[Rung can't help but practically whimper his lover's name, hips thrusting into the others hand, wanting more of that touch of his spike. He's content with just thrusting into the others grip for a moment, claiming another kiss from his companion as his fans start to work harder to keep his temperature regulated--
And the. He's breaking away, vents hitching as he looks at Dead End with hazy optics, grip tightening in the others hips as he tugs a bit.]
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And the. He's breaking away, vents hitching as he looks at Dead End with hazy optics, grip tightening in the others hips as he tugs a bit.]
Dead End..please.