Hermes- [ He grunts as he's taken a bit deeper, Hermes' fingers toying with him as well. It's almost like he's trying to complain, except that would be truly silly. Perhaps he just didn't fully expect it to feel this good, or to get in the mood quite as easily.
Yet here he is, fingers eventually leaving the couch to tangle into Hermes' dark hair and tug lightly as he coasts toward his climax, hips lifting occasionally off the cushions as he's unable to hold back completely. ]
[The fingers in his hair serve as encouragement as he's pulled toward him, doing his best to take him deeper and deeper. The bucking of hips has him gripping a thigh to steady himself, but he doesn't limit his movement. If this is how Emet-Selch wants to use him right now he's more than fine with it.
With a few more deliberate licks and sucks he moves quicker in a bid to draw his release out of him. Just how long could he last?]
[ Though he's taking care not to thrust too hard or too deep when Hermes might not be able to take it, it's getting more difficult to hold back. It seems though that he isn't going to last forever, as the way Hermes speeds his movements up pulls Emet-Selch right up near his release.
With a shaky breath and moan that follows, his muscles tense tightly as he comes, lifting off the sofa a little bit as the climax moves through him like a hot spark. It leaves him breathless and weak once it finally begins to die down again. ]
[As soon as Emet-Selch's release hits he's bracing himself to swallow, hands on his thighs, squeezing. There's only so much he can manage though, being inexperienced when it comes to doing this sort of thing. Eventually he has to pull back with a small gasp, some of his release trickling out past the corner of his mouth. Flushed he wipes it away with the back of his hand, looking off to the side.]
[ Emet-Selch takes a moment, his heart racing as his body relaxes and winds down from the rather sudden orgasm. Perhaps Hermes isn't experienced at it, but his intent was quite clearly enough. It's even almost a little embarrassing the way he's out of breath and Hermes is looking off to nowhere as he wipes his mouth. Zodiark help him. ]
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Yet here he is, fingers eventually leaving the couch to tangle into Hermes' dark hair and tug lightly as he coasts toward his climax, hips lifting occasionally off the cushions as he's unable to hold back completely. ]
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With a few more deliberate licks and sucks he moves quicker in a bid to draw his release out of him. Just how long could he last?]
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With a shaky breath and moan that follows, his muscles tense tightly as he comes, lifting off the sofa a little bit as the climax moves through him like a hot spark. It leaves him breathless and weak once it finally begins to die down again. ]
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...Was that satisfactory?
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... I think you know the answer to that already.