Nn...nnnnn. Aren't you both...wolves in sheep's clothing?
[Aren't they all, in this dangerous place? Douman, shameless, shifts their hips against the roughness of those thrusts below. But its not enough, really not enough, and Douman hisses, impatient.]
[He bites down harder as he tosses the shirt off somewhere else. Who cares about that now?
Now, he'll move so he's behind Douman, It's a quick thing to get the condom on and he's sliding right in. Who's he to deny his demanding roommate right now?.]
[!!!! Sedition!!! He was doing all this prepwork and Omi's just swooping in like that... How dare he.]
I don't know why you'd say that. I'm not the one devouring everything up like a wild animal... [Omi!!!! Anyway even as he says that, he's also getting a condom on and moving into position. Of course, it's a lot harder to get in when there's... already someone in the garage, so to speak. So once again he's lapsing into Man Struggling With Stuff That Looked A Lot Easier In Videos.]
[Is the question they manage to ask when suddenly, Omi moves in, quick - Douman barely has time to let out a short moan of surprise before Fukuda starts to move in, as well.]
[The priest's body shakes with renewed desperate fervor. The pain of being stretched not by one, but two is a sensation they crave - Douman groans, arms lacing around Fukuda's shoulders to pull him in as they attempt to let themselves adjust to the stretch and the pain of both at once. Looking at their face, panting, its clearly nothing but depraved.]
Come on. M-move. Move...sate your desires....on me.
[Well, he likes being pulled close. There's a languidness to Fukuda in situations like these, as if his body is melting into the contact and attention, as if he'd want nothing more that to just press himself against warm skin and stay there.
He startles gently when Omi moves, because the sensation is so strange. It's so tight, so close, but he can't help but move instinctively to capture more of that feeling. Though, being so close to Douman's face...]
Does it hurt? Did you bite off more than you could chew? [Is it concern? Hard to say, since he's still moving.]
[Of course it hurts. This is definitely a lot to take in, literally and metaphorically. Douman's whole body feels like its on fire, the blossoming of pain below from being filled past their limits is nothing short of divine. As if to distract themselves, the priest moves to kiss Fukuda, teeth biting down on the lower lip.]
[At the question, they let out a low growl, lips drawn back in a semblance of a snarl.]
Omi...Fukuda...this is...everything. Nnn...nnnn. Fill me both, why don't you. Ahaha.
[I hate that horny clown icon is "Tartaglia." Crystal you uploaded these after the game started you knew Childe was here.
Anyway, Fukuda isn't saying more. Between the kiss and the demands, he's either very focused or very distracted depending on your perspective on things. He doesn't have Omi's smoothness, or either of their stamina, so he's just trying to keep moving at a reasonable pace, fingers digging into Douman's shoulders just as a steadying point.
He really is a man who is entirely out of his depth in a situation he spoke into existence, and he's groaning softly, muffled against Douman's neck.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
[Aren't they all, in this dangerous place? Douman, shameless, shifts their hips against the roughness of those thrusts below. But its not enough, really not enough, and Douman hisses, impatient.]
More. More, give me...more...
no subject
[He bites down harder as he tosses the shirt off somewhere else. Who cares about that now?
Now, he'll move so he's behind Douman, It's a quick thing to get the condom on and he's sliding right in. Who's he to deny his demanding roommate right now?.]
no subject
I don't know why you'd say that. I'm not the one devouring everything up like a wild animal...
[Omi!!!! Anyway even as he says that, he's also getting a condom on and moving into position. Of course, it's a lot harder to get in when there's... already someone in the garage, so to speak. So once again he's lapsing into Man Struggling With Stuff That Looked A Lot Easier In Videos.]
no subject
[Is the question they manage to ask when suddenly, Omi moves in, quick - Douman barely has time to let out a short moan of surprise before Fukuda starts to move in, as well.]
[The priest's body shakes with renewed desperate fervor. The pain of being stretched not by one, but two is a sensation they crave - Douman groans, arms lacing around Fukuda's shoulders to pull him in as they attempt to let themselves adjust to the stretch and the pain of both at once. Looking at their face, panting, its clearly nothing but depraved.]
Come on. M-move. Move...sate your desires....on me.
no subject
Omi buries his face in Douman's shoulder, biting down on his neck as he starts moving his hips at the demand.]
no subject
He startles gently when Omi moves, because the sensation is so strange. It's so tight, so close, but he can't help but move instinctively to capture more of that feeling. Though, being so close to Douman's face...]
Does it hurt? Did you bite off more than you could chew?
[Is it concern? Hard to say, since he's still moving.]
no subject
[At the question, they let out a low growl, lips drawn back in a semblance of a snarl.]
Omi...Fukuda...this is...everything. Nnn...nnnn. Fill me both, why don't you. Ahaha.
no subject
[Spoken like a promise, fingers clenching into their hips as he increases his own pace. More, faster, fill- he can do that for them and he will.
Is this more than they can take? Omi doesn't think so.]
no subject
Anyway, Fukuda isn't saying more. Between the kiss and the demands, he's either very focused or very distracted depending on your perspective on things. He doesn't have Omi's smoothness, or either of their stamina, so he's just trying to keep moving at a reasonable pace, fingers digging into Douman's shoulders just as a steadying point.
He really is a man who is entirely out of his depth in a situation he spoke into existence, and he's groaning softly, muffled against Douman's neck.]