— his head for a bit, ❝ If each universe is a variation of our own, then they probably have their own versions of Sirius, meaning the one here wouldn’t need to worry about them. ❞
Tapping the side of his chin. He’s learning a lot about the canid today.
❝ You can be . . chosen for that sort of thing? I had no idea! I wonder if it’s the same as me being “chosen” to channel the power of the constellations . . ❞
That question about Sirius lingered in —
There was a moment where his tone slipped into sorrow, but it quickly regained itself.
“I wonder if Sirius did the same… or if he could only worry about the people in his own world…”
— you’re receiving . . ? ❞
Putting forth all of his strength into ramming his fingers deep into the other’s hole, a cheeky smile on his face.
❝ Let yourself go, I know you’re internally begging to release . . ❞
That threat sounded . . nice?
Being paid back tenfold via pleasure . .
The image of fucking the ass he was fingering flashed into his head, causing his own shaft to throb at the thought.
❝ What, you like the sound of my voice?
You yearn to be reaffirmed in the pleasure —
There we go . .
Each time he pressed up against the other’s prostate, Saturn would ensure that he was putting forth as much speed and effort into his strokes.
He’s never been one to be so . . dominant, considering his personality, but hearing the hearty moan of a man —
Guess he really needs to press /every/ button, doesn’t he?
If he was tall enough, then he’d be able to stimulate those fat pecs of his, but he has a better idea.
Using his free hand, he’d grip the dick of the ogre, stroking it at the same speed as his fingering.
—
Seeing such a larger guy shiver and shake like this was definitely a pleasant sight.
Slipping another finger in, using his thumb to press into his muscular cheek. Then, he upped his speed.
Opening an eye and looking at his craft, a smile would form on his face.
—
C’mon . .
It’s just him and Saturn . .
In public, he can be as rough and tough as he wants to be, but when it’s just them? He can let loose!
Pushing those digits deeper, rubbing against the water type’s prostate.
— delicate hands of the snake.
❝ H—Hahh . .
My . . My stars . . ❞
It was difficult to get a single, coherent sentence out. Any effort simply caused a moan to escape his maw.
Saturn could feel his senses being stimulated to the max, every button being pushed at the right time.
His breath became heavy, losing himself to the pleasure being pressed onto his body.
Each stroke and tug earned a rope of pre, creating a mess on both his shaft and the —