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[crimeson]

[Randy kisses him with enthusiasm, squirming around the tip of his cock as he throws his arms around Lotor's shoulders.]

[alienation]

[ There is probably some sort of Galran word for "oh no, adorable" that literally translates into "slice the head off" that is used affectionately rather than murderously. The Galra are just like this. He's also probably thinking it now.

That (un)said, he's taking this enthusiasm as encouragement to continue pressing deeper into him. ]

[crimeson]

[congratulations on your adorable rehabilitated murder dog.

that is apparently the correct interpretation, because randy is whining needily into his mouth, and there's a soft thumping noise as-- IS HIS TAIL WAGGING WHILE LOTOR IS STICKING HIS DICK IN HIM?]

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[ ............................

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...are you in pain...?

[ JUST... JUST MAKING SURE. ]

[crimeson]

No! Nope! Do not stop!

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[ Oh. This is an animalistic behaviour of pleasure, isn't it. He gets it now. ]

If you're certain.

[ He knows now, he's just being. A horrible goblin man. ]

[crimeson]

[actually growls a little now

and gently kicks his ass]

Get in me.

i thought i hit send on this. i hate me.

[alienation]

[ Because he's such a good boy, Lotor starts lightly stroking his cock again. VERY WELL. AS YOU WISH, PUPPY.

And begins pressing forwards again, only stopping when he's fully inside, then—exhaling. ]

god when that happens

[crimeson]

[moans openly, arching as he's filled, as he's stroked, and--

that is not a standard shape.]

Fuuuuck, y'feel good...

this one was just because i sucked for four days.

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[ He's pulling back just enough to give him an experimental thrust, watching his face. ]

I'm glad you approve.

[ It's like, the barest hint of a joke. ]

<3

[crimeson]

[gasps, bracing his hands against the table]

Strongly approving-!

[alienation]

You'll have to tell me what you prefer.

[ The slower thrust from before, or—the sharp thrust of right now. ]

[crimeson]

Oh- fuck, fuck me like that--

[sure he'll tell you, gasping and shuddering around him.]

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[ A short laugh, and then he's right in his ear, whispering— ]

Good boy.

[ —at him again. ]

[crimeson]

[an utterly animal whine, and he's clawing at Lotor's back, needy and wild.]

Please, pleaseplease--

[alienation]

[ What an adorably unmade man. But now that he's established what he likes (everything, apparently, but especially this) he can set a proper rhythm, angling his hips to thrust into him again and again—

—his hand around his cock does stop moving though, and his grip tightens. ]

[crimeson]

[oh fuck that's a lot. he squirms, like he's trying to break free of that hand and only that hand. the fucking is so good but he can't come, and that hurts, and--]

T, teasin' me?!

[alienation]

You've been begging quite nicely, but it's only made me want to hear more of it.

[ Poor Randy. ]

[crimeson]

[oh no that's so cute though?!?!?

he grins, tightening around him on purpose.]

But- then I just wanna be difficult?

[alienation]

There's little issue in seeing who can begin behaving first, is there?

[ Punctuated with another slow movement inside of him. ]