( The bulging shape of his cock rising from his inner cheek curls hotness within him, and he’s fixated on how well Olivine can take a cock down into his gullet. It’s at this moment when he realizes that they’re both walking on different sides of the same serving coin. He’ll feed that slutty throat if it’s what Olivine desires while allowing himself to also become a plaything for him.
A low grunt vibrates deep in his throat, feeling the whiplash of pleasure from the bottom of his sack to brief blindness behind his eyes, and he bucks for it.
His gaze is smoldering on Olivine’s lips stretching around his girth, stunning him with the allure past his eyelashes, spearing through him in a way he has never felt before. It's impressive just how the heat of his tongue can still roll his underside when there's such little room in his oral cavity to begin with. )
I hope you don’t mind… This.
( That being slamming into the pits of his gullet like a madman, wings spiked as if he also uses them for some balance or as if he’s trying to take flight. It’s nonsense, all these sounds and pleasure. His tendons are whitened as he keeps him in place by holding onto his hair, feeling it strung and tugged roughly with every breaking thrust.
He feels saliva and precum drip on the floor below as it escapes from the sides of Olivine’s mouth between his erratic thrusting, most scandalous if this were a real place instead of a dream. He wonders if this would feel better in reality. )
Olivine… I can’t last much longer.
( The tender attention on his balls gets them to tighten for it as is every prickling hair on the back of his neck and his wings. Even the muscle around his taint tenses along with his asshole. It’s a warning that comes with emptiness backing it, whispered with urgency. )
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A low grunt vibrates deep in his throat, feeling the whiplash of pleasure from the bottom of his sack to brief blindness behind his eyes, and he bucks for it.
His gaze is smoldering on Olivine’s lips stretching around his girth, stunning him with the allure past his eyelashes, spearing through him in a way he has never felt before.
It's impressive just how the heat of his tongue can still roll his underside when there's such little room in his oral cavity to begin with. )
I hope you don’t mind… This.
( That being slamming into the pits of his gullet like a madman, wings spiked as if he also uses them for some balance or as if he’s trying to take flight. It’s nonsense, all these sounds and pleasure. His tendons are whitened as he keeps him in place by holding onto his hair, feeling it strung and tugged roughly with every breaking thrust.
He feels saliva and precum drip on the floor below as it escapes from the sides of Olivine’s mouth between his erratic thrusting, most scandalous if this were a real place instead of a dream. He wonders if this would feel better in reality. )
Olivine… I can’t last much longer.
( The tender attention on his balls gets them to tighten for it as is every prickling hair on the back of his neck and his wings. Even the muscle around his taint tenses along with his asshole. It’s a warning that comes with emptiness backing it, whispered with urgency. )