[There it is. Eskel doesn't break rhythm, using James' own seed to slick his touch for both their sakes. He holds to the other man's neck in a bite the whole way through. There's something feral about it, like claiming him, though it's not hard enough to mark at the moment. The scent of cum and pheromones races through his blood alongside the aphrodisiac. Eskel moans, even though he's not the one coming. It's almost a growl.]
[At James' request, the witcher leans back to look at him again. He can see James is determined to help finish him despite the afterglow.] Keep goin' lil longer...all I need...
[Even with his stamina, Eskel's not too far off. The pheromones in the air are wearing him down, and he almost forgot the difference that having a slick touch can make thanks to James' cum. He kisses James again, still stroking, still rubbing, not bothering to hide the way his groans get louder as he approaches. It takes him another minute, but soon enough Eskel pulls away from the kiss just in time to lock eyes with James before climaxing. His hand catches his mess as well, albeit trembling now. Hard breathing and moans rumble through his broad chest.]
[The good news is, their clothes are spared thanks to superhuman reflexes. They've still, however, made a bit of a mess of themselves. Oops. He smirks wryly at his partner, finding words despite the haze in his mind.]
aaaaaah one more one more!!
[At James' request, the witcher leans back to look at him again. He can see James is determined to help finish him despite the afterglow.] Keep goin' lil longer...all I need...
[Even with his stamina, Eskel's not too far off. The pheromones in the air are wearing him down, and he almost forgot the difference that having a slick touch can make thanks to James' cum. He kisses James again, still stroking, still rubbing, not bothering to hide the way his groans get louder as he approaches. It takes him another minute, but soon enough Eskel pulls away from the kiss just in time to lock eyes with James before climaxing. His hand catches his mess as well, albeit trembling now. Hard breathing and moans rumble through his broad chest.]
[The good news is, their clothes are spared thanks to superhuman reflexes. They've still, however, made a bit of a mess of themselves. Oops. He smirks wryly at his partner, finding words despite the haze in his mind.]
Mm...by the way, name's Eskel.