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[He really should complain, even deny him a little bit… but Floyd’s far too impatient and concedes with a bat of his eyelashes and a soft,]

Pretty pleaaase~?

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[He gives a chuckle, clearly pleased.]

Good boy.

[And he takes him in once more, then works his way down the shaft— and at an impressive speed, too.

Before going too deep, he makes sure to relax his throat and take a deep breath... then pushes all the way, letting Floyd slide in and rest, nestled snugly there.

He even swallows around his cock, letting the muscles briefly tighten around him.]

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[Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck–

And he’s calling him a “good boy.” Give a guy a break, Riddle. How Floyd doesn’t ruin the moment a second time is anyone’s guess… but he comes damn close, having to hiss and dig his nails into the blankets so tightly they just might rip apart at the seams.

He’s never quiet during sex. Doesn’t matter the position or what’s being done; Floyd moans out loud all the same, occasionally tapering them off with a light, overwhelmed giggle.]

Ah– A–Aha… You’re–ngh–super tight~

[Thighs trembling, Floyd feels delirious as he focuses his attention on Riddle’s full cheeks and reddened face. Might as well return the favor.]

Haah~ That’s a good boy. You feel so good… I could watch you play with it all night~

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[Riddle rather enjoys the noises, so no complaints on that front. As Floyd talks to him, he gives a soft hum in response, then slowly pulls back, takes another deep breath...

And pushes forward again, cock entering his throat once more. He's getting pretty wound up, himself, a soft moan escaping when he pulls out again, then forward. By taking the breaths between deep-throating Floyd, he establishes a consistent pattern of in and out...

He's definitely putting Floyd's self-control to the test.]

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[Upon hearing that moan, Floyd situates himself long enough to try and see if he can spot just how riled up Riddle is. Unfortunately the position leaves far too much to the imagination, but… he thinks he can handle it.

For how long though…?

Biting his lip, Floyd watches with rapt attention as Riddle’s plush lips work on his cock, effortlessly guiding inch after throbbing inch down his throat. It’s been a while since he’s had someone do this, come to think of it. In the heat of the moment, foreplay is so rarely on Floyd’s mind, after all. It’s easier to grab, shove, and wrestle his way through the paces and forget all the details by morning.

But Riddle’s taking his time. He’s careful but intentional, steady yet intense. Before long, Floyd feels himself spurting precum all over the back of Riddle’s tongue and his confidence beginning to wane. Not yet! He doesn’t want to finish like that again…!]

N-ngh–! Not so–!

[Much? Fast? Slow? He isn’t too overwhelmed, but Floyd slaps a hand over his face anyway, fingers struggling to cover his lips and his eyes in a pathetic attempt to control his most primal urges to lunge, release, squeeze?–]

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[He can definitely tell Floyd is getting close. So he continues the deliberate movements, back and forth for awhile longer, shifting his weight so he can bring up a hand to massage Floyd's balls.

He starts to suck more with each pull out, putting more pressure over the veins and ridges of Floyd's dick with his tongue.

Finally, after a few more deep breaths...

He pushes all the way forward and swallows, lips, tongue and muscles all generously flexing around Floyd's cock.]

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[He doesn’t know if he should curse or thank Riddle for continuing. On the one hand, the sooner he finishes, the sooner he can get Riddle off, but on the other, he stubbornly wants to hold out and prove he can last.

Floyd, unfortunately, is losing that battle.

He squirms as he’s groped, arches and fights so damn hard not to sink his teeth into his hand all over again. In the end his efforts amount to little. With a groan, Floyd falls back onto the bed and tears a hole in the sheets when he finally cums, shooting thick ribbons straight down Riddle’s throat. Even after his first release, there’s still an impressive amount left to give.]

Fuck…! R– Mngh!

[It’s muffled but there, mingled in with desperate gasps for air and incomplete attempts to properly cry out Riddle’s name.]

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[Riddle continues to swallow around and massage Floyd through his orgasm, patiently holding his breath as long as he can manage before he finally pulls out, a thin trail of cum escaping between his lips and the tip.

It's already a small miracle that Floyd hasn't passed out yet, isn't it? Well... Riddle doesn't mind even if he does. He gets up and shifts to lay beside him while they both catch their breaths, even if he's very much hard right now.]

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[Great Seven Above, spare him.

Floyd's on the verge of blacking out as he drops his arm over his eyes and lays in post-orgasm paralysis. Shit. Fuck. Dammit. He can't pass out right now. There's more to see and do!

He stubbornly throws his arm to the side then forces himself to sit up. Wobbling, Floyd turns to Riddle and tries to plop a hand on his groin... only for it to miss completely and uselessly pat the bed.]

We're not done. Nuh-- Nuh-uh...

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[Riddle raises his eyebrows as Floyd struggles to retain consciousness, and a small chuckle comes out as his hand blindly gasps the sheets.]

Silly man. Here.

[He reaches for his shoulder to pull Floyd back down. He'll find his face getting kissed if he complies.]

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Huh?

[As wobbly as he is, Floyd goes down with ease and ends up with his face smooshed right up against Riddle's lips. Oh. That's nice. He gets a kiss. But it's not like he's done anything yet!]

I know you're here! You're being silly...

[Now let him do this! Though his thighs shake and his knees still threaten to give out, Floyd props himself up on top of Riddle, shoves his hand down, and wraps his fingers around his arousal with a triumphant,]

Got you!

[At least he's... gentle about it?]

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[That response earns a small laugh from Riddle.]

I know you know I'm here.

[But he won't stop Floyd again, seeing him so determined.

There's a small jolt of his body when Floyd wraps his hand around that sensitive part, and it earns another little laugh from Riddle.]

You did. Now what will you do?

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Uh...

[He has to think about it first, ok. He didn't think he'd actually get it this time around. But now that he does have it, all Floyd can do for the first few seconds is just... squeeze...

Eventually though, he tips his head down and with a nudge of his forehead he coaxes Riddle into a kiss, both because that could help loosen him up a little more... and because, well, he wants to taste himself. It isn't self-centered; it's just... curious.]

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[Poor Floyd. Trying so hard through the fogginess of his post-orgasm exhaustion. Bless him.

There's a soft hum, though, when Floyd takes him into a kiss, Riddle's mouth pliant if he decides to deepen it. His hand comes up and runs through the turquoise locks, nails scraping lightly over his scalp.]

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[And deepen it he does, tipping his head to give himself ample room to explore. The bite of nails on his scalp give him pause though, not because he dislikes it, but because he has to keep himself from nipping at Riddle’s lips in retaliation.

Instead, Floyd takes to his neck, kissing and sucking while the hand still wrapped around Riddle’s cock finally starts up a rhythm. It’s steady but firm, fingers squeezing around the tip with each jerk.]

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[There's a soft gasp as Floyd shifts to his neck and starts up that rhythm, and he moans softly, letting his head fall to the side and exposing more of his neck to the merman.

Gently, his hips move with that rhythm, small waves of pleasure coursing through his body.]

Mmn... Floyd...

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[Those moans are the only reason he decides not to occupy Riddle’s lips. He sounds too precious, too perfect to cover up.

His hand moves faster while he sucks, and right now Floyd has every intention of leaving behind a mark or two. A low growl reverberates in his chest and soon he’s tightening his grip around the crown of Riddle’s cock, giving him something to fuck up into with those grinding hips.]

You’re so cute~

[he purrs, teeth scraping against Riddle’s neck.]

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[It's all incredible and wonderful... right up until it isn't.

A sharp pang of anxiety mixed with disgust startles him enough to have him giving a gasp and jolt, body briefly tensing. His hands immediately come to Floyd's shoulders, nails biting a bit into the skin.

Slow breaths out, Riddle...]

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[By now he’s used to the bouts of anxiety whenever they do this, so as soon as Floyd picks up on that jolt in Riddle’s heartbeat, he slows his hand to a stop and steadies his kissing, carefully peppering them along his jaw and cheek instead.]

Too fast?