( it feels like both the end and beginning of something terrible. like an omen looming overhead, unspeakable misfortune waiting to strike. felix tightens his fist around his cock and mercilessly works him through his twitching orgasm, slicking him down in cum and oil. he exhales into their kiss, and maybe this is the secret, making it quiet. maybe it's a trade-off. maybe he has to take the noise himself for it to be bearable for ephemera.
i told you, he could say. he doesn't. he rolls his forehead against ephemera's then tilts back in his lap, drawing his hand away from his softening cock. cum streaks his wrist, parallel to the scar that extends from his palm, and felix flattens his tongue against it, licks it clean all the way to the tip of his index finger. watches ephemera through all of it, sharp-eyed as a cat.
he's still hard. painfully. but felix isn't so far gone not to realize that this is where shit usually turns south.
i guess i win, he thinks numbly, and thoughtlessly leans in to kiss ephemera again, pushing the taste of cum and blood and oil into his mouth. )
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i told you, he could say. he doesn't. he rolls his forehead against ephemera's then tilts back in his lap, drawing his hand away from his softening cock. cum streaks his wrist, parallel to the scar that extends from his palm, and felix flattens his tongue against it, licks it clean all the way to the tip of his index finger. watches ephemera through all of it, sharp-eyed as a cat.
he's still hard. painfully. but felix isn't so far gone not to realize that this is where shit usually turns south.
i guess i win, he thinks numbly, and thoughtlessly leans in to kiss ephemera again, pushing the taste of cum and blood and oil into his mouth. )