[The slap to his thigh makes his legs jolt, bucking Nehan all the more into him in the process. The grip of his hand loosens up and moves as quick as he can. The command does even more for him, his ears flickering because Ives just plain likes following orders. He buckles under that temptation, glad he's sitting and Nehan's on top of him. Slouching forward, he presses his forehead to the top of Nehan's hair, between those fluffy ears of his. He bites down on his lip and there's even something like a small smile there, relief washing through Ives as he hits his climax.
His cock pumps against the other man's, spraying largely into his own hand. An orgasm that lasts, given how damn tense and pent up Ives was. He moans deep and rumbling in the back of his throat, breath held beyond that]
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His cock pumps against the other man's, spraying largely into his own hand. An orgasm that lasts, given how damn tense and pent up Ives was. He moans deep and rumbling in the back of his throat, breath held beyond that]