[ That sure is a lot of noises for somebody who normally sounds like his voice has atrophied from disuse. And every one of them feeds right into Squalo's ego (and some other parts). He's delighted. This is vicious and primal and overwhelming, and he lets himself get lost in it, fully intending to give his all. ]
[ Looks like somebody's eager. Squalo won't test Feitan's patience too much; that finger isn't staying single for long, and Squalo will proceed with the absolute minimum amount of preparation required to avoid an actual injury before he's withdrawing and hoisting the smaller man higher up the wall for better access. ]
[ He does notice a tattoo -- some creepy crawlie, spider maybe -- on the other's thigh, peeking from under ruffled up layers of fabric as he pushes that leg a bit more upward, but he doesn't think too much of it, and he's certainly not going to ask about it, at least not now. He's marked up a lot more than this, so it doesn't seem strange to him at all, aside from maybe noting that it's one cheeky place to have ink. Never judge a book by its cover, indeed. ]
[ He's in position, and he traces back up with bloodied lips to give Feitan a violent kiss on the mouth as he presses in, this time (finally) with his dick. He's considerate enough not to push too fast, but he does continue pretty steadily until he's buried as much as it'll go. Luckily for the tiny sadist, in a Hell filled with monster dongs, Squalo happens to be a very normal sized guy, so it shouldn't be too bad even for someone of his stature. ]
[ There's a moment of stillness and possibly staring gayly at each other's eyes; Squalo breaks the kiss to gasp for breath, revelling in the tightness and heat and the utter batshit insanity of their endeavour, and then he finally moves, starting off with a rather sudden thrust, pausing, then repeating. ]
no subject
[ Looks like somebody's eager. Squalo won't test Feitan's patience too much; that finger isn't staying single for long, and Squalo will proceed with the absolute minimum amount of preparation required to avoid an actual injury before he's withdrawing and hoisting the smaller man higher up the wall for better access. ]
[ He does notice a tattoo -- some creepy crawlie, spider maybe -- on the other's thigh, peeking from under ruffled up layers of fabric as he pushes that leg a bit more upward, but he doesn't think too much of it, and he's certainly not going to ask about it, at least not now. He's marked up a lot more than this, so it doesn't seem strange to him at all, aside from maybe noting that it's one cheeky place to have ink. Never judge a book by its cover, indeed. ]
[ He's in position, and he traces back up with bloodied lips to give Feitan a violent kiss on the mouth as he presses in, this time (finally) with his dick. He's considerate enough not to push too fast, but he does continue pretty steadily until he's buried as much as it'll go.
Luckily for the tiny sadist, in a Hell filled with monster dongs, Squalo happens to be a very normal sized guy, so it shouldn't be too bad even for someone of his stature.][ There's a moment of stillness
and possibly staring gayly at each other's eyes; Squalo breaks the kiss to gasp for breath, revelling in the tightness and heat and the utter batshit insanity of their endeavour, and then he finally moves, starting off with a rather sudden thrust, pausing, then repeating. ]