[ Vex pounds inside him, setting his lower body on fire. That heat concentrates in his lower stomach and the base of his spine. His hips roll in time with Vex's. He's doing his best to hold Vex against him while staying spread, and the result is that his body is folded almost in half; one leg over Vex's shoulder, his arm beside it wrapping around Vex's neck. But Rafa is flexible, has always been flexible. He doesn't complain.
He couldn't think to complain even if he wanted to. His thoughts have fractured and scattered, entirely replaced by the physicality of what they're doing. There's no resistance when Vex pulls him back, even though it loses him the taste he wants so badly. Instead he feels sharp teeth on his neck, and he lets out a desperate whine. How badly he wants them to pierce the skin. How badly he wants Vex to drink from him, too. ]
Please... [ He whimpers. His own teeth are sharp and decorated with scarlet. His fingers are digging painfully into Vex's back, and he rolls his hips up and -
then
a sudden release sends ropes of come shooting up between their bodies. It takes Rafa by surprise, because he'd been holding it, and then suddenly he wasn't. He's not able to help it. Pleasure rolls through him, hot and white and melting through his limbs. He's aware, afterwards, that he must have screamed; his throat feels like it, and there's some knowledge of it in his ears, but the moment had been lost to him. So had his vision, which had gone briefly white and then black, before coming through in shocking colour as the wave subsided.
It's been a long time since he came like that. He doesn't know what to do with it, and so in the aftermath he's almost limp in his faerie's arms. His eyes are glazed, his body still rolling instinctively against Vex. ]
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He couldn't think to complain even if he wanted to. His thoughts have fractured and scattered, entirely replaced by the physicality of what they're doing. There's no resistance when Vex pulls him back, even though it loses him the taste he wants so badly. Instead he feels sharp teeth on his neck, and he lets out a desperate whine. How badly he wants them to pierce the skin. How badly he wants Vex to drink from him, too. ]
Please... [ He whimpers. His own teeth are sharp and decorated with scarlet. His fingers are digging painfully into Vex's back, and he rolls his hips up and -
then
a sudden release sends ropes of come shooting up between their bodies. It takes Rafa by surprise, because he'd been holding it, and then suddenly he wasn't. He's not able to help it. Pleasure rolls through him, hot and white and melting through his limbs. He's aware, afterwards, that he must have screamed; his throat feels like it, and there's some knowledge of it in his ears, but the moment had been lost to him. So had his vision, which had gone briefly white and then black, before coming through in shocking colour as the wave subsided.
It's been a long time since he came like that. He doesn't know what to do with it, and so in the aftermath he's almost limp in his faerie's arms. His eyes are glazed, his body still rolling instinctively against Vex. ]