[That's becoming quite the refrain. He manages a faint snort before bringing their lips together, then the only things Seto manages to get out are moans and sighs and they're much more palatable.
The introduction of the claws prompts a shudder. It's just a touch, barely perceptible beneath everything else, but the reminder of Seto's newly acquired power clearly registers. He grabs at Seto's arm in response, not pushing him away, but keeping him still enough that Pegasus doesn't need to. He's not afraid. Seto is going to collapse into him; he can feel it, feel the telltale shudders, and then those claws will curl away like a dying spider and Pegasus will surge forward to swallow every sound and feel every tremble.
So he does exactly that when Seto begins to shudder. He presses forward with all the force he can muster, the hand on Seto's horn dropping away to thread into the back of Seto's hair and twist there, pinning Seto to him. His tongue traces over Seto's hard palate and along his molars and his teeth graze and bruise anything they touch, and he only releases Seto's mouth when a need for air forces it on him.
The continued thrusts disorientate him while he's gasping in breaths against Seto's lips, and maybe it's minutes, or maybe its seconds, but he finishes shivering and gritting his teeth while his heartbeat thunders in his ears and heat prickles at his nape and face and chest and shoulders. Then, slowly, he starts to come down- quite literally, sinking deeper into the water under the weight of his body, his head dropping forward and chin hitting his sternum.
That didn't go how he'd intended it to, but Pegasus can't complain too much about coming twice.]
Grab me a towel.
[He waves vaguely to the piles in the corner of the room. He'd get one himself, but he's tired again. Hopefully that will happen less often the more he does this.]
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The introduction of the claws prompts a shudder. It's just a touch, barely perceptible beneath everything else, but the reminder of Seto's newly acquired power clearly registers. He grabs at Seto's arm in response, not pushing him away, but keeping him still enough that Pegasus doesn't need to. He's not afraid. Seto is going to collapse into him; he can feel it, feel the telltale shudders, and then those claws will curl away like a dying spider and Pegasus will surge forward to swallow every sound and feel every tremble.
So he does exactly that when Seto begins to shudder. He presses forward with all the force he can muster, the hand on Seto's horn dropping away to thread into the back of Seto's hair and twist there, pinning Seto to him. His tongue traces over Seto's hard palate and along his molars and his teeth graze and bruise anything they touch, and he only releases Seto's mouth when a need for air forces it on him.
The continued thrusts disorientate him while he's gasping in breaths against Seto's lips, and maybe it's minutes, or maybe its seconds, but he finishes shivering and gritting his teeth while his heartbeat thunders in his ears and heat prickles at his nape and face and chest and shoulders. Then, slowly, he starts to come down- quite literally, sinking deeper into the water under the weight of his body, his head dropping forward and chin hitting his sternum.
That didn't go how he'd intended it to, but Pegasus can't complain too much about coming twice.]
Grab me a towel.
[He waves vaguely to the piles in the corner of the room. He'd get one himself, but he's tired again. Hopefully that will happen less often the more he does this.]