[ Those sounds truly are like music to his ears; they send a pleasant chill down his spine. He's come to enjoy making Diarmuid come undone, to let go of some of his pride and give into himself. He tugs the witch's pants off further, enough to free his leg and make it easier for the inevitable. Shifting beneath him, his cock comes to rest in between his cheeks.
Breathing hard, Berserker looks up at his lover and cups his cheek with his free hand. His expression can only be described as adoration, a rarity for anyone to see. ]
Anything you ask.
[ Another breathless kiss and his hand drops away. Something, anything to make this easier...He turns away to drool into his hand (not exactly the most romantic thing in the world) and slicks his own arousal with it.
He angles his hips and starts to press into him, biting his lip for a moment. ]
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Breathing hard, Berserker looks up at his lover and cups his cheek with his free hand. His expression can only be described as adoration, a rarity for anyone to see. ]
Anything you ask.
[ Another breathless kiss and his hand drops away. Something, anything to make this easier...He turns away to drool into his hand (not exactly the most romantic thing in the world) and slicks his own arousal with it.
He angles his hips and starts to press into him, biting his lip for a moment. ]
Go on, take it...