[Beautiful? He doesn't feel it right now: he's needy and disheveled and shameless, all for him. But it hardly even matters what Berserker's saying when he speaks in that breathless voice, when the words are trapped between their lips and his hand is in his hair. Claws drag across him and the sensation is so delicate compared to everything else that he breaks out in goosebumps, a shiver running through his otherwise completely pliant body. This time, it's teeth that find his skin- not so delicate but it sets his senses alight regardless- and in that moment, he manages to ease the rest of his cock inside him.
With a soft, trembling gasp, Diarmuid presses his forehead to Berserker's shoulder. Even after their previous encounters, he still needs a few moments to adjust to his size- and it gives him time enough to spoil him. Peppered kisses along his shoulders and neck, hands playing across the sensitive base of his tail, the sweetest words on his lips that he bites back even now.
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With a soft, trembling gasp, Diarmuid presses his forehead to Berserker's shoulder. Even after their previous encounters, he still needs a few moments to adjust to his size- and it gives him time enough to spoil him. Peppered kisses along his shoulders and neck, hands playing across the sensitive base of his tail, the sweetest words on his lips that he bites back even now.
Instead, in between kisses, he says-]
... shall I move?