[Romance's frustration with him is far more fun than it should be, rather enjoying how he blusters and complains and hisses--but doesn't end up kicking him out. No, the reward seems worth the journey, Abby relenting and allowing him to slide down just enough for the full head of his cock to press inside.
His own abdomen flexes, attempting to keep a handle on his composure, even as Romance squirms and flexes around him, seeking it more, faster. A breath catches in his throat, claws dimpling dangerously into the violet skin under them, stopping just short of damage.
Abby is visibly struggling with his own game, pupils fat as he gazes at the frustrated flush to Romance's cheeks, knowing he was likely to falter before much longer.]
How else will I know what you want? [He asks with a smirk, fangs catching the light.]
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His own abdomen flexes, attempting to keep a handle on his composure, even as Romance squirms and flexes around him, seeking it more, faster. A breath catches in his throat, claws dimpling dangerously into the violet skin under them, stopping just short of damage.
Abby is visibly struggling with his own game, pupils fat as he gazes at the frustrated flush to Romance's cheeks, knowing he was likely to falter before much longer.]
How else will I know what you want? [He asks with a smirk, fangs catching the light.]