[M] Stubborn
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Awkward moment on the way >.>


He knew he hit that spot in Strel when a choked-back sound came as well as the feeling of Strel's body arched into his own. continuously, he drilled into Strel in that spot, grunting now with repressed pleasure, eyes still closed. He could almost imagine the body beneath him, and in such a close range, it wasn't hard to, considering that most movements he could feel. Strel's vocal encouragement began Noss's final stretch, and had he been more sober from lust, he would've chided himself on such a quick round.


The smell of decaying and disused furniture dust was all muffled by the smell of their sex; stronger, perhaps, because they were both male. The treat of intercourse was intense to Noss, because it was exactly like a battle; each fighting to reach the end, how high one's adrennaline could race, and who would come out on top. It fit his psyche perfectly. Especially then, since there was no attatchment other than a favor included in their game. Emotion or no, Noss's body felt no difference other than that tight heat, and all his pheromones peaked as his climax neared. The knot at his base began to form, and before he could properly pull out, it lodged within Strel, making Noss ground out a rumble before he came, his motions on Strel's length pausing as he tucked his head into his chest, hiding his face, while an infrasound of pleasure rocked his body. It was that familiar feeling of ecstasy that filled him as his seed filled Strel, his breath returning in rasping pants.


When he could finally see through the black spots that muddled his vision from clamping his eyes shut so tightly, he regained some composure and looked down somewhat awkwardly at Strel, a predicament now at hand. He had not known if Strel wanted him to come inside or not, and beyond that, Noss had come before the redhead who he was supposed to be giving a favor to. "Sorry," he grumbled, returning to stroking Strel's length, intent on not leaving the redhead in an overly awkward position. To make up for his faux pas, Noss even managed to curl his upper body and neck down enough for his tongue to reach Strel's length, licking the head as his hand continued its massage.


Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.


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