[ a halting affirmation as he feels himself opening up on pinocchio's fingers. it's not hard - he's soft and wet, pliable and used to this to begin with, but always, always enjoying it, blossoming underneath him as the other stretches him open, comments on how prepared he already seems to be and it's not untrue. between the food and his own traitorous body, he's prepared for just about any sort of intrusion. as if to bait him out further, he gives a little shameless wiggle of his hips to situate them closer, scooting forward towards the cockhead pressing against him and whining. ]
Come on, inside...
[ crooking his knee and pressing a heel to the soft line of his bottom, eiden encourages him, just as his chest is squeezed and he lets out a sweet keening noise. always sensitive there, he misses the contact onto to revel in how his hips are grabbed and he's pressed into in full. his eyes go wide, voice pausing mid-breath as he realizes he's being entered and something frantic takes possession of him. his heel presses closer, pushes him in further as he scambles to grab at him, hands framing pinocchio's face as he draws him in over him, lips careesing the warmth of his mouth.
his thumbs themselves stroke as soft cheeks, brush the fringe of delicate lashes. radiating heat, his own face is full flush as he murmurs to him. ]
Just like that... you fit perfectly...
[ the stretch, the girth. he spreads a thigh lewdly wide to accommodate as he squeezes down hard against the other. watching him from here, he's fairly certain he could spend himself on the vision alone - impossible to deny him, the kindness of him, the way he tests his words. he wants to encourge it, nodding in agreement. he's ready, he's wanting, and as he sinks down to hilt him, he lets out the most satisfied sound. ]
no subject
[ a halting affirmation as he feels himself opening up on pinocchio's fingers. it's not hard - he's soft and wet, pliable and used to this to begin with, but always, always enjoying it, blossoming underneath him as the other stretches him open, comments on how prepared he already seems to be and it's not untrue. between the food and his own traitorous body, he's prepared for just about any sort of intrusion. as if to bait him out further, he gives a little shameless wiggle of his hips to situate them closer, scooting forward towards the cockhead pressing against him and whining. ]
Come on, inside...
[ crooking his knee and pressing a heel to the soft line of his bottom, eiden encourages him, just as his chest is squeezed and he lets out a sweet keening noise. always sensitive there, he misses the contact onto to revel in how his hips are grabbed and he's pressed into in full. his eyes go wide, voice pausing mid-breath as he realizes he's being entered and something frantic takes possession of him. his heel presses closer, pushes him in further as he scambles to grab at him, hands framing pinocchio's face as he draws him in over him, lips careesing the warmth of his mouth.
his thumbs themselves stroke as soft cheeks, brush the fringe of delicate lashes. radiating heat, his own face is full flush as he murmurs to him. ]
Just like that... you fit perfectly...
[ the stretch, the girth. he spreads a thigh lewdly wide to accommodate as he squeezes down hard against the other. watching him from here, he's fairly certain he could spend himself on the vision alone - impossible to deny him, the kindness of him, the way he tests his words. he wants to encourge it, nodding in agreement. he's ready, he's wanting, and as he sinks down to hilt him, he lets out the most satisfied sound. ]
Don't stop - I want all of you in me.