That’s n— [ berserker is excellent at cutting flat off mid sentence, moaning louder when cu’s teeth sink in a little harder into the crook of his neck and shoulder.
the way that his claws drags down also makes him shiver—how weird it feels to willingly lose control of your own body like this. though he’s not that much of a stranger to sex, it had never been like this. those had been quick and thoughtless—this one felt like the complete opposite. it interests flat greatly. cu is gentle and rough at the same time, and flat yearns to see how far he can push this. how much can he give and what will berserker do with all of him?
being eaten in the literal sense isn’t something he had planned, or would like very much—the painful death of it more than the blood. but...because it’s berserker, he wouldn’t mind being torn up just a little, if that were to be the other’s will.
which is why he looks straight into cu’s eyes, a small smile on his face as he reaches down to help him take off his underwear, leaving him bare and hard and under the mercy of someone that could easily rip his spine out. flat trusts him as much as he would his own servant—as much as he trusts waver. ]
[ It's the same sort of trust that he put in Geralt (who is more than capable of killing him) when he'd been backed against a wall -- if Berserker had wanted to kill Flat, he would have by now. Trust is a difficult thing to earn from him, but once you have it, it will only be broken by the other party. He would never knowingly or willingly injure any of his Bondmates (not physically, anyway).
Without any pretense or warning, he grasps Flat's arousal and starts to stroke him. His own cock throbs with need, but he ignores it. His focus is on the witch's pleasure for now. Berserker trails bites and kisses down his throat and along his collarbones while his free hand gently claws his skin. It's an assault on Flat's senses; as overwhelming as he can be in a fight, it's mirrored in the way he has sex. Holding back is rarely an option. ]
[ flat gasps in surprise as berserker wraps a calloused hand around his own cock with such suddenness. the fact that it is followed by both teeth and claws makes it feel like an onslaught of different stimuli, each one doing an excellent job in sending sparks down flat's spine; reducing his thoughts to mere static.
very unlike his usual loudness, flat is actually a rather quiet person in bed. his moans are soft, followed by breathless gasps as he moves his hips to the rhythm of cu's strokes, head tilted to the side for the other to have more room. his skin feels like it's on fire in every place that berserker touches, and it feels good, no, better than good. ]
[ Flat being more reserved doesn't really bother him (surprise him, yes) -- his nonverbal reactions speak enough for him. Berserker is extremely observant in everything, so every little hitch in his breathing, every rock of his hips, any response at all to his touch and kiss gets cataloged. Learning what his partners like and dislike is a process, one he's come to actually enjoy (a rarity for certain).
For now, he settles for straddling Flat's leg, his own hard cock pressing against it. His lips, tongue, and teeth create a trail of sensation down the witch's torso as he makes his way lower, sliding back on the bed to make himself more comfortable. The hand on his cock never ceases its steady pumping. He stops just short of Flat's cock and looks up at him, a silent request for permission to continue. ]
[ the constant wave of stimuli is what flat needs to keep his mind focussed on one thing. as cu progresses down, flat feels a warmth, a tightness in his lower belly that only seems to increase. to have someone taking care of him this way is a first time like no other, and his body is reacting accordingly.
and then berserker stops.
flat’s legs are shaking at this point, his hands having moved from berserker to gripping the sheets until his knuckles were white. his cock too, is achingly hard, precum dripping lazily from it. it takes a moment of frustration for flat to realize why cu had gone that far down and why he keeps looking at him like that. well. ]
Take whatever you want, Cu. [ flat mumbles softly in french, . even if cu can’t understand it, he hopes that the half smirk and nod are enough to tell him. ]
[ He doesn't understand the words, but the nod is enough. Settled comfortably in between Flat's legs, Berserker moves his head closer to his cock. His breath is hot and damp against the sensitive skin. He lingers there with his open mouth tantalizingly close to the head of Flat's cock for a few moments, teasing him. His tongue snakes out of his mouth and flattens against the underside of the witch's arousal, slowly dragging up to the head.
He takes the tip into his mouth, mindful of his sharp teeth, and slowly starts to bob his head. His hand works whatever isn't in his mouth as his tongue swirls around the head. For someone so capable of great brutality, Berserker is surprisingly careful, almost gentle when it comes to intimate matters. A killer oddly fascinated with the soft and intimate. ]
[ that moment of teasing feels like an eternity to flat, whose already sensitive enough to feel his arousal twitch with expectation. he’s impatient and he knows it, but it all fades away when cu presses his tongue against it. ]
Aah... Cu....
[ flat moans softly as the tongue makes its way up, increasing in volume as cu decides to take him in his mouth. there’s no opening to question or be amazed by cu’s gentleness, as flat quickly finds himself giving into it anyways. it’s strange how well the dragon is at making him unravel like this, in a way that makes him feel incredibly vulnerable and exposed—but safe as well.
his hips stutter to meet cu’s movements, the tightness in his abdomen increasing as he’s pushed closer to the edge. ]
[ Part of him wants to pull away and force Flat to hold out a little longer. A larger part of him wants to feel him come in his mouth, to taste his seed. Berserker is relentless in his motions, never giving Flat a chance to relax nor really give him a chance to say anything. Berserker wouldn't put it past him to say something ... questionable to completely spoil this. Overwhelming him to prevent that is his course of action.
He takes in more of his length with each bob of his head, eventually bottoming out and swallowing him up to the hilt. Holding there, he swallows around Flat's cock as he looks up at him. His eyes are still strangely cold, yet hazy with desire. It's very strange. ]
[ cu’s got the right idea, as flat is definitely more than capable of ruining the moment like an art form. not that he means to, though—it’s just the way he is.
so it’s best to keep him distracted, his body trembling with arousal as cu keeps going further and further down. flat can feel himself reaching the edge, barely able to keep his voice down as berserker goes down all the way. ]
I—aah—Cu—!
[ with a quiet cry of cu’s name flat comes, his back arching slightly as he releases into the dragon’s mouth, his body trembling slightly as he rides out his orgasm. ]
[ He swallows the hot mess eagerly before pulling away with a wet pop. Anything that dribbles out after he releases Flat's cock gets lapped up greedily. After a moment, he sits up. In this position, it's impossible to deny how worked up he is. His cock is fully hard, precome drooling from the tip.
Of course, he will never outright ask for anything without being goaded. Self-denial is something of an art for Berserker. A hand rests on Flat's stomach, fingers gently stroking the soft skin. ]
[ the high of the orgasm doesn’t last that long. flat is quick to recover himself after a few gasps, his body loosening as he feels cu’s hand settle gently on his stomach. he doesn’t move yet, but his eyes are no longer glazed with the desire he had felt minutes ago.
he laughs softly when asked, settling his gaze on berserker. ]
I am, I am! That was incredible. But... what about you? Are you just going to stay like that?
[ It's not a lie -- he can handle it himself. How hard he is right now is more of a nuisance than anything. Berserker won't refuse if Flat insists, of course. ]
[ flat doesn’t really get it. he doesn’t get why cu would deny himself that when he was right there, but he figures that to each their own.
he sits up, looking up at berserker as he thinks. ]
Well, I’m not asking because I feel like I need to—I don’t need to do anything, really. I could just walk out if I wanted. But I want to know what you want, Cú—I’ll follow along!
[ That reaction doesn't surprise him in the slightest. He's not about to outright ask for Flat to do anything for him. ]
You're free to go then, if that's what you want to do. What I want...doesn't matter right now.
[ Old habits die hard. It's so difficult for him to admit that he has wants of his own. Diarmuid would be upset with him acting like this if he knew about it; backsliding into bad habits is too easy. ]
This was for your benefit and to strengthen our Bond.
[ despite flat’s earlier comment, he does not leave when given the all-clear. instead he laughs at what cu says, raising an eyebrow as he continues to look at him. ]
If a bond is between two beings, then both sides matter equally! I came here because you wanted me to and I wanted to follow you to see what would happen. And now we are here.
[ with cu being a stubborn, self denying idiot, and flat either being or acting the part of an idiot.
his eyes narrow slightly, his gaze becoming unusually sharp and his smile something closer to a smirk. ]
[ Ugh. Why did Flat have to word it like that? Berserker grits his teeth and looks away with a grunt. There he sits in silence for some time, as though he's unable to speak at all. A strange feeling of turmoil and discomfort is passed through their Bond, something he doesn't bother to hide. It doesn't pass as quickly as his other emotions and lingers, even after he manages to speak. ]
[ flat hums playfully as he feels those emotions through their bond, perhaps taking a little bit of enjoyment in it. it's that straightforward animosity that really gets flat riling, and there's an urge to push the dragon's buttons even further.
he moves closer to cu, his smile gentle as he places a hand on the other man's inner thigh, fingers gently kneading the skin as they trail closer to his arousal...but never quite reaching it. ]
I wonder if people would consider you a masochist...I mean there's something that you clearly want, but you're not telling me. Unless...unless you don't know it yourself? Now that's what I call self-denial!
[ Flat's hand is so close, so teasingly close that is only frustrates him further. His cock throbs which says far more than Berserker ever will. He sits in silence for a bit longer as he struggles with his inability to ask for anything. It's difficult to reconcile that he has wants and needs of his own now. ]
... I'm not supposed to want anything for myself. I was used to fulfill the desires of others. What I wanted never mattered. [ What a downer. The dragon breathes a sigh through his nose and keeps his eyes averted. ] So it's difficult for me to ask what I want.
[ He lets his red eyes settle back on Flat, the discomfort passing through their Bond only growing more intense. ]
[ flat’s gaze never seems to leave berserker’s as he speaks, paying close attention. it’s a common enough story, to the point that he doesn’t seem to feel even a little bad for him. the child of a magus family was always to be created for the sake of advancing that family’s wish, the wish of every magus—to reach the root.
he knows of enough children who had their childhoods robbed because of this, tortured endlessly by the desires of their own family, never allowed to have opinions on their own future.
flat himself was a stranger to that feeling. his parents loathed him to the point of murder, but in turn all the unrealistic expectations placed on his shoulders were taken away. he was free, perhaps too much so. it is why he molds his expectations to those that the professor has set on himself, in an attempt to keep him as grounded as possible. ]
You have to be selfish, Cu. Even if we’re all materials meant to be used to reach the next step, doesn’t that mean that we should live our lives to the fullest? [ he giggles, and cu may feel a strange emptiness in his bond, like a deep abyss. flat finally moves his hand, stroking the berserker’s arousal slowly, thumb rubbing against the head. ] It’s alright to ask for what you want.
[ It's not as though he wanted sympathy from Flat for that story -- it was simply an explanation and nothing more. Because of that, his lack of an emotional reaction to it doesn't bother him.
Selfishness is a concept mostly unknown to him; in a way, how broken is emotional state is is a result of a selfish need to survive. It would require him to be able to conceptualize wanting anything in a healthy way. Being able to be selfish is a long way off. Even being able to accept it's okay to have wants is out of his grasp for now. It's part of a recovery process.
Berserker isn't given time to think about it, though, and he's grateful for that. A shuddering breath passes through his parted lips as Flat moves his hand. Maybe it's because he denied himself for so long tonight that it feels so good; whatever the reason is, the touch is enough for him to buck his hips into it. ]
My life...was only for others to benefit from. [ Live life to the fullest... Cú Chulainn, the true Cú Chulainn, lived like a candle burning at both ends. A shooting star in the night sky: shining bright for only a moment. Berserker can never recapture that lost time -- he lived longer than he should have. ] It shouldn't be different now...
[ flat laughs, taking some enjoyment in the way that berserker reacts. his own drive is rather low, so one round is more than enough for him, but seeing cu slowly come undone has some merit in it for him as well.
his strokes remain slow for a few more moments, before they pick up a little bit of speed. meanwhile, he continues talking. ]
Think about it. You're no longer a Servant, you have a lover, and even a new identity. You're pretty much free from everyone and everything except in your own mind.
[ It's really, really difficult for him to focus on the conversation at hand when he's being pleasured like this. Berserker rolls his hips with the rhythm Flat sets, accompanied by quiet, needy sounds. ]
Do you...do you know how difficult it is...to let go of that? [ His cock throbs in the witch's grip as a dribble of pre-come leaks from the tip. ] I'm trying...
[ it's endlessly difficult to go against one's own nature, like going uphill a mountain with nothing keeping you from falling back to the cold hard ground. he understands what it's like to go against the flow--even though it'd be so much easier to simply be the abnormality that everyone knows he is. instead he fights, always trying to overcome that breach between himself and humanity.
not that he needs to make cu privy of that yet. it'll come in its own time, and flat doesn't consider his issues nearly as important as his bonded's. he leans against him to press kisses against his jaw and down his neck, sometimes scraping the skin with his teeth, though never enough to draw blood. as he does so, he continues stroking the dragon's arousal, quickening the pace. ]
But you can do it. [ he pushes himself up to kiss him, to take in those needy sounds--berserker will practically feel him grin against his lips. ] I'll catch you.
[ Fuck, now it's impossible to focus on the conversation. Flat's words reach his ears, but he gives no response that they registered at all. He tilts his head up with a breathy sigh to give the witch better access. It's still easy to overwhelm him and make him shut down with something as simple as a handjob.
He returns the kiss with a bit too much force, attempting to force his tongue into Flat's mouth to deepen the kiss. It won't be much longer now with how worked up he is and how eagerly he bucks his hips up into the witch's hand. Once he gives into himself, it's almost impressive how quickly he comes undone. Making up for lost time, perhaps... ]
[ the force of the kiss doesn't seem to bother flat in the least, who wordlessly lets himself be taken by cu, his own tongue intertwining with his. there's something so lovely about being able to see cu like this, so overwhelmed and vulnerable, that he wishes he could enjoy it for longer.
but there's something equally enjoyable about actually pushing him past the edge, so he continues the pace that cu sets, almost as if guiding him through his orgasm. ]
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the way that his claws drags down also makes him shiver—how weird it feels to willingly lose control of your own body like this. though he’s not that much of a stranger to sex, it had never been like this. those had been quick and thoughtless—this one felt like the complete opposite. it interests flat greatly. cu is gentle and rough at the same time, and flat yearns to see how far he can push this. how much can he give and what will berserker do with all of him?
being eaten in the literal sense isn’t something he had planned, or would like very much—the painful death of it more than the blood. but...because it’s berserker, he wouldn’t mind being torn up just a little, if that were to be the other’s will.
which is why he looks straight into cu’s eyes, a small smile on his face as he reaches down to help him take off his underwear, leaving him bare and hard and under the mercy of someone that could easily rip his spine out. flat trusts him as much as he would his own servant—as much as he trusts waver. ]
Don’t hold back—I won’t break.
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Without any pretense or warning, he grasps Flat's arousal and starts to stroke him. His own cock throbs with need, but he ignores it. His focus is on the witch's pleasure for now. Berserker trails bites and kisses down his throat and along his collarbones while his free hand gently claws his skin. It's an assault on Flat's senses; as overwhelming as he can be in a fight, it's mirrored in the way he has sex. Holding back is rarely an option. ]
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[ flat gasps in surprise as berserker wraps a calloused hand around his own cock with such suddenness. the fact that it is followed by both teeth and claws makes it feel like an onslaught of different stimuli, each one doing an excellent job in sending sparks down flat's spine; reducing his thoughts to mere static.
very unlike his usual loudness, flat is actually a rather quiet person in bed. his moans are soft, followed by breathless gasps as he moves his hips to the rhythm of cu's strokes, head tilted to the side for the other to have more room. his skin feels like it's on fire in every place that berserker touches, and it feels good, no, better than good. ]
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For now, he settles for straddling Flat's leg, his own hard cock pressing against it. His lips, tongue, and teeth create a trail of sensation down the witch's torso as he makes his way lower, sliding back on the bed to make himself more comfortable. The hand on his cock never ceases its steady pumping. He stops just short of Flat's cock and looks up at him, a silent request for permission to continue. ]
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and then berserker stops.
flat’s legs are shaking at this point, his hands having moved from berserker to gripping the sheets until his knuckles were white. his cock too, is achingly hard, precum dripping lazily from it. it takes a moment of frustration for flat to realize why cu had gone that far down and why he keeps looking at him like that. well. ]
Take whatever you want, Cu. [ flat mumbles softly in french, . even if cu can’t understand it, he hopes that the half smirk and nod are enough to tell him. ]
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He takes the tip into his mouth, mindful of his sharp teeth, and slowly starts to bob his head. His hand works whatever isn't in his mouth as his tongue swirls around the head. For someone so capable of great brutality, Berserker is surprisingly careful, almost gentle when it comes to intimate matters. A killer oddly fascinated with the soft and intimate. ]
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Aah... Cu....
[ flat moans softly as the tongue makes its way up, increasing in volume as cu decides to take him in his mouth. there’s no opening to question or be amazed by cu’s gentleness, as flat quickly finds himself giving into it anyways. it’s strange how well the dragon is at making him unravel like this, in a way that makes him feel incredibly vulnerable and exposed—but safe as well.
his hips stutter to meet cu’s movements, the tightness in his abdomen increasing as he’s pushed closer to the edge. ]
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He takes in more of his length with each bob of his head, eventually bottoming out and swallowing him up to the hilt. Holding there, he swallows around Flat's cock as he looks up at him. His eyes are still strangely cold, yet hazy with desire. It's very strange. ]
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so it’s best to keep him distracted, his body trembling with arousal as cu keeps going further and further down. flat can feel himself reaching the edge, barely able to keep his voice down as berserker goes down all the way. ]
I—aah—Cu—!
[ with a quiet cry of cu’s name flat comes, his back arching slightly as he releases into the dragon’s mouth, his body trembling slightly as he rides out his orgasm. ]
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Of course, he will never outright ask for anything without being goaded. Self-denial is something of an art for Berserker. A hand rests on Flat's stomach, fingers gently stroking the soft skin. ]
Are you satisfied?
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he laughs softly when asked, settling his gaze on berserker. ]
I am, I am! That was incredible. But... what about you? Are you just going to stay like that?
[ he may be an idiot, but he’s not stupid. ]
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[ It's not a lie -- he can handle it himself. How hard he is right now is more of a nuisance than anything. Berserker won't refuse if Flat insists, of course. ]
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[ flat doesn’t really get it. he doesn’t get why cu would deny himself that when he was right there, but he figures that to each their own.
he sits up, looking up at berserker as he thinks. ]
Well, I’m not asking because I feel like I need to—I don’t need to do anything, really. I could just walk out if I wanted. But I want to know what you want, Cú—I’ll follow along!
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You're free to go then, if that's what you want to do. What I want...doesn't matter right now.
[ Old habits die hard. It's so difficult for him to admit that he has wants of his own. Diarmuid would be upset with him acting like this if he knew about it; backsliding into bad habits is too easy. ]
This was for your benefit and to strengthen our Bond.
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[ despite flat’s earlier comment, he does not leave when given the all-clear. instead he laughs at what cu says, raising an eyebrow as he continues to look at him. ]
If a bond is between two beings, then both sides matter equally! I came here because you wanted me to and I wanted to follow you to see what would happen. And now we are here.
[ with cu being a stubborn, self denying idiot, and flat either being or acting the part of an idiot.
his eyes narrow slightly, his gaze becoming unusually sharp and his smile something closer to a smirk. ]
Tell me what you want, Cu. It’s alright to ask.
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... Whatever you wish to do is enough for me.
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[ flat hums playfully as he feels those emotions through their bond, perhaps taking a little bit of enjoyment in it. it's that straightforward animosity that really gets flat riling, and there's an urge to push the dragon's buttons even further.
he moves closer to cu, his smile gentle as he places a hand on the other man's inner thigh, fingers gently kneading the skin as they trail closer to his arousal...but never quite reaching it. ]
I wonder if people would consider you a masochist...I mean there's something that you clearly want, but you're not telling me. Unless...unless you don't know it yourself? Now that's what I call self-denial!
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... I'm not supposed to want anything for myself. I was used to fulfill the desires of others. What I wanted never mattered. [ What a downer. The dragon breathes a sigh through his nose and keeps his eyes averted. ] So it's difficult for me to ask what I want.
[ He lets his red eyes settle back on Flat, the discomfort passing through their Bond only growing more intense. ]
Just...touch me.
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he knows of enough children who had their childhoods robbed because of this, tortured endlessly by the desires of their own family, never allowed to have opinions on their own future.
flat himself was a stranger to that feeling. his parents loathed him to the point of murder, but in turn all the unrealistic expectations placed on his shoulders were taken away. he was free, perhaps too much so. it is why he molds his expectations to those that the professor has set on himself, in an attempt to keep him as grounded as possible. ]
You have to be selfish, Cu. Even if we’re all materials meant to be used to reach the next step, doesn’t that mean that we should live our lives to the fullest? [ he giggles, and cu may feel a strange emptiness in his bond, like a deep abyss. flat finally moves his hand, stroking the berserker’s arousal slowly, thumb rubbing against the head. ] It’s alright to ask for what you want.
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Selfishness is a concept mostly unknown to him; in a way, how broken is emotional state is is a result of a selfish need to survive. It would require him to be able to conceptualize wanting anything in a healthy way. Being able to be selfish is a long way off. Even being able to accept it's okay to have wants is out of his grasp for now. It's part of a recovery process.
Berserker isn't given time to think about it, though, and he's grateful for that. A shuddering breath passes through his parted lips as Flat moves his hand. Maybe it's because he denied himself for so long tonight that it feels so good; whatever the reason is, the touch is enough for him to buck his hips into it. ]
My life...was only for others to benefit from. [ Live life to the fullest... Cú Chulainn, the true Cú Chulainn, lived like a candle burning at both ends. A shooting star in the night sky: shining bright for only a moment. Berserker can never recapture that lost time -- he lived longer than he should have. ] It shouldn't be different now...
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[ flat laughs, taking some enjoyment in the way that berserker reacts. his own drive is rather low, so one round is more than enough for him, but seeing cu slowly come undone has some merit in it for him as well.
his strokes remain slow for a few more moments, before they pick up a little bit of speed. meanwhile, he continues talking. ]
Think about it. You're no longer a Servant, you have a lover, and even a new identity. You're pretty much free from everyone and everything except in your own mind.
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Do you...do you know how difficult it is...to let go of that? [ His cock throbs in the witch's grip as a dribble of pre-come leaks from the tip. ] I'm trying...
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[ it's endlessly difficult to go against one's own nature, like going uphill a mountain with nothing keeping you from falling back to the cold hard ground. he understands what it's like to go against the flow--even though it'd be so much easier to simply be the abnormality that everyone knows he is. instead he fights, always trying to overcome that breach between himself and humanity.
not that he needs to make cu privy of that yet. it'll come in its own time, and flat doesn't consider his issues nearly as important as his bonded's. he leans against him to press kisses against his jaw and down his neck, sometimes scraping the skin with his teeth, though never enough to draw blood. as he does so, he continues stroking the dragon's arousal, quickening the pace. ]
But you can do it. [ he pushes himself up to kiss him, to take in those needy sounds--berserker will practically feel him grin against his lips. ] I'll catch you.
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He returns the kiss with a bit too much force, attempting to force his tongue into Flat's mouth to deepen the kiss. It won't be much longer now with how worked up he is and how eagerly he bucks his hips up into the witch's hand. Once he gives into himself, it's almost impressive how quickly he comes undone. Making up for lost time, perhaps... ]
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but there's something equally enjoyable about actually pushing him past the edge, so he continues the pace that cu sets, almost as if guiding him through his orgasm. ]
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