he came, but— he hadn’t–? when the world stopped spinning and fingers assimilated that he was still holding (or touching) something beyond what felt like a cloud he’d been fully wedged into he blinks, blinks again and heaves, feeling the wetness (not his biggest load but something) down her navel and closer to his palm. he dabs at it, with his thumb-pad. it was hot, clear and smelled sweet— only pre-com, even though more than what had always been usual but he was jittery. shaking. still on an edge that made touching virtually a blow away from another tip off. ]
I— [ his scales are profusely red, almost pinkish hue. was this a performance issue? it didn’t feel like a performance issue and he wasn’t nervous enough to finish now, but kaede’s question makes him doubt himself for .5 seconds. ] I don’t . . . Think so, just, [ he swallows thickly and— tries to stroke himself, with the slight mess of fluids from their arousal and that that needs to wait. he’ll go harder. ] Just don’t— touch me yet.
[ in fear of actually going for good, but hey . . . experiments on the tail are open to tries. he never said where, even if he meant his dick. ]
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he came, but— he hadn’t–? when the world stopped spinning and fingers assimilated that he was still holding (or touching) something beyond what felt like a cloud he’d been fully wedged into he blinks, blinks again and heaves, feeling the wetness (not his biggest load but something) down her navel and closer to his palm. he dabs at it, with his thumb-pad. it was hot, clear and smelled sweet— only pre-com, even though more than what had always been usual but he was jittery. shaking. still on an edge that made touching virtually a blow away from another tip off. ]
I— [ his scales are profusely red, almost pinkish hue. was this a performance issue? it didn’t feel like a performance issue and he wasn’t nervous enough to finish now, but kaede’s question makes him doubt himself for .5 seconds. ] I don’t . . . Think so, just, [ he swallows thickly and— tries to stroke himself, with the slight mess of fluids from their arousal and that that needs to wait. he’ll go harder. ] Just don’t— touch me yet.
[ in fear of actually going for good, but hey . . . experiments on the tail are open to tries. he never said where, even if he meant his dick. ]