[The hand around his cock has his breathing turning to gasps and a need to thrust into that grip, but he barely has the time to think it before pain blossoms in his neck and Kyle's tongue reaps the reward and Chris' mind melts. The mix of pleasure and pain is perfect and there's no thoughts left in his mind for the way sensation overwhelms him. Kyle's tongue at his skin, drinking up his blood. Kyle's hand on his length, providing enough friction to yank Chris closer to that edge. Kyle's cock plowing into him with such exquisite force his air leaves him and keeps him gasping and clinging to the other man.
Chris' nails dig into the wounds and pulse a waver of necrotic magic through them, picking and pulling at them to linger and sting while he holds onto Kyle like it'll keep him from coming apart.
It doesn't. Not with the pace and the pain and the intimacy of the tongue at his neck and the hand on his cock. He falls apart in Kyle's lap with a sharp cry or pleasure, his spend spilling over the other man's hand. Bloody fingers curl around the back of Kyle's neck as he rolls his hips to encourage more from his lover.]
Kyle! Gods, yes...fuck me. Come in me. Have whatever you like.
[The 'please' doesn't make it out, but it's there in the undercurrent of his tone.]
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Chris' nails dig into the wounds and pulse a waver of necrotic magic through them, picking and pulling at them to linger and sting while he holds onto Kyle like it'll keep him from coming apart.
It doesn't. Not with the pace and the pain and the intimacy of the tongue at his neck and the hand on his cock. He falls apart in Kyle's lap with a sharp cry or pleasure, his spend spilling over the other man's hand. Bloody fingers curl around the back of Kyle's neck as he rolls his hips to encourage more from his lover.]
Kyle! Gods, yes...fuck me. Come in me. Have whatever you like.
[The 'please' doesn't make it out, but it's there in the undercurrent of his tone.]