[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. ]
wanders back in nearly two weeks later
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