[ He's a performer, someone who enjoys conveying a greater message through his acting. Tonight, there's no facade, but Sougo is his audience. More like a peacock than a rat, he's willing to preen if it gains the appreciation of his chosen Alpha. While Nezumi isn't going to make it an easy sport, he'll make sure there's a prize at the end.
When he feels the warmth shooting into him, filling him up, the colors dance in his wings, a shimmering appreciation for another form of ownership. Nezumi's body is his, a way to bring Sougo to the height of pleasure even while taking pleasure from the same act. Nezumi doesn't climax, not yet, but he's still aching hard and breathing heavily when the thrusts continue. ]
Then I'll regret the sunrise.
[ Even now, his body doesn't slow. As Sougo's thrusts increase, so do Nezumi's hips. He wants this, wants to feel stretched and claimed. ]
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When he feels the warmth shooting into him, filling him up, the colors dance in his wings, a shimmering appreciation for another form of ownership. Nezumi's body is his, a way to bring Sougo to the height of pleasure even while taking pleasure from the same act. Nezumi doesn't climax, not yet, but he's still aching hard and breathing heavily when the thrusts continue. ]
Then I'll regret the sunrise.
[ Even now, his body doesn't slow. As Sougo's thrusts increase, so do Nezumi's hips. He wants this, wants to feel stretched and claimed. ]