Absinthe isn't that much of a masochistic himself but there's an edge that clawing brings that has him gasping, along with the raw pleasure of fucking him this hard -- his thumb curls into his windpipe for a moment like he truly intends to crush it in his grasp. he honestly can't imagine himself lasting too long like this, even with the discomfort and the burn, being inside Lahabrea and having him so hopelessly turned on underneath him is so thrilling he's already chasing after his orgasm with hard, rough ruts into him, head dipping down to sink teeth into his shoulder even as he strangles him. ]
[Lahabrea is basically overwhelmed as it is. The bite and the pressure on his windpipe is all he needs to arch soundlessly up against Absinthe, coming hard. His mouth opens but no voice emerges, no cry or moan that's audible because he hasn't the breath for it. His vision, already swimming, goes rather white-- not exactly passing out with his orgasm but certainly 80% of the way to it. Ears roaring, lungs burning, throat feeling crushed and bruised, ass in no better shape.
And he's loving every second of it. Though he's a little beyond cogent right now.]
[ his grip tightens even further, almost impossibly so, when he feels Lahabrea's ass clench tight around him; he's shuddering open with a loud groan muffled into his flesh as he as he comes himself, sunk deep inside of him, wetness spilling hot against Lahabrea's insides.
he does, at least, then release his grip on his throat -- but he doesn't stop biting into him, lapping at what blood his blunt teeth manages to draw. ]
[Feeling Absinthe come in him has him whine, something that can be heard when his throat is finally released and he gasps, whole body shivering. He's not actually loosening around Absinthe's cock yet, too busy fighting for air, fingers digging into the man's back as he shudders in mixed pain and pleasure that's too over-stimulated as Absinthe keeps biting.]
[ he moans quietly into his skin - - he's over stimulated himself at this point, in the afterglow of his orgasm, hips shifting in short little movements as he rides that out then stills. he stops biting him but he's still licking hungrily at those little pinpricks of red. ]
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Absinthe isn't that much of a masochistic himself but there's an edge that clawing brings that has him gasping, along with the raw pleasure of fucking him this hard -- his thumb curls into his windpipe for a moment like he truly intends to crush it in his grasp. he honestly can't imagine himself lasting too long like this, even with the discomfort and the burn, being inside Lahabrea and having him so hopelessly turned on underneath him is so thrilling he's already chasing after his orgasm with hard, rough ruts into him, head dipping down to sink teeth into his shoulder even as he strangles him. ]
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And he's loving every second of it. Though he's a little beyond cogent right now.]
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he does, at least, then release his grip on his throat -- but he doesn't stop biting into him, lapping at what blood his blunt teeth manages to draw. ]
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If... you wanted a taste. You could have asked.
[His vice is basically wrecked, unrecognizable.]
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And you would have obliged me?
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