Hnh...! A-ah... [Oberon... outright threatens his life- for not the first time- and Mignon's breath hitches in his throat as a shudder runs through his body. He's not sure what kind of shudder it is. Fear, shock, anxiety, arousal... Maybe some very strange mixture of it all. But somehow, he can't help thinking to himself that it's cute.
Was that... Oberon's way of saying that he's feeling good right now, and wants more?
One way or another, Oberon really might just be the death of him.]
...Okay...
[Well, now Mignon is on a mission- which means he definitely can't allow himself to come soon, regardless of how amazing this feels. With that 'threat' in mind, Mignon grunts and grabs each of Oberon's slender legs in hand, lifting and pressing to fold the fae in on himself. Like this, Mignon is able to thrust his hips even harder to crash into that small body beneath him again and again; fucking him with wild abandon.]
You-- ngh, could... stay longer, if you wanted to. [He says this in a lower than usual tone, filled with desire.] -With me.
I'd take care of you like this... haa.. as much as you wanted...
[Is this a bad time to bring that up for discussion? Well, Mignon doesn't care. He's simply too caught up in pleasure; repeatedly driving his thick, long rod of a cock into Oberon's small body without mercy. He's panting hard between words; eyes catching sight of the top of one of the fae's wings. Without thinking, Mignon finds himself leaning forward to catch the top of one of those wings between his teeth and nibble on the unique texture as he tightens his grip on the back of Oberon's legs, pinning them way back, and pounding his insides.]
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Was that... Oberon's way of saying that he's feeling good right now, and wants more?
One way or another, Oberon really might just be the death of him.]
...Okay...
[Well, now Mignon is on a mission- which means he definitely can't allow himself to come soon, regardless of how amazing this feels. With that 'threat' in mind, Mignon grunts and grabs each of Oberon's slender legs in hand, lifting and pressing to fold the fae in on himself. Like this, Mignon is able to thrust his hips even harder to crash into that small body beneath him again and again; fucking him with wild abandon.]
You-- ngh, could... stay longer, if you wanted to. [He says this in a lower than usual tone, filled with desire.] -With me.
I'd take care of you like this... haa.. as much as you wanted...
[Is this a bad time to bring that up for discussion? Well, Mignon doesn't care. He's simply too caught up in pleasure; repeatedly driving his thick, long rod of a cock into Oberon's small body without mercy. He's panting hard between words; eyes catching sight of the top of one of the fae's wings. Without thinking, Mignon finds himself leaning forward to catch the top of one of those wings between his teeth and nibble on the unique texture as he tightens his grip on the back of Oberon's legs, pinning them way back, and pounding his insides.]