Though his right hand stays at those thick tendons, Carlisle's left arm wraps its way around Glacius' neck as the alien pumps him harder, clinging to his partner for purchase as that pleasurable pressure, so heavy within him, threatens to drag him beneath the waves. He struggles for breath, and even more so for words, which he still tries to push out of him. His mind is far more sluggish than his mouth, unfortunately, and his body has other plans as it reacts on reflex rather than thought.
"What I—" He's almost immediately interrupted by a licentious moan, something he doesn't have the chance to stifle in the least, and its volume makes that obvious. His whole body trembles, hips jerking against Glacius' grasp; that just makes the pressure more unbearable.
He tries again. "I... I... what I need might— ah."
He gasps shortly, another moan rattling through his throat. Looks like he's beyond words at this point, the heavy sweat and the way he grinds his teeth speaking volumes for him.
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Date: 2017-03-30 03:44 am (UTC)"What I—" He's almost immediately interrupted by a licentious moan, something he doesn't have the chance to stifle in the least, and its volume makes that obvious. His whole body trembles, hips jerking against Glacius' grasp; that just makes the pressure more unbearable.
He tries again. "I... I... what I need might— ah."
He gasps shortly, another moan rattling through his throat. Looks like he's beyond words at this point, the heavy sweat and the way he grinds his teeth speaking volumes for him.