( He would have to be out of his mind not to want this, repress himself to the point where he's unable to feel anything at all. The human side of Javert desires him with every fiber of his being, body opening to him even more, Khoriya's cock sliding a bit more easily with each thrust. Still perhaps a bit too large, but not too much for Javert to encourage him to stop. God— he cries as that shaft plunges in all the way to the hilt, bringing their bodies flush and warming him a little.
He wants to be bred, to feel this creature find his completion inside of him. Perhaps then maybe his madness will subside, allow him to come back to himself. He expects nothing but ferociousness and pain, an carnal desire to mate and trap his prey beneath him. He doesn't expect such tenderness, the paw on Javert's hand and tongue against his wounds. He whines, feeling his face burn bright with an unexplained warmth, respect or some other such emotion he cannot quite name.
Not that he's able to think too much at all, overwhelmed as he is. His hips rock back just a little, arcing his body up into Khoriya's own. )
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He wants to be bred, to feel this creature find his completion inside of him. Perhaps then maybe his madness will subside, allow him to come back to himself. He expects nothing but ferociousness and pain, an carnal desire to mate and trap his prey beneath him. He doesn't expect such tenderness, the paw on Javert's hand and tongue against his wounds. He whines, feeling his face burn bright with an unexplained warmth, respect or some other such emotion he cannot quite name.
Not that he's able to think too much at all, overwhelmed as he is. His hips rock back just a little, arcing his body up into Khoriya's own. )