I don’t, er, I don’t think you wouldn’t, I just… now it’s in my head, … [ his eyes dip to watch. ] I’m just thinking about all of th- [ his words die in his throat, molded into a groan as emet buries into him. his toes curl and he shuts his eyes, the stretching burning, but burning so good. ] Ah, H- Hades.
[ oh, he’s definitely painting something else, since childe’s thoughts are now completely scrambled. he grunts, having ( almost ) gotten used to the overly full feeling when he starts to withdraw, a whine at the ready, … and then slam, he’s seeing stars before he knows what’s what. he shudders, crying out breathlessly, tears stinging the ends of his eyes as he’s fucked roughly. ]
[He takes one hand off his hip so he can place it directly on his tattoo even as he continues to push into him as hard as he can, keeping him full and warm and in a little bit of pain to mix with that pleasure.]
[ childe cries out and cums the moment hades' hand falls onto his tattoo, its glow becoming near blinding as his senses overload, his seed splashing onto his stomach ( and the other man's hand ) as his chest heaves and he struggles to catch his breath. ]
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[He slicks up his own cock before he takes Childe's hips and plants himself inside him without much further ado.]
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Let's see if I can't paint a different image.
[And he's rough with him. Almost pulling out completely before pushing all the way back in using the grip on his hips to pull him in each time.]
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