[ One more time. He can tell, he can feel it, and he’s close himself, the biting sting of new marks making him want more. He’s hurting enough now, he’s bled so much that he’s just a little dizzy, and as he pushes Dextera beneath the water again, his eyes try to find his in the middle of the flailing. His other hand keeps him pinned, his body weight makes those kicks useless.
His mouth covers Dextera’s again and he groans into it. Another grind, another focus on the sensation so built up that he can’t believe it. Finally, he pulls Dextera back out of the water again, and brings his other trembling hand to stroke them together.
He’s so close, too. Just a few strokes like that and he releases into the water, but he’s sure to keep his hand going until they both get to that peak, until a few strokes after. ]
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His mouth covers Dextera’s again and he groans into it. Another grind, another focus on the sensation so built up that he can’t believe it. Finally, he pulls Dextera back out of the water again, and brings his other trembling hand to stroke them together.
He’s so close, too. Just a few strokes like that and he releases into the water, but he’s sure to keep his hand going until they both get to that peak, until a few strokes after. ]