[ Wow IT'S LIKE THEY'RE MADE FOR EACH OTHER. Both spiritually and physically. And we thought it couldn't get gayer. ]
[ Squalo admires that quite unusual expression on Feitan's face. Maybe even marvels at it a little. Such a perfect creature he's got in his arms, lithe and deadly and totally into him. That really does more wonders for him than the cider. ]
[ He builds pace, gradually moving faster, but still making a point to go nice and deep each time, pulling Feitan's bottom closer and away from the wall for a better angle. It sure is a good thing that dress stayed on, or his poor upper back would be violently scraping against the tiles without protection at this point. ]
[ Squalo is letting himself break restraint too, finally, gasps and groans that are a bit more hoarse than usual but still too damn loud, as he always is. Soon enough it's muffled by Feitan's neck though. At first Squalo just buries his face in it (how romantic), and of course ends up rubbing blood all over it, thanks to both their earlier activities and his recent deeper bites. Speaking of which, it's about time for another one, because fucking alone is nowhere near enough violence to be a pressure valve for how crazy he's goint. There goes his nose, tickling under Feitan's jaw after a trail of kisses, and sharky teeth sink in right under his ear, though still making note not to actually puncture anything vital. ]
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And we thought it couldn't get gayer.][ Squalo admires that quite unusual expression on Feitan's face. Maybe even marvels at it a little. Such a perfect creature he's got in his arms, lithe and deadly and totally into him. That really does more wonders for him than the cider. ]
[ He builds pace, gradually moving faster, but still making a point to go nice and deep each time, pulling Feitan's bottom closer and away from the wall for a better angle. It sure is a good thing that dress stayed on, or his poor upper back would be violently scraping against the tiles without protection at this point. ]
[ Squalo is letting himself break restraint too, finally, gasps and groans that are a bit more hoarse than usual but still too damn loud, as he always is. Soon enough it's muffled by Feitan's neck though. At first Squalo just buries his face in it (how romantic), and of course ends up rubbing blood all over it, thanks to both their earlier activities and his recent deeper bites. Speaking of which, it's about time for another one, because fucking alone is nowhere near enough violence to be a pressure valve for how crazy he's goint. There goes his nose, tickling under Feitan's jaw after a trail of kisses, and sharky teeth sink in right under his ear, though still making note not to actually puncture anything vital. ]