[nuzzling against his stomach, taking all of Yuri down and feeling the warmth down to his throat; occasionally rubbing against his prostate as he languidly stretches him]
[sprawled out completely, legs still spread and come smeared on his stomach, panting in harsh, heaving breathing. letting his hands fall limply from Vincent's shoulders and bringing one push blearily across his wet cheek, eyes hazy but watching Vincent in turn]
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[all the noises, hands flexing in the sheets]
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Yuri . . . Please?
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[raking his nails up his back and thrashing and are you tasting salt yet? because you should be]
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Oh, you can . . . So beautifully, just like that, for me . . .
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[[digging both sets of nails into either side of his back, hard enough to bruise and draw blood as he wrings tight and arches with his climax]
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[trying to pull his hand loose as he doesn't follow along with the motion, getting up~]
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