[ No, no he won't, not when his body is squeezing around that knot every time it enters him as if it refuses to let go. When Alastor forces him to feel externally what he can feel internally, a whispered curse falls from his lips. His free hand slides around the other, grasping at the breath of his back and holding tight. With every thrust, Alastor's knot puts pressure against that spot inside of him, sending electric sparks through him. Some giddy, delirious thought creeps in, realizing he might just come without ever even being touched. ]
Give me everything. [ As he drags his claws across skin, mouth finding his earlier bite and lap across it to taste that coppery crimson on his tongue. ]
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Give me everything. [ As he drags his claws across skin, mouth finding his earlier bite and lap across it to taste that coppery crimson on his tongue. ]