[There’s no denying how Lahabra’s cock twitched when Elidibus declared how he would fuck him. Such a simple statement shouldn’t be such a turn-on, but it is. Lahabrea has this primal urge to be enjoyed and devoured. It’s a need that elicits him to bite and mark Themis as their little tryst continues. The kiss between them becomes increasingly animated as Hephaistos tugs harshly at Themis’s bottom lip. He decidedly likes the taste of his blood, with the coopery flavor acting like a mock stimulant between them. Hephaistos sucks on the wound for a moment or two, his crimson gaze nearly glowing with excitement as Elidibus casts his gaze on him.
This is an unspoken challenge between them—a rivalry in the form of heated passion. Lahabrea wants to see how Elidibus looks in the throes of passion. He wants to see Themis lose himself while fucking him. Dear Elidibus is always the voice of reason among the Convocation. He’s a self-assured young man with an old soul who often acts as a mediator between them. Always so calm and rational, Hephaistos yearns to see all of that melt away to showcase the man that lurks beneath those gentle blue eyes.
He was about to kiss Themis again until the young man suddenly thrust into him harshly enough to wrench a moan out of him. Hephaistos tilts his head back, giving Themis the opportunity necessary to bite his shoulder. The feeling of those pearly whites breaking his flesh is borderline sinful. He shudders at the pain but finds euphoria in the pleasure. A thin trickle of blood slowly flows down from the wound, a little bit of sweet ambrosia for Themis to feast upon at his leisure. Just the idea of them having matching marks makes him want to cum, especially as Themis forces his way inside of him. He squeezes his rough fingers around Themis’s hand, a sign that he’s enjoying himself.
A pitiful groan escapes Hephaistos as Themis plunges slowly into him, touching the deepest parts of him with a level of intimacy he never experienced. He could feel the Emissary’s cock drag over his prostrate with every thrust, further stoking the flames pooling at his very core. Hephaistos doesn’t just lie there and take it, either. No, he moves to meet those thrusts, hoping to swallow more of Elidibus inside of him. He wants to envelope the young man in his heat and scorch him like fire. The deeper he goes, the more Hephaistos finds himself losing himself to the passion. He watches with astonishment and sex-crazed eyes as Elidibus' expression shifts with every movement. Lahabrea has never known him to be this expressive, but “Hephaistos” will catalog every second of their union.]
Your desire is m-mine to grant— [He whimpers in between breathy gasps.] I want to see that calm façade of yours break as well, Themis.
[He tightly wraps his legs around Elidibus’s slim waist, ensaring him further within his heat as his expression contorts to one of pure bliss. Hephaistos whimpers as Themis keeps striking his prostate with absurd accuracy. He can barely get a word out anymore, his entire body flushes with exertion as they continue with this sensual dance. They haven’t even reached the peak yet, and Hephaistos finds himself so woefully overwhelmed. This isn’t good! Hephaistos could tries in vain to keep his emotions in check, to stop himself from crying out but he can’t. ]
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This is an unspoken challenge between them—a rivalry in the form of heated passion. Lahabrea wants to see how Elidibus looks in the throes of passion. He wants to see Themis lose himself while fucking him. Dear Elidibus is always the voice of reason among the Convocation. He’s a self-assured young man with an old soul who often acts as a mediator between them. Always so calm and rational, Hephaistos yearns to see all of that melt away to showcase the man that lurks beneath those gentle blue eyes.
He was about to kiss Themis again until the young man suddenly thrust into him harshly enough to wrench a moan out of him. Hephaistos tilts his head back, giving Themis the opportunity necessary to bite his shoulder. The feeling of those pearly whites breaking his flesh is borderline sinful. He shudders at the pain but finds euphoria in the pleasure. A thin trickle of blood slowly flows down from the wound, a little bit of sweet ambrosia for Themis to feast upon at his leisure. Just the idea of them having matching marks makes him want to cum, especially as Themis forces his way inside of him. He squeezes his rough fingers around Themis’s hand, a sign that he’s enjoying himself.
A pitiful groan escapes Hephaistos as Themis plunges slowly into him, touching the deepest parts of him with a level of intimacy he never experienced. He could feel the Emissary’s cock drag over his prostrate with every thrust, further stoking the flames pooling at his very core. Hephaistos doesn’t just lie there and take it, either. No, he moves to meet those thrusts, hoping to swallow more of Elidibus inside of him. He wants to envelope the young man in his heat and scorch him like fire. The deeper he goes, the more Hephaistos finds himself losing himself to the passion. He watches with astonishment and sex-crazed eyes as Elidibus' expression shifts with every movement. Lahabrea has never known him to be this expressive, but “Hephaistos” will catalog every second of their union.]
Your desire is m-mine to grant— [He whimpers in between breathy gasps.] I want to see that calm façade of yours break as well, Themis.
[He tightly wraps his legs around Elidibus’s slim waist, ensaring him further within his heat as his expression contorts to one of pure bliss. Hephaistos whimpers as Themis keeps striking his prostate with absurd accuracy. He can barely get a word out anymore, his entire body flushes with exertion as they continue with this sensual dance. They haven’t even reached the peak yet, and Hephaistos finds himself so woefully overwhelmed. This isn’t good! Hephaistos could tries in vain to keep his emotions in check, to stop himself from crying out but he can’t. ]