[That earns him a discontent noise—almost like a squawk, but somehow a little more dignified.]
What?! Hythlodaeus—!
[That's not—who does Hythlodaeus think he is!? With some pointed defiance, he presses back against him, trying to take more of him in—but that's a mistake. Clearly all part of his lover's scheme, because as he presses himself down on his cock, everything comes to a head. Or, rather, merely he comes. With the sensations of everything overwhelming his mind and body, and with an emphatic pulse of pleasure burning down his spine and settling into the build of pressure in his groin...he makes a mess of his bed and Hythlodaeus' hand both.
Of course such a mess is not the only indicator of such, for likewise it is accompanied by the pleasured gasps and groans as his orgasm racks his body, leaving him quaking from it all. Of course he cannot help but thrust into Hythlodaeus' hand, riding out his orgasm as much as he can, which in turn services Hythlodaeus' own cock. How convenient!]
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What?! Hythlodaeus—!
[That's not—who does Hythlodaeus think he is!? With some pointed defiance, he presses back against him, trying to take more of him in—but that's a mistake. Clearly all part of his lover's scheme, because as he presses himself down on his cock, everything comes to a head. Or, rather, merely he comes. With the sensations of everything overwhelming his mind and body, and with an emphatic pulse of pleasure burning down his spine and settling into the build of pressure in his groin...he makes a mess of his bed and Hythlodaeus' hand both.
Of course such a mess is not the only indicator of such, for likewise it is accompanied by the pleasured gasps and groans as his orgasm racks his body, leaving him quaking from it all. Of course he cannot help but thrust into Hythlodaeus' hand, riding out his orgasm as much as he can, which in turn services Hythlodaeus' own cock. How convenient!]