[It's harder and harder to think as Childe teases his hole relentlessly, his breath catching anytime he even ghosts close to his prostate. By the time he's nearly found words again, the Snezhnayan's plunging fingers shift to fuck him in earnest, cum squelching and bubbling and dripping around them.]
This is why I was going to--
[all at once, he's reduced to a writhing, moaning mess. One hand squeezes over his dick until it aches while the other rams into his prostate with unrelenting roughness. It just makes his body wrench harder, of course, pulling his orgasm along only to stop it at the very moment his balls tighten and his hole squeezes down hard on those fingers.]
Chi-- Childe- this isn't-
[His breath catches again as his body jolts in another failed attempt, his weight shifting to try and escape the stimulation. Just for a second, and then he can calm down, and-- and there's not enough space, of course. Every failed orgasm pushes more cum out of his hole, squelching and splattering into the water past his hand.
It takes most of his thought to reach one trembling hand to his diminishing belly, pressing down again to force more out of its swollen confines. Surely, he'll stop when it's done, right? It's desperation, borne of the ever-increasing pressure in his core as he brought to the edge of orgasm and stopped cold, again and again. He's mumbling throughout it, but none of it comes out in a language the harbinger can understand. Its pleading tone, on the other hand...]
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[It's harder and harder to think as Childe teases his hole relentlessly, his breath catching anytime he even ghosts close to his prostate. By the time he's nearly found words again, the Snezhnayan's plunging fingers shift to fuck him in earnest, cum squelching and bubbling and dripping around them.]
This is why I was going to--
[all at once, he's reduced to a writhing, moaning mess. One hand squeezes over his dick until it aches while the other rams into his prostate with unrelenting roughness. It just makes his body wrench harder, of course, pulling his orgasm along only to stop it at the very moment his balls tighten and his hole squeezes down hard on those fingers.]
Chi-- Childe- this isn't-
[His breath catches again as his body jolts in another failed attempt, his weight shifting to try and escape the stimulation. Just for a second, and then he can calm down, and-- and there's not enough space, of course. Every failed orgasm pushes more cum out of his hole, squelching and splattering into the water past his hand.
It takes most of his thought to reach one trembling hand to his diminishing belly, pressing down again to force more out of its swollen confines. Surely, he'll stop when it's done, right? It's desperation, borne of the ever-increasing pressure in his core as he brought to the edge of orgasm and stopped cold, again and again. He's mumbling throughout it, but none of it comes out in a language the harbinger can understand. Its pleading tone, on the other hand...]