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Aza Iriq Lynel ([personal profile] steppechild) wrote in [community profile] museboxofmuses 2019-11-06 08:59 pm (UTC)

Prometheus whined when Hades moved away, his claws pawing at air as his partner shifted to sit on his thick tail. At first he wasn't quite sure what he was doing - getting a better look at everything? But it quickly became clear when Hades shifted, and started pressing his cock into his wet slit.

It took every scrap of his control not to mindlessly squirm about from the sensations of it all - he might capsize them both! - whining and panting as his inner walls immediately clenched around Hades's cock, squeezing in a rhythmic kind of way that managed to match Hades's thrusts. All instinctual, thank fuck, because Prometheus's brain felt like it was fizzling to a melting point.

At this point, precum was rolling from the tip of his cock, dribbling over Hades's fingers as he felt that swelling heat clench tighter and tighter below his belly. It was like every nerve was on fire, in a good way, and his feelers flicked upright, glints of bright purple-pink starting to glow where scales met the thick membrane of his wings as his aether surged. That was new, but it enhanced every sensation, to the point where even feeling the water lapping at him was like mini-starbursts of pleasure.

"H-Hades, please don't- don't stop," he begged, already reaching a tipping point. It was so much sensation after so long as being isolated, he already felt the first cramp of orgasm start to tease at him, "Please, please, please-!"

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