[ well that made all the blood in his body sink down to his dick. izumi's already feeling a bit sore down there, but he'll be damned if he goes against sandalphon's selfish whims right now, especially when he's being like this. so he nods, readies himself for the next round --
and the next, and the next. primal beasts are, after all, not human, and that means they have all the stamina in the world and skies to keep going, and every time izumi thinks he's finally done, he'd notice how hard sandalphon still is, and he can't help but encourage that at the expense of his hipbones potentially breaking. and if nothing else, there's still his mouth, to which sandalphon has gleefully emptied himself into a couple of times already. the old excuse about needing protein still works, apparently.
but it seems that izumi's finally run his course after - what, round three? four? he's honestly lost count; it's really as if sandalphon's aiming to fuck his brains out from how energetic he's still being. he can barely think amidst the endless sound of skin slapping against each other, their own moans and screams intermingling, and right now that's all that matters. ]
S-San--... Sandalphon, please...
[ he's still not sure what he's begging for here. he's on all fours, ass up on his knees while the rest of him is slumped down on the bed, fingers weakly gripping at the bedsheets. his voice is hoarse from all the abuse it'd gotten, from moaning sandalphon's name over and over to all the cum he had to swallow, and he just -- feels so used and normally he'd be angry at being treated like this, but at this point he's too tired to raise a finger. ]
I, ah, feel so full, so full of you... I'm r-really almost there--
[ his own dick is furiously red, dripping all over the mattress, yearning to be touched and yet not wanting any from all the sensitivity. izumi's really going to break at this rate, but maybe... maybe the angel would help him up to heaven, if such a place does exist. sandalphon can do anything he sets his mind to, after all. ]
shh i gotchu
and the next, and the next. primal beasts are, after all, not human, and that means they have all the stamina in the world and skies to keep going, and every time izumi thinks he's finally done, he'd notice how hard sandalphon still is, and he can't help but encourage that at the expense of his hipbones potentially breaking. and if nothing else, there's still his mouth, to which sandalphon has gleefully emptied himself into a couple of times already. the old excuse about needing protein still works, apparently.
but it seems that izumi's finally run his course after - what, round three? four? he's honestly lost count; it's really as if sandalphon's aiming to fuck his brains out from how energetic he's still being. he can barely think amidst the endless sound of skin slapping against each other, their own moans and screams intermingling, and right now that's all that matters. ]
S-San--... Sandalphon, please...
[ he's still not sure what he's begging for here. he's on all fours, ass up on his knees while the rest of him is slumped down on the bed, fingers weakly gripping at the bedsheets. his voice is hoarse from all the abuse it'd gotten, from moaning sandalphon's name over and over to all the cum he had to swallow, and he just -- feels so used and normally he'd be angry at being treated like this, but at this point he's too tired to raise a finger. ]
I, ah, feel so full, so full of you... I'm r-really almost there--
[ his own dick is furiously red, dripping all over the mattress, yearning to be touched and yet not wanting any from all the sensitivity. izumi's really going to break at this rate, but maybe... maybe the angel would help him up to heaven, if such a place does exist. sandalphon can do anything he sets his mind to, after all. ]