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Luke ([personal profile] commensalist) wrote in [personal profile] lieabilities 2025-04-27 01:35 pm (UTC)

[don't you dare, Kleken—]

Right...

[The other man maneuvers him with ease enough, following the warmth of it in spite of himself. It's more and more difficult to care about consoling himself for his poor choices—about anything beyond the searing heat permeating every inch of his skin and the tentacles that slip about his waist to maneuver him onto the table.

Truthfully, it all happens faster than he expected, too. No real attempt at squirming gets him anywhere but pressed back against the table, and his breath feels thin and uneven when the conman is quite confidently leaning over him. The tips of tentacles slipping beneath clothes only serve to rile him up, surely accidentally of course.

His leg doesn't have much in the way of it, at least—Luke had really only intended to undo his pants so they could get somewhere a little faster, so the press of a leg between his pulls a groan from the mercenary's lips, the textured swell of his cock plain.]


You—ggh. We'll... discuss it later. When I know what will be comparable. Don't... tease me. I feel... dizzy...

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