[ Perhaps mercifully, the Hydro tendril stops its ministrations and even starts to pull out of him a little, the sound obscenely wet and stray droplets splattering on the ground along with Shell's spend. To ease the pull of it it thins out, but doesn't dissipate entirely, and anchors itself into Shell with a curling, probing weight against his prostate, as though to constantly remind him of its presence without giving the blond a chance to relax at all.
At the front, Childe takes control of Shell's relatively docile state and threads both hands through his hair, now, sliding around the cradle the back of his head and hold him in place for the series of harsh, insistent thrusts he delivers into Shell's moaning mouth. The steady ooze of pre-cum over the man's tongue is telling, as is the way he throbs inside of him every time his hips stutter and he ends up jamming the tip of his cock against the back of his throat, like he's trying to get to fuck into it.
It only takes a few more thrusts before he actually does, and hopefully Shell doesn't have much of a gag reflex because Childe goes for it again, and again, ensuring the way he's cradling the blond's head keeps him even and steady throughout the rough treatment. He fucks into his mouth like a man possessed, and it's only when the steady, sloppy sounds of Shell swallowing around him devolve into a wet suction that Childe hilts himself in to the root and cums with a low groan and a swear of something distinctly foreign.
His dick twitches with every strand he pumps directly down Shell's throat and his hands hold him firmly in place, ensuring that not a single drop escapes. ]
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At the front, Childe takes control of Shell's relatively docile state and threads both hands through his hair, now, sliding around the cradle the back of his head and hold him in place for the series of harsh, insistent thrusts he delivers into Shell's moaning mouth. The steady ooze of pre-cum over the man's tongue is telling, as is the way he throbs inside of him every time his hips stutter and he ends up jamming the tip of his cock against the back of his throat, like he's trying to get to fuck into it.
It only takes a few more thrusts before he actually does, and hopefully Shell doesn't have much of a gag reflex because Childe goes for it again, and again, ensuring the way he's cradling the blond's head keeps him even and steady throughout the rough treatment. He fucks into his mouth like a man possessed, and it's only when the steady, sloppy sounds of Shell swallowing around him devolve into a wet suction that Childe hilts himself in to the root and cums with a low groan and a swear of something distinctly foreign.
His dick twitches with every strand he pumps directly down Shell's throat and his hands hold him firmly in place, ensuring that not a single drop escapes. ]