[The longer this goes on, the more Elliot's brain dials into full-blown horny whining territory. He is desperate. He is canting his hips back just to drive Sesa's fingers that much deeper, face squashed up into the pillows, moaning absolutely pathetically into them. One hand still holds his tailfeathers aside for Sesa, and he's collapsed down onto his forearm otherwise for balance.
Suddenly being fingered is agony, patience-wise. The impatient chirps coming from his throat, muffled into that pillow, are only half of it. Between that and the hip-rocking and the mantra of Sesa's name and the amount of precum dripping between his thighs and onto the bed...
It's not like Elliot to curse or otherwise be demanding in bed; he's normally pretty slow and calm, wanting to explore and stick his fingers into Sesa's sheath and spend his time gently teasing. But this time? During this?? There's no slow and calm. There's only begging, in sharp words Elliot never uses.]
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Date: 2024-07-16 08:36 pm (UTC)Suddenly being fingered is agony, patience-wise. The impatient chirps coming from his throat, muffled into that pillow, are only half of it. Between that and the hip-rocking and the mantra of Sesa's name and the amount of precum dripping between his thighs and onto the bed...
It's not like Elliot to curse or otherwise be demanding in bed; he's normally pretty slow and calm, wanting to explore and stick his fingers into Sesa's sheath and spend his time gently teasing. But this time? During this?? There's no slow and calm. There's only begging, in sharp words Elliot never uses.]
Sesa, Sesa... fuck me, breed me...