@spiritlantern sent: ❛ i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making. ❜
Green locks; vibrant verdant; splayed underneath his head like a holy crown; light skin coloured in vibrant shades of violets and reds; hips decorated with similar bruises from sharp claws that had dug into his supple flesh. Bare of all clothing; his flesh was all presented for the spirit to see and to use.
Ezreal’s voice echoes from every thrust that is slammed into him. He can feel those claws now dig into the supple flesh of his legs as their pushed back for the spirit to his deeper within him; Ezreal’s hands bound above his head by chains; cold against his warm skin and tight enough to keep him from wriggling free. There were several attempts to speak; always seemingly cut off when Thresh managed to hit such a sensitive little spot and cause all critical thinking to leave Ezreal’s mind if only for a moment.
“F—fuck—“ it’s difficult for him to get his words out; skin flushed crimson and heart pounding so hard in his chest that he could feel it wanting to leave it’s confinements. His teeth grit down; he’d let the spirit consume him ( metaphorically—or perhaps it was literal now? He didn’t know. ), but that didn’t mean Thresh was immune to Ezreal’s behaviour.
“I s—said—“ the youth sputters out his words as his body trembles from movement, gritting his teeth down to suppress a whine that managed to escape anyway as his body writhed and arched underneath Thresh’s own, citrine gaze half lidded as he stared up at him; exhaling shakily through his nostrils.
“T—this is nothing—“ Bratty behaviour was not uncommon, even when his body had already submitted to the Spirit; evident by the way Ezreal’s inner sanctum squeezed tightly onto Thresh’s cock; or the way that Ezreal’s face was contorted in pleasure—they both knew he now belonged to Thresh—but Ezreal was still willing to try and keep up with his little game, regardless of how close he was to his second orgasm or however many more were to come. Moans cut through the silence between any words that the smaller tried to sputter out; knowing his resolve was breaking.
“Y…y’can do…haaaah—way better then this, Thresh—“ he taunts him; half lidded gaze glossed over. “S’nothing…I could…fall asleep—nnngh—right h-here—“











