[ Squalo may remember his, but that was still months ago, and probably not quite as overwhelming as this. An ode to bloodthirst, that's what this is. ]
[ He makes a noise -- something like a breathless laugh -- as the other paints his face with blood even more. The smirk he has on looks almost fond as their eyes meet. ]
[ He shivers as that moan reverbates through his mouth, drawing another one from him in return. As the other pulls away, he'll move his cleaner hand up to rest it at the back of the other's head to push his face more firmly into Squalo's neck, holding him close as he fucks him into the wall through the waves of climax. Squalo had been close enough already, and now that there's muscles tensing around him and the man in his arms looking and sounding like a complete mess, he follows soon after Feitan, making sure he's as deep as it goes when he comes, just as an extra flavor in laying claim. ]
[ Their rhythm finally grinds to a halt. Squalo's mouth is somewhere near the other's shoulder, but rather than bite again, he just pants, doing his best to stay on steady legs. Damn, that was intense. ] ]
[ They stay still for a little while. Then he tugs on Feitan's hair a little to get him out of his hidey place and face him, and gives him a deep, slow kiss on the mouth. Then he pulls back, admires the other, and finally pulls out. ]
[ A moment later, without any warning, he's letting go of him. ]
[ So Feitan has three options here, 1) lower his legs and land gracefully on his feet like the apex predator he's meant to be, 2) fall on his ass, or 3) continue hanging off Squalo like an oversized rucksack and make it his problem to peel off all those limbs wrapped around him. His call. ]
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[ He makes a noise -- something like a breathless laugh -- as the other paints his face with blood even more. The smirk he has on looks almost fond as their eyes meet. ]
[ He shivers as that moan reverbates through his mouth, drawing another one from him in return. As the other pulls away, he'll move his cleaner hand up to rest it at the back of the other's head to push his face more firmly into Squalo's neck, holding him close as he fucks him into the wall through the waves of climax. Squalo had been close enough already, and now that there's muscles tensing around him and the man in his arms looking and sounding like a complete mess, he follows soon after Feitan, making sure he's as deep as it goes when he comes, just as an extra flavor in laying claim. ]
[ Their rhythm finally grinds to a halt. Squalo's mouth is somewhere near the other's shoulder, but rather than bite again, he just pants, doing his best to stay on steady legs. Damn, that was intense. ] ]
[ They stay still for a little while. Then he tugs on Feitan's hair a little to get him out of his hidey place and face him, and gives him a deep, slow kiss on the mouth. Then he pulls back, admires the other, and finally pulls out. ]
[ A moment later, without any warning, he's letting go of him. ]
[ So Feitan has three options here, 1) lower his legs and land gracefully on his feet like the apex predator he's meant to be, 2) fall on his ass, or 3) continue hanging off Squalo like an oversized rucksack and make it his problem to peel off all those limbs wrapped around him. His call. ]