[ he doesn't even feel like a person anymore, just an electric jumble of energy with some noise mixed in. he's trying not to make too much noise, not with the awareness of where they are placed somewhere deep in the background of his mind, but he can't help himself. he moans again, louder this time —
and then it's like the noise cuts itself off before it's done all the way. his voice shorts out because the way she fills him is so overwhelmingly satisfactory, his body doesn't know how to process anything else. all his cells are singing out. he finishes with her, his cock making everything all warm and sticky in the space between them while his body doubles down on aggressively clenching on her knot, unwilling to let any of the warmth try to escape.
he tries to say something, but it's just some broken syllables sputtering out. it was probably approving words. but the world will never truly know. ]
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and then it's like the noise cuts itself off before it's done all the way. his voice shorts out because the way she fills him is so overwhelmingly satisfactory, his body doesn't know how to process anything else. all his cells are singing out. he finishes with her, his cock making everything all warm and sticky in the space between them while his body doubles down on aggressively clenching on her knot, unwilling to let any of the warmth try to escape.
he tries to say something, but it's just some broken syllables sputtering out. it was probably approving words. but the world will never truly know. ]