(In the back of his mind, he realizes that he doesn't tend to have sex because it's not something that satisfies him entirely, but this? This is just as fulfilling as it can get, and Feitan is more than impressed at just how immersed he is as his hips sink to meet the fingers. Squalo is just like him, a fucking psychopath, and to find a connection like they happened to accidentally stumble across is a rare feat on its own. They're celebrating it.
He doesn't intend to hold back in the slightest.
Good thing that, JUST LIKE FEITAN, Squalo is not gigantic, because Feitan's small body COULD NOT HANDLE a foot-long cock. He has to concentrate, to relax not to make the insertion stiffer than it should be, so he'll breathe before focusing on the kiss, returning it with the same heat and violence that Squalo is providing him.
And finally, he's completely in. Feitan's head tilts back and his eyebrows nearly meet, and he takes just a moment to revel in the sensation before he makes a point of meeting Squalo's hips with each thrust.)
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He doesn't intend to hold back in the slightest.
Good thing that, JUST LIKE FEITAN, Squalo is not gigantic, because Feitan's small body COULD NOT HANDLE a foot-long cock. He has to concentrate, to relax not to make the insertion stiffer than it should be, so he'll breathe before focusing on the kiss, returning it with the same heat and violence that Squalo is providing him.
And finally, he's completely in. Feitan's head tilts back and his eyebrows nearly meet, and he takes just a moment to revel in the sensation before he makes a point of meeting Squalo's hips with each thrust.)