Notes

"I wonder just how many times I can make you cum before you pass out." A grin spread across the sorcerer's face as the restraint and repression continued to completely melt away. If the scene in front of the mirror was lewd, this was outright filthy with the way Ver was relentlessly pounding into the smaller man intent on fulfilling his desires. Desperation was turning into proper carnal need as Ver gripped the back of Caspar's hair, wanting to lock eyes to see the look of lusty haze filling those aureate eyes and testing just how long the archer could focus until they rolled back in his skull. He wanted it, he wanted to see the man lose it, wanted to see him fucked so brainless and pleased so far beyond his limits all he could say was his name when his tongue wasn't lolling out of his mouth.

"Scream for me-- or is this not hard enough for you?" With ease, Ver lifted the archer's body off the bed by his hips to pull him straight down onto his cock, as if he was using Caspar's body to stroke his cock and get off as rough and as hard as he pleased, as hard as he wanted. And fuck he wanted Caspar even though he was already buried and plugged inside him. "Do you feel how hard you've gotten me? Do you know you were teasing me all day?"

Hips paused fully seated inside of Caspar as a hand gripped the archer's hip hard, keeping him in place and not letting him move. A free hand worked along the archer's cock, its owner aching to see exactly what Caspar would look like glistening with cum along his chest and, given the angle, maybe even on his face. "You should see how you look right now, does my cock make you happy? Are you so thrilled to get the fucking you wanted? Prove it to me. Cum and I'll keep going. I'll give you what you want."