[ The only two thoughts in Crais' head between the hand in his hair and the way Felix is sinking down onto his cock are 'oh fuck yes' and making sure he does not tighten either hand any further than they already are.
If he did something really dangerous in here, Cyram would teleport in just to kick his ass into next year, and that is especially true of anything evenly loosely classed under breath play.
He'd deserve it.
His hips arch up and push deeper into the heat and friction with a soft snarl that pulls his lips back away from his teeth.
He keeps his hand around Felix's throat but loosens it just a little. Enough for Felix to breathe, but not so much that he can't dig his thumbnail into that spot on Felix's throat that the pulse is closest to the skin. Not so close he can't feel the swallow.
It's intoxicating in a way. Arousing, erotic, and... a kind of emotional and mental release for him to just fuck.]
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If he did something really dangerous in here, Cyram would teleport in just to kick his ass into next year, and that is especially true of anything evenly loosely classed under breath play.
He'd deserve it.
His hips arch up and push deeper into the heat and friction with a soft snarl that pulls his lips back away from his teeth.
He keeps his hand around Felix's throat but loosens it just a little. Enough for Felix to breathe, but not so much that he can't dig his thumbnail into that spot on Felix's throat that the pulse is closest to the skin. Not so close he can't feel the swallow.
It's intoxicating in a way. Arousing, erotic, and... a kind of emotional and mental release for him to just fuck.]