[Everything that he was, the tattered remains of himself that still existed and were starting to heal slowly, clung to Steve. His left hand banged hard on the tiles behind his mate's head, cracking them as his tail thrashed back and forth with both passion and frustration.
So much had been stolen from him. Even now, so little of what he had been had been compressed down to this, unable to give Steve what he felt his mate deserved. His voice refused to rise in the playful passionate trilling or huffing breaths as he twisted them together. He had a vague sense that that was what was supposed to happen as they both fought and engaged one another.
Now his hips rocked and roughly slammed down on Steve's as he tried to take his mate deeper, to fill the void left behind from so much being pulled out slowly. It felt good, the motions of Steve's hand gripping him, the power of his tail constricting, and he attempted to roll them, but he hit his back on the side of the tub and snarled in frustration and heightened his passion.
His mouth sought Steve's desperately as his metal arm shifted away, gripped the edge of the tub as he rolled them back to their original positions of him on top of Steve. His hips responded to the probing stroking fingers, shuddering along his body as he thrust and rubbed harder, desperate and needy.]
Hold onto me. Tight and hard, don't let go. Do it.
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So much had been stolen from him. Even now, so little of what he had been had been compressed down to this, unable to give Steve what he felt his mate deserved. His voice refused to rise in the playful passionate trilling or huffing breaths as he twisted them together. He had a vague sense that that was what was supposed to happen as they both fought and engaged one another.
Now his hips rocked and roughly slammed down on Steve's as he tried to take his mate deeper, to fill the void left behind from so much being pulled out slowly. It felt good, the motions of Steve's hand gripping him, the power of his tail constricting, and he attempted to roll them, but he hit his back on the side of the tub and snarled in frustration and heightened his passion.
His mouth sought Steve's desperately as his metal arm shifted away, gripped the edge of the tub as he rolled them back to their original positions of him on top of Steve. His hips responded to the probing stroking fingers, shuddering along his body as he thrust and rubbed harder, desperate and needy.]
Hold onto me. Tight and hard, don't let go. Do it.