[ Danny bites him and John groans for it, chin tipping up willingly like he's daring those kitten teeth to tear his throat out. It's not like anything he'll do there will stick.
Each thrust is a violent sweetness, and his initial careful rocking is jostled into something harder and then he picks up the pace, obscene wet rhythmic noises underscoring both their pleasured grunts, the slap of bloodied skin. John angles his hips so the thick weight of Danny's cock is sliding up his inner thigh to brush alongside his balls, rides it down on the outstroke, wanting to feel his cum all over his thighs and ass again. ]
Yeah, come for me, I want it.
[ A heady murmur, pressing himself deep and rubbing there against the little bundle of nerves, barely a thrust, just a steady bump of pressure. These slick and virginal entrails that are his now, just like all of Danny's pathetic fragile flesh body is his, anointed with tears and blood and semen.
John is keeping certain logistics at the back of his mind, which is why without warning he pops his cock back out of that tight hole made just for him, fists his blood-slick cock, and paints streaks over Danny's cum-gutters, shuddering through the brief mindless euphoria of orgasm. It's going to be difficult enough to get all this blood back inside where it belongs without the additional headache of filtering his genetic material out of Danny's guts. ]
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Each thrust is a violent sweetness, and his initial careful rocking is jostled into something harder and then he picks up the pace, obscene wet rhythmic noises underscoring both their pleasured grunts, the slap of bloodied skin. John angles his hips so the thick weight of Danny's cock is sliding up his inner thigh to brush alongside his balls, rides it down on the outstroke, wanting to feel his cum all over his thighs and ass again. ]
Yeah, come for me, I want it.
[ A heady murmur, pressing himself deep and rubbing there against the little bundle of nerves, barely a thrust, just a steady bump of pressure. These slick and virginal entrails that are his now, just like all of Danny's pathetic fragile flesh body is his, anointed with tears and blood and semen.
John is keeping certain logistics at the back of his mind, which is why without warning he pops his cock back out of that tight hole made just for him, fists his blood-slick cock, and paints streaks over Danny's cum-gutters, shuddering through the brief mindless euphoria of orgasm. It's going to be difficult enough to get all this blood back inside where it belongs without the additional headache of filtering his genetic material out of Danny's guts. ]