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cxxx{}::::::::::::::::::::::::::::>"Good boy," Isoloses growled into Naevys's ear, "Taking every inch of me, huh? So stretched out," Naevys shuddered and nodded, his fingernails digging into Isoloses's shoulders as he clung onto him. His back was pressed against the glass window in his room, his shiny black hair a mess, the moon shining down brightly and illuminating the paleness of his skin. He was pretty, his lips parted and his head resting back against the glass as he clung onto Isoloses's shoulders. With the impact of Isoloses's thrusts, Naevys's cock was swinging and flicking precum everywhere, and his cock was so red and sensitive that he was letting out little moans and whimpers as it hit his abdomen.
Sometime around dawn, Isoloses had woken up to his cock rubbing against Naevys's dripping wet hole, Naevys's moans and trills falling freely into the air. His cheeks had been parted by Isoloses's cock. It hadn't taken but five or so minutes of Naevys's hips rocking back and forth absently while he was asleep for Naevys to stir and start begging and pleading for him to fuck him. How they ended up against the window Isoloses couldn't quite remember.
He'd been so hazed with arousal that nothing was quite registering in his brain when they'd first started having sex, nothing was catching in his brain other than breeding him. It'd settled in while he was asleep, the height of his rut was always the most instinct-heavy day of the whole thing. Isoloses didn't--couldn't think much, not beyond getting inside of Naevys and making him cum so he could cum.
But it was also the day his orgasms too the longest--he'd lost track of how long they'd been going this time, and couldn't remember when they'd even started at this point. Time had bled together after some point and everything just became a haze in his mind. Nothing mattered anymore but being inside of Naevys. Naevys's thighs were coated in slick, and even with the strong grip that Isoloses was using it was beginning to become difficult to keep his body in place with the fast thrusts, but he was managing somehow.
Each thrust was pulling beautiful, breathless noises from Naevys's mouth, his arms wrapping around his neck tighter in an attempt to cling onto him. Isoloses let out a growl into his neck, his teeth sinking down into Naevys's throat roughly. Naevys jolted, his eyes rolling back as he clung to him tightly, a moan free-falling from his beautiful lips.
The noises Naevys were making were a symphony of beautiful noises, both soft and loud at the same time, still somehow louder than the sound of their skin slapping together. On every thrust upwards into him, Naevys would clench and shudder, his back arching while moaning. It was entrancing.
"D-Don't stop, don't stop, I-I'm close, I--!" Naevys broke off with a cry of pleasure, moving more adamantly against him. Isoloses couldn't help but choke out a moan as he felt pleasure and desire burning in his veins. More, his mind urged, and when he thrust in the next time Naevys's head thumped back against the glass and he let out a sob, his lips parting.
Isoloses felt his hands slipping again and he tightened his grip and hoisted him up higher, letting his hands slide down to the underneath of his knees so he couldn't slip. With the additional leverage and the new angle, he couldn't help moving faster and faster, drawing even louder noises from Naevys's lips.
He was certain this was the first time that Naevys had put the damn glass up his entire heat, claiming Isoloses's body heat felt better than the central heating system. Isoloses didn't really have a response to that, at least not one that wasn't him teasing the hell out of Naevys, so he'd kept his mouth shut. His mind was not pulled together, he wasn't thinking about anything other than fucking Naevys. Once his knot was planted inside of him, he'd be fine and dandy but until then there was nothing more important. Nothing that couldn't wait.
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Once Fate Became Twisted | Man x Boy | Ⅱ
RomanceIsoloses's life as the second prince of Caelestes was misery. He hated himself, but most of all he hated his father. The guilt that rested on his shoulders was suffocating, and the mere fact that he was alive made it worse because he felt he deserve...