(Feitan does wear too much fabric, considering that his entire body is covered at all times. The dress is long, the bandana only leaves his eyes and nose at best, and it's the first time that he wishes he was wearing something a tad less tricky to deal with, like the white shirt and slacks he had on when they first met and did not immediately hit it off at all.
Huh. Good that opinions can change, even if they seldom do.
Feitan doesn't bother helping with the whole undressing part when it seems like Squalo has already figured it out when the thought mildly occurs to him - he was busy, moaning against the man's mouth and focusing all his will not to grind hips against the other's, at least not yet. With Squalo's hand working on both of them, there's no way Feitan is stopping him to remove his shirt, but he can at least pull it till it falls to his bent forearms to give him access to Squalo's back. His control finally is disregarded and shattered and he does his best to move with the other, his thighs squeezing whenever the pleasure hits a higher note.
Now it's where the claws come off, because the friction of their cocks, painful and just too goddamn delightful, paired with the pointy teeth puncturing pale skin has him skinning Squalo instead, merciless and unforgiving as they slide down the man's back.
It's been a while since he's done this, and who would have thought Feitan was this vocal? It's surprising him, too.)
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Huh. Good that opinions can change, even if they seldom do.
Feitan doesn't bother helping with the whole undressing part when it seems like Squalo has already figured it out when the thought mildly occurs to him - he was busy, moaning against the man's mouth and focusing all his will not to grind hips against the other's, at least not yet. With Squalo's hand working on both of them, there's no way Feitan is stopping him to remove his shirt, but he can at least pull it till it falls to his bent forearms to give him access to Squalo's back. His control finally is disregarded and shattered and he does his best to move with the other, his thighs squeezing whenever the pleasure hits a higher note.
Now it's where the claws come off, because the friction of their cocks, painful and just too goddamn delightful, paired with the pointy teeth puncturing pale skin has him skinning Squalo instead, merciless and unforgiving as they slide down the man's back.
It's been a while since he's done this, and who would have thought Feitan was this vocal? It's surprising him, too.)