[The feeling of the tentacle slowly pulling out of him is enough to leave him a trembling mess on its own, but for it to end with that heavy pressure against his prostate is almost more than he can handle. Every twitch and tremble of his body reminds him of that weight, still so sensitive following his own orgasm. It's enough that he almost forgets that Childe still hasn't come yet-- but oh, he'll be reminded of that just as quickly.]
[Anyone else might have tapped out when Childe started fucking his mouth with such reckless abandon, but not Shell. The tug to his hair sends his nerves alight, as every sound drawn from his throat comes out louder with each thrust of his hips. It hurts, but exactly in the easy that Shell likes it -- his body being used as if it exists solely for Childe's pleasure right now.]
[His eyes roll back as Childe gets close, and despite having come not too long ago, he comes again himself. Even without the prostate stimulation, he was a goner. It feels too difficult to hold himself up like this, completely surrendering to Childe's grip as he nearly goes slack against his cock.]
[When he finally feels that hot seed dripping down his throat, he gives an almost desperate moan in turn, swallowing down every drop. No doubt he'll be falling slack on his side the moment Childe releases him -- if he does.]
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[Anyone else might have tapped out when Childe started fucking his mouth with such reckless abandon, but not Shell. The tug to his hair sends his nerves alight, as every sound drawn from his throat comes out louder with each thrust of his hips. It hurts, but exactly in the easy that Shell likes it -- his body being used as if it exists solely for Childe's pleasure right now.]
[His eyes roll back as Childe gets close, and despite having come not too long ago, he comes again himself. Even without the prostate stimulation, he was a goner. It feels too difficult to hold himself up like this, completely surrendering to Childe's grip as he nearly goes slack against his cock.]
[When he finally feels that hot seed dripping down his throat, he gives an almost desperate moan in turn, swallowing down every drop. No doubt he'll be falling slack on his side the moment Childe releases him -- if he does.]