@sentuarie continued from here
Felipe wasn’t just eager to prove that he wasn’t weak—he was eager in general. Not dignifying the man with a vocal answer, he slowly crawled towards him on all fours. The other was right, his body wasn’t used to being fucked all night long, and he was a mess. But here he was, nuzzling at his cock until he started lapping at his balls. Felipe took the man’s hand and placed it on the back of his head, and then dragged his tongue along the hardening mast, looking up into the man’s eyes. He didn’t need to answer.
An appreciative hum escaped his lips, one that turned into another moan. Rictor’s hand found purchase in Felipe’s hair, tugging on it roughly to pull him back before smouldering the other’s face with his hard member. “That eager to prove yourself huh kid? Ya want ya reward that badly?” He was immensely glad that Felipe had responded to his taunt, trying to — and doing a damned good job of proving that he was indeed ready for more with such alacrity. Even after fucking multiple loads into the other sorcerer, Rictor himself didn’t show much signs of slowing down — magic clearly was helping his refractory period, that and because he’d chosen to fuck with time before.
