10-26-2009, 09:43 PM
Lalalasmuttysmutsmut. Didn't want to drag this out too long?!
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IMAGE CREDITSamael was a maddening personification of pure sensations, a simplicity befitting for him. Hybrid's grip tightened, digging his claws in as Samael disengaged himself and moved away. Hybrid snarled, about to push himself up onto his elbows when Samael changed tactics. Hybrid felt the other male's claws touch his thighs, dig in, then yank his legs apart. There was no ceremony or tact in the other creature's actions -- not a semblance of elegance -- but pure and simple power. Hybrid grinned, realizing it was he who had relinquished that power. The feeling was invigorating.
Again, again, it was the same thing. The scent of arousal was strong and Hybrid writhed under Samael's touch and gaze. He knew what would happen; he knew, fucking knew, knew, knew -- felt it now, could feel what was happening. Hybrid could feel -- feel Samael forcing himself into him and jerking him off. Hybrid tried to grab onto something, but found nothing. He dug his claws into the dirt, lifting himself higher and putting more weight onto his shoulders so Samael could gain better access. Feel, feel, feel, that was all Hybrid could reasonably do; feel, feel, feel, fuck, faster, feel. Feel. Hybrid dug his claws deeper in to the dirt, trying to hold on. He arched up, dragging in deep, raspy breaths, trying to steady himself. Eventually, he managed: "I--" before pausing, and then: "S'mael," he croaked, before he came.
Again, again, it was the same thing. The scent of arousal was strong and Hybrid writhed under Samael's touch and gaze. He knew what would happen; he knew, fucking knew, knew, knew -- felt it now, could feel what was happening. Hybrid could feel -- feel Samael forcing himself into him and jerking him off. Hybrid tried to grab onto something, but found nothing. He dug his claws into the dirt, lifting himself higher and putting more weight onto his shoulders so Samael could gain better access. Feel, feel, feel, that was all Hybrid could reasonably do; feel, feel, feel, fuck, faster, feel. Feel. Hybrid dug his claws deeper in to the dirt, trying to hold on. He arched up, dragging in deep, raspy breaths, trying to steady himself. Eventually, he managed: "I--" before pausing, and then: "S'mael," he croaked, before he came.