- the Director against the window towards the balcony, humming as he starts gliding against his ass with his thick cock.
"I'm gonna breed you until you'll even forget your name."
Varka straightened his tongue, keeping it pointing forward, allowing it to be ridden out by the older man while his mouth still moves around the puckered rim to make out with it.
He continues in such position for a little longer until he stands back up, the Grandmaster pinning-
Pierro would let out some loud moans & groans, once Varka started going deeper, eagerly rimming that hairy sweaty musky ass, while his puckered hole twitches onto his tongue.
“𝖮𝗈𝗈𝗎𝖿𝗁~! 𝖦𝗈𝖽, 𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉~”
Soon, his hips began to move, riding onto Varka’s wet tongue.
Varka soon goes for the killing blow. Smirking, he then turns around once more, doing the same movement only this time, the materia slides right up between his heavy ass cheeks, showing them off to the boy, looking at him over his shoulder, curious to see his reaction.
panting like some mutt and rubbing his bulge desperately, precum now streaming out, creating a stain in his underwear.
" i'm so - close, fuck .. "
the combination of sight and teasing is driving him insane. any more, and he'll most definitely shoot a load while still clothed!
"Gonna cum for me then, boy? Gonna show your Grandmaster how you soil your underwear?"
He smirks, standing straight towards Kinich, his fingers hooking into the elastic band of his briefs as he drags them upwards, all to showcase his bulge even better, thighs muscles hardened.
" h - haah .. "
usually, kinich would've had at least SOMETHING to say about that teasing, but the lust heavily outweighed any form of rational thought.
" yes, sir . "
he obediently kelp stroking to the sight, unwilling to even think about looking away.
"Squirting for me, how cute." he teases, leaving his pants around his thighs as he turns towards the side, showcasing just how much the front and the back of the underwear were both push outwards.
"Keep stroking your bulge for me." he instructs in a deep voice.
a shot of precum shooting out, as kinich tries to keep himself together. the grandmaster is DEFINITELY the hottest guy he's ever seen - let alone gotten a private show from.
not to mention those assets .. the hunter thought he was big, but damn. it's clear he's outclassed.
Ears start ringing, the pleasure flowing through his veins only heightened by the orgasm and squeeze of the Duke himself, leaning into his body, his frame, connecting them deeply as he lets Wriothesley pour all of his delicious juices right inside his stomach.
His knees do-
── the position of his grip and held it to his tummy, right where a hypothetical womb was supposed to be. Oh how he wished to impregnate him.
If any Archon could grant his wish, he'd owe them his life!
Not long after, thick ropes of sticky spunk painted inside the walls.
- eventually give in, landing on them as he tries to catch his breath, hand reaching the close the balcony once more as to offer them a private setting, turning towards the other with a low chuckle, laying on the floor.
"Remind me to tease you the moment I want my beloved man-
His sword does still retain a fragment of the great Boreas's soul within it, so there is a great posibility that his human form can suffer...feral changes.
"I am to be yours, fuck, I promise it to my people. The Duke of Meropide is to have me. Wriothesley-" He barely manages to find the ability to continue his words due to the constant assault on his ass.
But he doesn't falter, form staying curled back, kissing at the side of the-
── You're mine forever, right? Yell it! Yell it to all your beloved people that you're mine."
He'd whisper in between kisses, hoping to see his grandmaster claim him publicly.
- other's neck, moaning into it as he slams his own thick ass back against that cock and that's the moment he loses it. He cannot hold it back any longer.
Thick ropes of cum explode in front of him, neglected cock reaching orgasm untouched, marking the rails of the balcony-
- cock right against the exposed hole and taint, sliding it across to sleaze it up in his own spit and the other's own liquids, looking straight into his eyes before he aim his tip and he starts pushing it inside, breaching the warmth of the man.
"You're playing with fire, dear Pantalone. Don't be surprised when I indeed, act upon your deepest desires." he groans, watching and feeling as if the other taunts him to slip out of that control, and by all means, he has no problem in doing so.
Thus, he pushes Pantalone back-
- onto the bed, laid down as Varka know stands on his knees between his legs, surging them up in the air wide, curling them right above the man's head to stretch him into a position where Varka can clearly access the Harbinger's hole, spitting on it before slapping his fat-
He felt feral, thus, his hands are now holding the Harbinger's thick ass, parting it so that his tongue can lap directly at his entrance, enamoured by the neediness and direct plea from the other.
Varka's head was spinning again, the view of the man of top of him proving to be even sexier as he hums out in thought for a moment.
"You don't strike me as the common whore though. Neither am I nor do I wish to be. But you are something else. Special." he hums, moment before-
- he uses his strength, the one that years of training have blessed him with to yank Pantalone upwards onto his frame. But no, he doesn't stop at his chest. He has the man straddle his face, Varka's mouth immediately greeting the new area with a kiss followed by a deep lick.
Each slap, weather it's by the man's engorged cock or by his firm hand, has Varka see stars, his ass still leaned towards the brutal punishment of his words but the scars which are etched into his skin burn in a way only he would get.
Hearing the other's words though, Varka-
── and again, and 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.
The claps of his pelvics spanking the ass filled the city, bringing a crowd to bare witness their beloved hero get pounded by his secret lover.
- shakes his head. "No, I want the attention to only be on you." he moans out, suddenly straightening his back, curling himself halfway towards Wriothesley as he brings him flush against him, still united in the middle.
Then, he offers any curious people a kiss they will not-