He can feel her focus, and while typically he would feel threatened or fearful with that much attention being paid to him (he does not handle feeling as if he is prey easily, having had too much experience with it) he does not in this case, as there is an underlying current of something greater (safety) that settles his nerves.
"A lucky soul, I am." He whispers. "However I found myself in this oasis."
It is not long before he feels himself slipping entirely, and he presses his lips to hers once more, this kiss less intense, but still very deep. (There is a connection, somewhere, that he feels pull from a thread but he still can't understand why it feels that way.) "Kreyu, my dragon."
With his hand over hers, he guides her touch, thrusting his hips involuntarily as he reaches his peak, the knot in his stomach tightening firmly before he relaxes and finds his release, spilling his climax over their hands with a soft whimper of pleasure escaping his throat.
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Date: 2024-03-23 08:37 pm (UTC)"A lucky soul, I am." He whispers. "However I found myself in this oasis."
It is not long before he feels himself slipping entirely, and he presses his lips to hers once more, this kiss less intense, but still very deep. (There is a connection, somewhere, that he feels pull from a thread but he still can't understand why it feels that way.) "Kreyu, my dragon."
With his hand over hers, he guides her touch, thrusting his hips involuntarily as he reaches his peak, the knot in his stomach tightening firmly before he relaxes and finds his release, spilling his climax over their hands with a soft whimper of pleasure escaping his throat.