[Shuten moans quietly, muffling it even more into Oni's mouth. He braces himself with hands on Oni's shoulders, rocking above him, into the heat of Oni's hand, Oni's cock. He wouldn't argue with more, certainly, but it's not like this isn't enough by itself, either, and he feels no need to rush.]
[ well they can agree on that one; it is nice just indulging in this, the steady rock up of his hips, kissing slowing to something more relaxed but still somehow almost -- needy, the flat of his thumb rubbing over the tips of their cocks ]
[Shuten matches his rhythm, grinding down languidly. It's an unhurried sort of pace, but the desire isn't really less for it, just... taken slower, and savored. This slow, too, it's probably hard to ignore the warm press of scales against Oni's hip, shifting regularly as they move together.]
[ he's perfectly fine with savoring this, making as such clear with a throaty sort of groan, mouth parting as he tries to deepen the kiss and squeeze both their shafts together with a pulse of his hand. ]
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grandschemed) wrote2018-07-03 07:46 pm
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