[The heat under his skin is blossoming, driving him further and further from restraint and into the embrace of the passion that's overtaken them both. Even without Lighter's touch he continues rolling his hips a little bit, reflexively grinding his hard length against his lover's thigh just to enjoy the extra stimulation of it.
His fingers don't stop moving either: as soon as the fluid stops spilling from Lighter's cock, he's rocking them in and out again, stroking and pressing and bullying that spot inside, harder and faster now, not giving him even a moment to recover.]
The way you look, the way you cry out for me... [He dips his head just far enough to lick up a few drops of the spend that reached high enough across his lover's chest.] And the way you taste, too... I can't get enough.
[Good, because he didn't want that break. He didn't want to stop any longer than a second. Even if his breaths became so short his mouth had to stay wide open to pull air in. Maybe it was the excess energy, maybe it was the praise, maybe it was Maxima's tongue lapping up his seed, but he already reached half-hardness again.]
A-Ahhhh, fuuuck-- you're so--.
[Hot, strong, good with your hands, good with your words and that absurdly fucking sexy accent. Many things, but words were becoming increasingly more difficult to find. There were two that came easy to him. One he had enough of himself to be reluctant to say aloud: "mate".
[His tone is breathless, that low growl underlaying his words as Lighter has him more and more turned on, his lazy grinding now leaking a little clear fluid against the skin of his lover's thigh.]
You make me want to give you everything and more. [He leans in close, nuzzles the bite mark he's already left on Lighter's neck, nips at the edges of it and then a little higher, and again, little teasing bites all the way up to the corner of his jaw. All the while those fingers keep pushing into him, harder, faster, more and more eager to watch him unravel.] Like this, you're all mine to play with, aren't you?
[He'd intended to keep this going longer, but at this rate he might just give in and take his own pleasure soon. There's plenty more they both want to do, after all.]
[Lighter tightened up again at those small, scenting bites. He caught a short glimpse of the bite left on Maxima last time and wanted that again. But right now Lighter was at his mercy. Completely under the influence of this smell and this constant stimulation of that perfect spot.]
'm a much... better toy. Than the one in your drawer-- ohhh keep going, yes!
[It wasn't even the hand in him that made him ask that. It was feeling Maxima leaking against him. Again he took the man's cock in his hand, pumping at it to get him to finish just once. Inside, outside, it didn't matter he just wanted this too.]
Haah-! [He didn't realize just how turned on and sensitive he'd become until Lighter's hand wrapped around him and scattered his thoughts to the wind. A little more clear liquid dribbles over his lover's fingers as he shudders as loses his rhythm for the moment.]
Mmmh...m-more responsive, too. [He isn't stopping, but all his movements are growing quicker, more desperate. He buries his face in Lighter's neck to inhale his scent.]
Are you that eager to have me inside you? Or... [He withdraws his fingers almost entirely...and when they return, there's a third, stretching Lighter's entrance further.] Or do you want to be even more of a mess?
[There goes his tail again, and a wild smirk on his face in between breathless panting. It only appeared for a moment and he whined when he was empty for even a split second. But appeared again at the inclusion of a third.
Lighter loved this, this brink of over stimulation he was experiencing. What he loved more was his mate being pleased.
He was only a little more responsive. A little more receptive to actually speaking properly. Enough to get a point across.]
Maybe... I'm selfish... [He wants both. He wants it all. On him and in him.]
[As aroused as he is, for a moment he doesn't really understand. He continues just moving, touching, working to pleasure his lover and increasingly to chase his own pleasure, as that admission turns over in his mind...and clicks into place.]
Oh... [Lighter can undoubtedly feel the way Maxima's cock twitches with interest in his grip, leaking more and more by the moment. He rocks into the touch harder, faster, chasing a climax that's nearly within reach now.]
I promise you... [Another hot nip at his neck, sharper this time, likely to leave a secondary red mark even if it'll fade quickly.] Oh, I have no intention of leaving this nest...mmh, until I've repaid you for the other night.
[He thrusts his fingertips inside and curls them, stroking rather than thrusting, a constant massaging pressure as if he's trying to force his lover over the edge now.] Stay inside you...until you're so full you can't think of anything else but this...!
[The image of Lighter full and dripping with his seed, inside and out, is enough to drive him past the point of no return. With a moan that turns into a growl halfway through, he's coming, thick splatters of fluid over Lighter's hand, his leg, his belly. Mingling their fluids and their scents, marking his mate for his own.]
[He does, and while his movements are staggered and unrefined he still pumped away at Maxima's cock and how much more wet he was getting. That was enough for Lighter's grinding to flag and words to become barks, become growls, become howls.
Those final strokes set him over and he came again, another wolf's cry ripping from him as he made a complete mess of his stomach and chest. Both of theirs, really. Filthy with their seed and sweat and an abundance of wolf fur at this point. The scent that lingered in the air was even more intoxicating in between an intense climax.
Lighter really had run out of words here. He could pull together maybe one or two that weren't "more". He didn't even need that word to declare what he wanted, just a weak attempt to pull Maxima closer so he could bury his nose in that neck. Take in his scent and never forget it.]
[He goes willingly, finally pulling his fingers free as he allows himself to be pulled into a closer embrace. He's settled between Lighter's legs, still half hard despite having just come, enjoying the intoxicating scent of them just as thoroughly.]
Do you...want a moment to clean up? [The question is soft, warm, affectionate. He's doing so well at taking care of his mate's needs, and he fully intends to keep doing exactly that.] Or...would you rather stay like this while I take you?
[He draws one fingertip through the mess left on Lighter's torso, his claws slowly extending now that it's safe to stop holding them back.] You do look good. ...You smell good. I don't know if I'll ever get over what that does to me...
Mngh... [Lighter made a weak attempt to lift one finger in a "just a second" gesture. He didn't want to stop for long, but he was wildly short of breath and needed to catch up with it.
There's a huffed "Heh" at the claw against his torso, like he likes that they can finally come out now. It meant he was well prepared to take his mate. His mate was taking such good care of him.
Lighter made such a good nest for them. Comfortable and intimate, they didn't need to leave it right now. And maybe he liked the mess.
No, he really liked the mess right now.]
'crazy about it... ["It" could mean a lot of things, but Lighter meant all of them. The smell, the care, the weight on top of him. He started nipping at Maxima's neck to make that mark more visible again. To think he had a miserable time hiding it before, it was about to be another week of that.]
Like this. 'Give you a good view. [Fuck him now. Like this. He'll even spread his legs wider to get the message across.]
[He leans into the bite for a moment, letting Lighter have as much of his neck as he wants, pleasure simmering through him as the mark is renewed.] All yours...
[Lighter presenting himself this way makes him groan aloud. He's well-prepared now, so Maxima takes over, clawed hands gripping one of his thighs to keep them open as he lines himself up. Gradually, but without hesitation, he slides into that tight heat inch by inch, until the swelling at the base of his cock is teasing at Lighter's rim. It's not full yet, but it's there enough to be noticed, and Maxima rocks it back and forth a little.]
Yes... this too... I know how much you want it. [He remembers how much he wanted it, and that memory of desire spurs him to thrust forward until the knot too is buried inside, still half-swollen enough not to lock them in place.] You'll look so good when I fill you up...
All mine... [And any logical protests against that statement were as audible as a whisper now. A background hissing that came out as a sharp breath when Maxima finally entered him.]
Haaa-aahh-!
[He reached for anything to grab as tight as his hole around Maxima. A hand scrambled for the sheets under them before both ultimately went to his lover's thigh and tail to grip like his life depended on it.
He's so full already, so full. But he yearned to be stuck together as they were last time. His back and neck arched when the knot finally pushed through and another bark tore out of him. It was so good but it was still not enough he needed more and more and more.]
Wan' it. Wan' it bad. Full... need t'be full 'f you. [Fill your mate up, will you? He's been so patient and didn't even have a clue how his face and shoulders flushed at Maxima's words alone even through so much fur.]
[He grips Lighter's thigh harder and pushes it back toward his torso, claws digging into the thick muscle, and his other hand grabs his lover's hip to make sure he's at the perfect angle for thrusting. Pulls back, thrusts in, hard and fast, with a rush of pleasure that draws a growl from his throat, his knot swelling a little further. And again, and again, each time a little faster, a little more friction, a little more difficulty pulling back.]
As if you're...gripping me...begging for it...
[Harder, faster. He leans down and presses a desperate kiss to Lighter's mouth, panting too much to deepen it but wanting the contact, wanting the taste of him.] Almost...
[All Lighter could say was that, though it barely sounded like words and more like pleas and moans for more. For faster. Truly the ability to speak was being pounded out of him with each thrust inside, each press against his prostate, each catch of that swelling knot trying and failing to pull out all the way.
He tried to return the kiss, wanted to desperately. He wanted as much of Maxima inside of him as possible. He wanted to taste his mate everywhere. To be so good for him.]
In, in--!
[Lighter tightened, clenched around his mate to encourage the knot to lock inside him as he reached his peak yet again. And yet again it was with a howl that only his mate could bring out of him. Thick seed from his cock spilled and spilled out, moving with his cock and the force of each grind and thrust to make an even bigger mess out of both their mid sections and possibly higher.
It just kept going. So much, so thick and yet so slick when it spread all over his strong, scarred body.]
[That final clench of heat around his cock is more than enough to send him over the edge. He gasps as he feels the knot inflate fully, locking him in tight, and then howls as climax sears through him an instant later. He's coming hard, pumping his lover full of thick jets of seed, rocking his hips inward in a desperate grind as if somehow he still wants to be deeper. It feels endless, waves of bliss rolling through him even as the howl fades to yips and whines, still emptying himself into the needy body below him.
Eventually the ecstasy recedes, at least enough for him to catch his breath a little. Covered with sweat and semen, still locked inside his lover's body, surrounded by both of their scents...somehow, despite the mess, he's never felt better.]
You are...so...so good... [He's half-collapsed onto Lighter's torso now, nuzzling comfortingly at his neck, burying himself in the thick scent.]
[That's it. That's what Lighter wanted. To be so full of cum with none of it able to slip out because the knot is keeping it all inside. He felt disgusting and filthy. But also like he was riding on the clouds. Like he'd achieved the wildest stunt without a scratch. His eyes were half lidded, mouth still open to breathe but no other part of him could move more than a few twitches.]
Mn. [There's a huff through his nose and a nuzzle into Maxima's hair to get his attention. As well as a number of weak kisses to signal he wanted to be kissed proper now. He would pull enough strength together to make a hand gesture for his mate to come closer. Maxima just needed to see it so they could lazily make out for a while. Or go another round. Who knows at this rate.]
[Maxima is more than willing to lean in now that their breathing is less frantic. Lips meet, and he slides his tongue into Lighter's mouth languidly, the heat between them simmering. He runs a clawed hand through his lover's hair with a soft groan, gently scratching over his scalp and down his neck.
After a long, lingering tender moment, an idea filters through his heat-fogged brain.] Here, what if... I think there's enough slide to...
[He guides Lighter's leg up toward his chest, bending the knee so that it's out of the way of his body, and turns them. It takes a little work, and a few heated gasps as the movements tug on his knot, but after a little more squirming he manages to end up spooning his lover, lying on the bed behind him, still buried deep.]
There. [He nuzzles Lighter's neck again, breathing in his scent and nipping gently, and lets his hand wander up and down the other's fluid-slicked belly, still deciding whether they're up for more or not.]
[He tensed and shook at the movement. Or rather, lack there of given they were well and truly stuck together and that knot wouldn't let them separate. He still assisted with the proper positioning as well as he could but let Maxima handle most of the work. He wanted to put the effort in, Lighter wouldn't stop him.
He turned his head just enough to look at his mate with a lazy smile and glazed over eyes. He might be running out of steam for a moment, but he liked more of a mess being made of him.]
[That look will get him a sideways kiss, as well as Maxima can reach, as his hands continue wandering. Up to grope his pecs and run a fingernail over one of his nipples. Down, over the lines of his abs, tracing his scars, cataloguing every little response he gets.]
It's good like this, too... Being able to just take our time...
[And further down, cupping his dick in a long-fingered hand, stroking him slowly, learning the feel of his skin inch by inch. It's sensual and unhurried, enjoying touch and pleasure for its own sake rather than chasing toward climax.]
[Lighter felt so sensitive everywhere. Every caress and stroke past skin and fur and scarring was another spark setting his senses alight. Breaths came out with hints of a growl but far less pronounced than before. Despite that he still began to grind absently against Maxima when a hand made it between his legs.
He was going to be sore as hell if he kept this up. It wasn't anything more than a lazy grind to feel his mate a little more while they took this rest period.]
Yeah... [More words will return to him eventually.]
[He can feel every little twitch and response from Lighter's body, beside him, around him. His knot tying them together is still so sensitive, even the slightest of movements feels amazing.
Almost idly, he rolls his hips slightly, a slow rocking movement. He can't pull out, so he's just shifting the angle of his stiff length inside his mate's body, stroking him inside as well as outside.]
I can't help myself around you... [His face is in Lighter's neck again, just breathing his scent. Enjoying it all.]
[There's a deep, lingering moan from Lighter at the movement. He leaned his head back, losing himself in the sensation of being touched everywhere a man could be. He was also just missing that smell and wanting as much of it he could get from this angle.
He didn't quite have the energy to ride right now and it wasn't feasible in this position anyway. But he started to grind a little faster after not long. His instinct needed just a bit more even if his body was protesting.]
Nh-!
[It wasn't a lot, he did not have much left to spend, but he came again in Maxima's hand. What was there slipped beautifully between his mate's fingers adding to what was already there before going completely slack in that hold.]
[He wasn't expecting Lighter to pick up the pace, or to have another climax in him so soon. The grinding draws a desperate sound out of him as it creates more friction around his knot, and the clench of Lighter's body around him drives him abruptly right to the edge.
He wraps his arm around Lighter's waist to hold him still and steady as he rocks his hips in harder, once, twice, and tips over into one last climax. Bites down right where his mate's neck meets his shoulder and clutches him close like a lifeline, filling him further still with a few more thick spurts of fluid.
As he comes down from the high, he's too exhausted and contented to form any words. He just nuzzles the bite mark and lays soft kisses around it, happy to have tended to his mate's needs so well.]
[The weekend passes and the moon started to wane. For once the past few days Lighter didn't wake up feeling like he was on fire. His head was clear, at least comparatively, and all the aches of him and Maxima fucking like crazy started to be known. Between the knotting and the positions they ended up in it'll be a gamble on whether they could walk or not.
But he stirred, groaning in exhaustion and circling around to look at Maxima with clear eyes.
And seeing all of the bruises and marks left on the man, hissing in pain at the sheer sight of it.]
[Maxima is sore in ways he didn't know he could be sore. He's covered in scratches and bites that ache as he rises back to consciousness out of sleep. He's in desperate need of a long shower.
He's also more relaxed than he's been in probably years.
He sighs, grimaces slightly at the aches, and opens his eyes slowly, to find Lighter looking back at him. ...Slowly, discomfort curdles in his stomach as he realizes that they're both fully lucid for the first time in a couple of days, and...should probably talk about what happened.]
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[The heat under his skin is blossoming, driving him further and further from restraint and into the embrace of the passion that's overtaken them both. Even without Lighter's touch he continues rolling his hips a little bit, reflexively grinding his hard length against his lover's thigh just to enjoy the extra stimulation of it.
His fingers don't stop moving either: as soon as the fluid stops spilling from Lighter's cock, he's rocking them in and out again, stroking and pressing and bullying that spot inside, harder and faster now, not giving him even a moment to recover.]
The way you look, the way you cry out for me... [He dips his head just far enough to lick up a few drops of the spend that reached high enough across his lover's chest.] And the way you taste, too... I can't get enough.
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A-Ahhhh, fuuuck-- you're so--.
[Hot, strong, good with your hands, good with your words and that absurdly fucking sexy accent. Many things, but words were becoming increasingly more difficult to find. There were two that came easy to him. One he had enough of himself to be reluctant to say aloud: "mate".
The other he said liberally.]
More, more!
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[His tone is breathless, that low growl underlaying his words as Lighter has him more and more turned on, his lazy grinding now leaking a little clear fluid against the skin of his lover's thigh.]
You make me want to give you everything and more. [He leans in close, nuzzles the bite mark he's already left on Lighter's neck, nips at the edges of it and then a little higher, and again, little teasing bites all the way up to the corner of his jaw. All the while those fingers keep pushing into him, harder, faster, more and more eager to watch him unravel.] Like this, you're all mine to play with, aren't you?
[He'd intended to keep this going longer, but at this rate he might just give in and take his own pleasure soon. There's plenty more they both want to do, after all.]
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'm a much... better toy. Than the one in your drawer-- ohhh keep going, yes!
[It wasn't even the hand in him that made him ask that. It was feeling Maxima leaking against him. Again he took the man's cock in his hand, pumping at it to get him to finish just once. Inside, outside, it didn't matter he just wanted this too.]
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Mmmh...m-more responsive, too. [He isn't stopping, but all his movements are growing quicker, more desperate. He buries his face in Lighter's neck to inhale his scent.]
Are you that eager to have me inside you? Or... [He withdraws his fingers almost entirely...and when they return, there's a third, stretching Lighter's entrance further.] Or do you want to be even more of a mess?
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Lighter loved this, this brink of over stimulation he was experiencing. What he loved more was his mate being pleased.
He was only a little more responsive. A little more receptive to actually speaking properly. Enough to get a point across.]
Maybe... I'm selfish... [He wants both. He wants it all. On him and in him.]
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Oh... [Lighter can undoubtedly feel the way Maxima's cock twitches with interest in his grip, leaking more and more by the moment. He rocks into the touch harder, faster, chasing a climax that's nearly within reach now.]
I promise you... [Another hot nip at his neck, sharper this time, likely to leave a secondary red mark even if it'll fade quickly.] Oh, I have no intention of leaving this nest...mmh, until I've repaid you for the other night.
[He thrusts his fingertips inside and curls them, stroking rather than thrusting, a constant massaging pressure as if he's trying to force his lover over the edge now.] Stay inside you...until you're so full you can't think of anything else but this...!
[The image of Lighter full and dripping with his seed, inside and out, is enough to drive him past the point of no return. With a moan that turns into a growl halfway through, he's coming, thick splatters of fluid over Lighter's hand, his leg, his belly. Mingling their fluids and their scents, marking his mate for his own.]
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[He does, and while his movements are staggered and unrefined he still pumped away at Maxima's cock and how much more wet he was getting. That was enough for Lighter's grinding to flag and words to become barks, become growls, become howls.
Those final strokes set him over and he came again, another wolf's cry ripping from him as he made a complete mess of his stomach and chest. Both of theirs, really. Filthy with their seed and sweat and an abundance of wolf fur at this point. The scent that lingered in the air was even more intoxicating in between an intense climax.
Lighter really had run out of words here. He could pull together maybe one or two that weren't "more". He didn't even need that word to declare what he wanted, just a weak attempt to pull Maxima closer so he could bury his nose in that neck. Take in his scent and never forget it.]
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Do you...want a moment to clean up? [The question is soft, warm, affectionate. He's doing so well at taking care of his mate's needs, and he fully intends to keep doing exactly that.] Or...would you rather stay like this while I take you?
[He draws one fingertip through the mess left on Lighter's torso, his claws slowly extending now that it's safe to stop holding them back.] You do look good. ...You smell good. I don't know if I'll ever get over what that does to me...
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There's a huffed "Heh" at the claw against his torso, like he likes that they can finally come out now. It meant he was well prepared to take his mate. His mate was taking such good care of him.
Lighter made such a good nest for them. Comfortable and intimate, they didn't need to leave it right now. And maybe he liked the mess.
No, he really liked the mess right now.]
'crazy about it... ["It" could mean a lot of things, but Lighter meant all of them. The smell, the care, the weight on top of him. He started nipping at Maxima's neck to make that mark more visible again. To think he had a miserable time hiding it before, it was about to be another week of that.]
Like this. 'Give you a good view. [Fuck him now. Like this. He'll even spread his legs wider to get the message across.]
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[Lighter presenting himself this way makes him groan aloud. He's well-prepared now, so Maxima takes over, clawed hands gripping one of his thighs to keep them open as he lines himself up. Gradually, but without hesitation, he slides into that tight heat inch by inch, until the swelling at the base of his cock is teasing at Lighter's rim. It's not full yet, but it's there enough to be noticed, and Maxima rocks it back and forth a little.]
Yes... this too... I know how much you want it. [He remembers how much he wanted it, and that memory of desire spurs him to thrust forward until the knot too is buried inside, still half-swollen enough not to lock them in place.] You'll look so good when I fill you up...
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Haaa-aahh-!
[He reached for anything to grab as tight as his hole around Maxima. A hand scrambled for the sheets under them before both ultimately went to his lover's thigh and tail to grip like his life depended on it.
He's so full already, so full. But he yearned to be stuck together as they were last time. His back and neck arched when the knot finally pushed through and another bark tore out of him. It was so good but it was still not enough he needed more and more and more.]
Wan' it. Wan' it bad. Full... need t'be full 'f you. [Fill your mate up, will you? He's been so patient and didn't even have a clue how his face and shoulders flushed at Maxima's words alone even through so much fur.]
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[He grips Lighter's thigh harder and pushes it back toward his torso, claws digging into the thick muscle, and his other hand grabs his lover's hip to make sure he's at the perfect angle for thrusting. Pulls back, thrusts in, hard and fast, with a rush of pleasure that draws a growl from his throat, his knot swelling a little further. And again, and again, each time a little faster, a little more friction, a little more difficulty pulling back.]
As if you're...gripping me...begging for it...
[Harder, faster. He leans down and presses a desperate kiss to Lighter's mouth, panting too much to deepen it but wanting the contact, wanting the taste of him.] Almost...
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[All Lighter could say was that, though it barely sounded like words and more like pleas and moans for more. For faster. Truly the ability to speak was being pounded out of him with each thrust inside, each press against his prostate, each catch of that swelling knot trying and failing to pull out all the way.
He tried to return the kiss, wanted to desperately. He wanted as much of Maxima inside of him as possible. He wanted to taste his mate everywhere. To be so good for him.]
In, in--!
[Lighter tightened, clenched around his mate to encourage the knot to lock inside him as he reached his peak yet again. And yet again it was with a howl that only his mate could bring out of him. Thick seed from his cock spilled and spilled out, moving with his cock and the force of each grind and thrust to make an even bigger mess out of both their mid sections and possibly higher.
It just kept going. So much, so thick and yet so slick when it spread all over his strong, scarred body.]
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Eventually the ecstasy recedes, at least enough for him to catch his breath a little. Covered with sweat and semen, still locked inside his lover's body, surrounded by both of their scents...somehow, despite the mess, he's never felt better.]
You are...so...so good... [He's half-collapsed onto Lighter's torso now, nuzzling comfortingly at his neck, burying himself in the thick scent.]
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Mn. [There's a huff through his nose and a nuzzle into Maxima's hair to get his attention. As well as a number of weak kisses to signal he wanted to be kissed proper now. He would pull enough strength together to make a hand gesture for his mate to come closer. Maxima just needed to see it so they could lazily make out for a while. Or go another round. Who knows at this rate.]
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After a long, lingering tender moment, an idea filters through his heat-fogged brain.] Here, what if... I think there's enough slide to...
[He guides Lighter's leg up toward his chest, bending the knee so that it's out of the way of his body, and turns them. It takes a little work, and a few heated gasps as the movements tug on his knot, but after a little more squirming he manages to end up spooning his lover, lying on the bed behind him, still buried deep.]
There. [He nuzzles Lighter's neck again, breathing in his scent and nipping gently, and lets his hand wander up and down the other's fluid-slicked belly, still deciding whether they're up for more or not.]
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[He tensed and shook at the movement. Or rather, lack there of given they were well and truly stuck together and that knot wouldn't let them separate. He still assisted with the proper positioning as well as he could but let Maxima handle most of the work. He wanted to put the effort in, Lighter wouldn't stop him.
He turned his head just enough to look at his mate with a lazy smile and glazed over eyes. He might be running out of steam for a moment, but he liked more of a mess being made of him.]
Mnh... Good...
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It's good like this, too... Being able to just take our time...
[And further down, cupping his dick in a long-fingered hand, stroking him slowly, learning the feel of his skin inch by inch. It's sensual and unhurried, enjoying touch and pleasure for its own sake rather than chasing toward climax.]
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[Lighter felt so sensitive everywhere. Every caress and stroke past skin and fur and scarring was another spark setting his senses alight. Breaths came out with hints of a growl but far less pronounced than before. Despite that he still began to grind absently against Maxima when a hand made it between his legs.
He was going to be sore as hell if he kept this up. It wasn't anything more than a lazy grind to feel his mate a little more while they took this rest period.]
Yeah... [More words will return to him eventually.]
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[He can feel every little twitch and response from Lighter's body, beside him, around him. His knot tying them together is still so sensitive, even the slightest of movements feels amazing.
Almost idly, he rolls his hips slightly, a slow rocking movement. He can't pull out, so he's just shifting the angle of his stiff length inside his mate's body, stroking him inside as well as outside.]
I can't help myself around you... [His face is in Lighter's neck again, just breathing his scent. Enjoying it all.]
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He didn't quite have the energy to ride right now and it wasn't feasible in this position anyway. But he started to grind a little faster after not long. His instinct needed just a bit more even if his body was protesting.]
Nh-!
[It wasn't a lot, he did not have much left to spend, but he came again in Maxima's hand. What was there slipped beautifully between his mate's fingers adding to what was already there before going completely slack in that hold.]
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[He wasn't expecting Lighter to pick up the pace, or to have another climax in him so soon. The grinding draws a desperate sound out of him as it creates more friction around his knot, and the clench of Lighter's body around him drives him abruptly right to the edge.
He wraps his arm around Lighter's waist to hold him still and steady as he rocks his hips in harder, once, twice, and tips over into one last climax. Bites down right where his mate's neck meets his shoulder and clutches him close like a lifeline, filling him further still with a few more thick spurts of fluid.
As he comes down from the high, he's too exhausted and contented to form any words. He just nuzzles the bite mark and lays soft kisses around it, happy to have tended to his mate's needs so well.]
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But he stirred, groaning in exhaustion and circling around to look at Maxima with clear eyes.
And seeing all of the bruises and marks left on the man, hissing in pain at the sheer sight of it.]
Oh... [oh he's mortified.]
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He's also more relaxed than he's been in probably years.
He sighs, grimaces slightly at the aches, and opens his eyes slowly, to find Lighter looking back at him. ...Slowly, discomfort curdles in his stomach as he realizes that they're both fully lucid for the first time in a couple of days, and...should probably talk about what happened.]
...Good morning.
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