#android!art asks tomorrow and misc asks and leon blurb on sideblog

[jesuistrestriste]

art donaldson getting so lost in how being inside you feels that he begins to lick at your shoulder and slobber all over it like he’s a hungry puppy. whimpering into your neck and grabbing you wherever he can reach, his thrusts turning jagged and stuttered as he climbs to the edge. he tries to warn you—to tell you that he’s about to finish again, that he’s unable to muster enough discipline to slide out this time—but his words come out incoherent. a mess of slurred syllables broken up by wet hiccups and painfully distorted mewls. his blues start to roll back like waves of ocean salt as he is plunged into an orgasm he can’t stop; one hand in the sheets, one under your back, tongue lolled out and thighs shaking hard enough to vibrate the mattress.

“g’na—fffuu—ungh, com’n—g’na cmngh—aangh-!”