Dumb PSL Shit

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[seasoflight]

Felih sees the hand in question and feels his cheeks flush hotter, tail quivering a little more as he realizes that's the hand his mate was fingering him with. He melts into that kiss, pressing against him and trying hard to cuddle as close as he can, relishing the kiss for every last moment...

And then he realizes his mate is hard, and it makes him whine, wanting for him.

"You're just as worked up," he mumbles, before talk of more toys has his ears perking up. "There's more? I- are we going to try more?"

[crystalsfused]

“I am... perhaps a little worked up,” Raha acknowledges, shifting his hips away enough so that Felih cannot feel just how hard he is. “How could I not be, after you sang for me so beautifully? Yet if I have not made it plain, you come first, my love. I am well-trained in the art of patience, so you needn’t worry for me.

It aches, and he would be lying if he said it didn’t. How he wants to free himself from the confines of his trousers, where he knows a damp spot is forming even through that thick fabric. Soon, he reminds himself, for the longer he retains his senses, the longer he can focus exclusively on Felih and see how he can satisfy that insatiable libido of his.

He shifts slightly, runs his hands down Felih’s back, only lightly brushing over the base of his tail before cupping and gently squeezing his rear.

“I had a thought, however, that perhaps while I have you, we might see to filling you up here as well... if you are amenable to the thought, of course.”

[seasoflight]

Felih pouts a little when Raha stubbornly reminds him that tonight, it's his turn to be spoiled. He always feels terrible when he doesn't reciprocate for his lover, but Raha is being insistent...

"At least take your clothes off. I want to feel you against me, if nothing else..." he murmurs, trying to cuddle back up to him, before he shivers at the gentle stroke down his spine. The tease against his tail's base makes him squirm, before the squeeze has him outright squeaking, cheeks hot.

"A-Ah...! Nn... o-of course," Felih murmurs, cheeks still burning as he tries to hide his face away into Raha's shoulder. "Whatever you like."