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[stirtheblood]

You can try texting Vicious if you want.

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[stirtheblood]

[Even with superhuman durability Vicious's nipples are starting to feel a little overstimulated, but that kind of makes it better, shifting the sensation to something more intense. Vicious's chest rises and falls as his breath starts to come more quickly, and he keeps grinding against Ingo in rhythmic motions.]

Well—hah—hopefully ya'll do more than just think about it.

[derailer]

[He would have let up on the nipples by now, were it not for Vicious including it specifically as part of his description. As it is he's going to keep touching them until he's told to stop.]

Your clothes are going to be a mess if you succeed, you know...

[This does not stop him from biting down with an encouraging moan again.]

[stirtheblood]

Aah... mm...

[Vicious is not complaining. He shivers again.]

What, you're worried 'bout that now? ...Heh. Nah.

[Vicious hums and lets his head fall to the side.]

Bet ya like that idea too, huh...? So improper~ But I'll do it. Mm, I'll mess myself up 'cause of you... just like this.

[Talking was not in the description but the talking is also helping.]

[derailer]

[The talking affects Ingo too, and given that he's also still in his pants, maybe he should be more worried that this will happen to him first, before it happens to Vicious. He shudders, finally diverting one hand to pressing down on Vicious's lower back. There's a little growl before he pulls his teeth away again.]

I... I like that you're so impatient for me. You have to come soon, so that you can still enjoy swallowing me down, all right? Please mess yourself up soon...

[stirtheblood]

[Vicious leans in and lets out a growly moan in response, rough and uneven.]

Yeah. M'gonna. You're gonna make me feel so good I come, and then while I'm still buzzin' from that you're gonna fuck my mouth. Can feel how hard your dick is like this... I wanna feel it down my throat.

[The grinding of Vicious's hips takes on a more urgent quality.]

[derailer]

Yes, yes, yes—

[The urgency is contagious, and Ingo skips any reasoned response for now so he can bite down hard on Vicious's throat, groaning in encouragement. The hand on his nipple, too, pinches hard enough to be painful, even beyond regular overstimulation.]

[stirtheblood]

Aah!

[The spike of pain is enough to push Vicious over the edge, and his cry is loud by Ingo's ear. His grip digs into Ingo's side and the motion of his hips stutters a few more times before locking in place pressed against Ingo, straining for more contact than he can get with the fabric between them even as his dick pulses and creates a warm wet mess in his pants.]

[derailer]

Nnnnn...

[He didn't expect it to be so immediately effective. The sense of power makes him shiver.

He reaches down to free himself from his own pants before he even stops biting down.]

[stirtheblood]

[Ingo's teeth in his neck are a radiating warm feeling of pleasure in the glow of Vicious's orgasm. He doesn't move immediately, panting heavily as the aftershocks run through him.]

[derailer]

Mmmmm.

[Finally, he carefully loosens his jaw, pulling his teeth out and licking them clean. He sticks his hand down Vicious's pants, assessing the damage.]

I'm glad... Did you enjoy it as you expected?

[stirtheblood]

[The first of Ingo's bites are mostly healed already, but some of the fang punctures linger on Vicious's neck for now, and his skin is flushed pink.

His pants... are a mess. Vicious doesn't wear underwear, so there's nothing to contain it except how tight his pants are. Which admittedly is pretty tight, especially since his dick is still hard. But the whole front of his crotch is sticky with come, and some of it drips down further as Ingo's hand creates some space.

Vicious comes back to himself somewhat, with a blink.]

...Ha... 'course I did.

[derailer]

[It's still a little weird how perpetually Vicious can stay hard. Not bad. But it's something Ingo has to adjust to all over again since yesterday.

He gropes with his hand while it's down there, and then pulls it out, cleaning his hand by smearing it over Vicious's chest, and only after that licking clean the residual traces.]

When you are ready, would you please get on your knees for me?

[stirtheblood]

Mmmm.

[Vicious watches Ingo with hooded eyes, then shifts back enough to lean back and run his own hands leisurely through the streaks of come, down his chest and stomach, over his tattoo.]

...Please when I'm ready, huh...? You sound pretty patient.

[He's being obnoxious]

[derailer]

Would you prefer for it to be an order? Or did you want me to beg for it?

[sounding like he would do either one tbh]

[stirtheblood]

I just want ya to tell me how much ya want it.

[derailer]

...I want it very much. I would not tell you to do it in the first place if I were not looking forward to it eagerly. And I want it even more, when you are the one who suggested it.

[stirtheblood]

Heh. You sure do put it in your kinda way.

[affectionate]

Well. I do wanna do it pretty bad myself.

[Vicious slithers down off Ingo's lap and onto his knees, sticking close and getting a good close look at Ingo's crotch, now that he can]

[derailer]

What kind of way...

[He's embarrassed mostly because he legitimately can't tell what is meant by that.

He pushes his pants down further off his hips, so that he can spread his legs and be more accommodating.]

[stirtheblood]

"I'm looking forward to it eagerly~"

[In a cheerful singsong voice, as he settles forward between Ingo's legs and leans in to kiss the head of his cock lightly.]

[derailer]

[flushing in even deeper embarrassment]

I am!! ...Mmmmm!

[He grabs on to Vicious's hair as he moves in.]

I—I liked it a lot, yesterday!

[stirtheblood]

I know.

[Vicious cups Ingo's shaft with a hand and tilts his head to place another kiss.]

It's just fun to hear ya say it like it's an event ya put down in your day planner when your dick's rock hard and you were warnin' me to hurry up and get off just a minute ago.

[derailer]

Hah! Well, it is also amusing to hear you reference the existence of a day planner. I want to know who taught you the concept, but you do have a point. That given the circumstances, that is not the kind of conversation I want to put my attention to...

[He pets his hair, fond and encouraging.]

[stirtheblood]

Or my mouth to, huh? Maybe later.

[This time Vicious uses his tongue, licking at Ingo's slit.]

[derailer]

Mmm... Or that, yes. You are making good use of it now! Though you could be using even more—!

[stirtheblood]

More, huh? How much more ya thinkin'? Ya want me to take a little bit at a time? Or swallow you down right now 'til I can feel ya fillin' up my throat?

[Vicious presses his lips to Ingo's tip again, humming thoughtfully, and running a hand over Ingo's bare hip and thigh.]

I know what I wanna do right now.