[He sure is, but it might improve Seto's mood some that Pegasus crumples in quick order, his forehead falling to Seto's shoulder and panting breaths rolling across Seto's back. Holding it together doesn't seem to be in the cards for either of them tonight. Though Pegasus does an admirable job: he's still able keep himself moving and stroking, and he has enough presence of mind to secure his teeth to Seto's nape when his own sounds threaten to bubble over. Bet Seto wishes he'd thought of that.
He listens to Seto as best he can through the growing haze. No please- maybe he'll get one of those later, but he's more than satisfied with the overwrought cries and moans he does manage to tear from Seto. If his mouth hadn't been otherwise occupied, if they'd been in a better position, he would have torn them from Seto's lips in a more literal sense too, savoured the vibration of each one. He would have eaten them like something ravenous.
But he isn't fussed about the limitations of this position. Seto is encasing him, flowing into him, pulsing through him, invading him from the ends of his fingers to the floor of his belly, and everything is perfect as it is.]
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He listens to Seto as best he can through the growing haze. No please- maybe he'll get one of those later, but he's more than satisfied with the overwrought cries and moans he does manage to tear from Seto. If his mouth hadn't been otherwise occupied, if they'd been in a better position, he would have torn them from Seto's lips in a more literal sense too, savoured the vibration of each one. He would have eaten them like something ravenous.
But he isn't fussed about the limitations of this position. Seto is encasing him, flowing into him, pulsing through him, invading him from the ends of his fingers to the floor of his belly, and everything is perfect as it is.]