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It’s only when he’s covered in warmth instead of ripped apart does breath rush fast from his lungs. It’s a relief feeling Venom give in, letting him take and take and take.
He’s coated in it, in the too hot feeling of Venom’s slimy tongue slathering down his throat, curling along his rapid pulse. It should be disgusting, it should make his stomach twist in revulsion. But here he is, leaning into that tongue almost panting, hips arching up with a strangled noise.
A moan rips free, shaking and breathless, when claws give him that sticky sweet high. “ — fuck,” he’s shaking already, crimson pearling up across pale skin. Robbie is half-drunk on the feeling of heat licking and sliding across his body, the sting of claws. It’s how easily Venom handles him, as if he’s paper-thin.
Robbie’s wondered how it might’ve gone, how Venom fucked when he wasn’t lost in gluttonous hunger. It’s fitting, feeling Mac’s cock against his thigh, close, maddeningly close, but not where he needed, not where he wanted.
“Jesus, you’re a tease,” he’s murmuring into Venom’s throat with a whine, panting as teeth sink in, body yielding and quivering. It’s an odd sensation, feeling heat snaking up his body while holding him tightly in place.
It’s laughable how quickly he’s falling apart, how hard his cock is against his abdomen as he’s bent in half on the couch. But everything Venom is doing, each little touch, is what he’s been starved for.
