( Ah, Adelis looks good like this, he sounds good like this, trying to bite back any sound or suggestion that might express that he likes this. He wonders how much better he'll look when he can hardly speak, when he can hardly manage his bite? These idle fantasies swirl in the drunken casket of his mind as he refuses to relent, just as Adelis refuses to submit to Mishka's games.
The bite he expects, and only curls his lips into a broader grin. Adelis wouldn't be Adelis if he didn't bark and snap and argue— but what does draw sharp breath from him is how Adelis pulls his head, nails sharp against the scalp, and a crisp heat curls in his stomach, leaving his breath just a little warmer.
He supposes he has his answer, hm? Mishka is running up against the limit of Adelis's patience. Good. )
Watch your tongue.
( He says this without irritation, digging his fingers into Adelis's mouth, pressing flat the tongue and high the skull, as he leans in to lick his tongue, his teeth— predatory, affectionate, and hungry. )
I'll eat you whole.
( Adelis already spread wide deeper in, he slides the fingers out until he's spreading the entrance just enough, his hips rolling to shift his cock from beneath him and let it grind against him.
He pulls out a finger so he can better press the tip against his entrance, and gradually into it, and for a moment it seems he promises an easing-in, but, as the last finger slips from Adelis and takes to his waist on either side, he fucks up into him with particular force, and forces Adelis down onto him.
He kissing him deeply, as if to muffle protest, and pushing back as his tongue forces itself into Adelis's mouth and he begins to move him on his cock, and shifting their positions in reverse— Adelis against the bed of the couch, and Mishka fucking him on top. It's rough, callous, and completely overwhelming— and even more relentless is how he's certain to hit Adelis's sweet spot with every lap, quite preoccupied with finding the particular position that might best make him a mess. )
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The bite he expects, and only curls his lips into a broader grin. Adelis wouldn't be Adelis if he didn't bark and snap and argue— but what does draw sharp breath from him is how Adelis pulls his head, nails sharp against the scalp, and a crisp heat curls in his stomach, leaving his breath just a little warmer.
He supposes he has his answer, hm? Mishka is running up against the limit of Adelis's patience. Good. )
Watch your tongue.
( He says this without irritation, digging his fingers into Adelis's mouth, pressing flat the tongue and high the skull, as he leans in to lick his tongue, his teeth— predatory, affectionate, and hungry. )
I'll eat you whole.
( Adelis already spread wide deeper in, he slides the fingers out until he's spreading the entrance just enough, his hips rolling to shift his cock from beneath him and let it grind against him.
He pulls out a finger so he can better press the tip against his entrance, and gradually into it, and for a moment it seems he promises an easing-in, but, as the last finger slips from Adelis and takes to his waist on either side, he fucks up into him with particular force, and forces Adelis down onto him.
He kissing him deeply, as if to muffle protest, and pushing back as his tongue forces itself into Adelis's mouth and he begins to move him on his cock, and shifting their positions in reverse— Adelis against the bed of the couch, and Mishka fucking him on top. It's rough, callous, and completely overwhelming— and even more relentless is how he's certain to hit Adelis's sweet spot with every lap, quite preoccupied with finding the particular position that might best make him a mess. )