SIDEREAL CONTINUATIONS.

[begguiling]

This used to be an IC inbox (now found here) but it ended up mostly NSFW thread continuations instead and I decided I wanted those separate so!

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[selfidentitytheft]

Mhmm, is that more of this happening or aha— finding new favorites...?

[as if Kei would even THINK to escape. red as he is— and even if some of those moans cue small echoing moans of his own —he's still propped up wobbily on his elbows, still sticking close to kiss and bite at his lips, his jaw, even trying to reach his ears in between words.]

[begguiling]

[as soon as he figures out Kei is going for the ears, he is going to LET Kei go for those ears—like this he has both human and his usual ears, and he doesn't even care which ones get the attention, so he clumsily tries to offer both. it's not like he's completely with it right now himself. he ducks his head to mouth at Kei's collarbone because that's just where his mouth is right now—he can only hope that's a thing people like—dragging his teeth there, sucking random spots, just for something to do with his mouth as he grinds down. he doesn't even answer the question.]

Mmmmmnnnnn, mmmhmmm. Yeah, I—uh-huh.

[thats an answer]

[selfidentitytheft]

[kei's only got one mouth for so many options, he can't worry an earlobe or bite a pointy ear at the same time, but HE TRIES, just mouthing at whichever's closest in turn as Magolor moves around. either set is cute and soft and good for moaning directly into, 'cause he IS the person that's got sensitive collarbones.]

Right, right, yeah. Uh— oof.

[or at least until his elbows give out propping himself up and he's flat on his back again]

[begguiling]

—Hahaha! ♥

[cute! that's cute—Magolor beams down at him, just a little marred by how hard he's breathing and how flushed he is. they can see each other better again like this. now that Kei's out flat again, Magolor sits up over him and braces his hands on his chest to hold him down that way, shifting to get the position on top of him just right]

Mmmm, okay. Okay, that was good. Now you can let me take good care of you . . .

[he braces himself on his knees and begins to rock his hips firmly, grinding down. he both is and isn't used to this exact gesture, and it's clumsy at first, but that doesn't detract from how good it feels on his end, at least]

Ah—