[ His efforts will be rewarded. Squalo likes his hair touched and pulled, even if he usually doesn't let people do so. The dick squeezing is pretty great too, and all in all, hopefully Feitan's eardrums can take it, because Squalo's getting loud, and doing his best to fuck as hard as he can. ]
[ He's holding the other's weight pretty firmly, so he's free to help himself in the meantime. And of course that also means the claws sinking into him weren't strictly necessary, but right now the pain just resonates with lust and pushes him that much closer to the edge. Sure is a good thing that NEITHER of them need to smash FOR HOURS to get off. ]
[ He half-growls, half-moans, but allows the other to pull his head back by the hair. His face is pretty much smeared with blood all over at this point, looking just like a goddamn demon, ice-gray eyes standing out in the sea of red that also now stains his teeth and his white hair pretty extensively. ]
[ And so, there's another long moment of them just staring adoringly at each other. Maybe their foreheads meet in a mockery of romance, too. And then they're kissing again, rough and hungry. Squalo's thrusts are getting a little jagged, nails and mechanical fingers digging more harshly into pale flesh. He's determined to hold out until the other's finished, but his uncanny ability to cause pain to him in all the right ways might put a damper in that plan. ]
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[ He's holding the other's weight pretty firmly, so he's free to help himself in the meantime. And of course that also means the claws sinking into him weren't strictly necessary, but right now the pain just resonates with lust and pushes him that much closer to the edge.
Sure is a good thing that NEITHER of them need to smash FOR HOURS to get off.][ He half-growls, half-moans, but allows the other to pull his head back by the hair. His face is pretty much smeared with blood all over at this point, looking just like a goddamn demon, ice-gray eyes standing out in the sea of red that also now stains his teeth and his white hair pretty extensively. ]
[ And so, there's another long moment of them just staring adoringly at each other. Maybe their foreheads meet in a mockery of romance, too. And then they're kissing again, rough and hungry. Squalo's thrusts are getting a little jagged, nails and mechanical fingers digging more harshly into pale flesh. He's determined to hold out until the other's finished, but his uncanny ability to cause pain to him in all the right ways might put a damper in that plan. ]