[that little action seems to make everything fall into place, like it was always meant to be that way. Every part of him belonging to his mate, used together through each and every beautifully painful thrust. His tongue laps at the digits so sweetly between sharp moans and cries, the pain of everything they've done starting to sink him deeper into some space he barely understands.
The sound of his name chanted in rough tones is enough to bring him to another orgasm, just in time for Basch to fill him more. And, as the flood of his come slows, his hips continue moving, raking across oversensitive nerves.]
Nnh—aauh—
[His body squirms involuntarily at that, vision hazing over as the priest endures his sweet torture. Sweat drips between them, down over pale skin alongside tears and other fluids. A soft tongue soothes his bites and he trembles, whining as the first brush of exhaustion claws its way over his ravaged form. his tongue gently laps at this fingers, soothing in its own way—reassuring that they can go again later. That he isn't going anywhere.]
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Date: 2025-02-10 01:36 pm (UTC)The sound of his name chanted in rough tones is enough to bring him to another orgasm, just in time for Basch to fill him more. And, as the flood of his come slows, his hips continue moving, raking across oversensitive nerves.]
Nnh—aauh—
[His body squirms involuntarily at that, vision hazing over as the priest endures his sweet torture. Sweat drips between them, down over pale skin alongside tears and other fluids. A soft tongue soothes his bites and he trembles, whining as the first brush of exhaustion claws its way over his ravaged form. his tongue gently laps at this fingers, soothing in its own way—reassuring that they can go again later. That he isn't going anywhere.]