He who talks too much. (Kankri & Kurloz)
Oh he loved those moans. They sent a small shiver through him each time, too which he was encouraged to keep rubbing against his horn. Though Kankri was getting to him now, groaning at him pulling on his hair and the scratches, his back arching forward. “Motherfuck.” He moaned, pressing his lips back against the mutantbloods, licking his lower lip before nipping gently at it. He wanted to be careful in that area but couldn’t help himself.
Kurloz didn’t rightly care how big Kankri’s bulge was, seeing it was enough to thrill him. He slid his fingers up the length, tempted to wrap his hand around it, but having a much better idea he shifted to let his bulge free from his towel. It eagerly wrapped around Kankri’s, Kurloz moaning in the process as it moved against the other. “Kankri.” His breathed out the others name, moving his lips from his as his breathing had gotten much heavier.
He slid his hand on the others hip to reach behind him, pressing them both close and teasing Kankri’s nook with his fingers, easily sliding with how wet he was.
Kankri's hips moved to try and get more friction as fingers slid down his length, head tilted up slightly as he moaned. That position quickly turned to his back arched, head thrown back, and the only thing keeping him steady the hand on his hip. He moaned rather loudly as Kurloz's large bulge curled around his own, all the friction he wanted. His whines of pleasure were steadying up until a hand came from around and behind, teasing at his nook.
"K-Kurloz!" he moaned, his head going to rest in the crook of the other's neck. He bit into his flesh, not too hard, not to draw blood. Just for the sensitivity and to try and muffle his noises of pleasure. His hips bucked, trying to get more movement between the squirming bulges, as well as rub up against his fingers.
