( the thought of being filled up β of being told he's taking it so good, it does things to nate he never thought he'd feel and he finds himself wanting to feel more of it. feel more of wade. feel more of that cock fucking him so deep and hard to the point where it's the only thing that matters and that he wants. it's good. it still hurts a little at times but it's good. it's a good sort of ache inside him that makes his head tip back, that makes lewd sounds spill from parted lips and fingers clutch and claw at the tiles he desperately tries to hold to as he's fucked hard. )
You feel so good...
( the words are breathless there on his lips, lost in a strangled moan that comes out louder than he means it to, head hanging between his shoulders again as he pushes back against wade almost as if on instinct, needing so badly to be fucked.
hand on his own cock, his breath hitches and he feels himself shiver β tremble at the clusterfuck of everything he's feeling and how overwhelmingly good it is. )
Do you wanna feel it too? Feel how good you are?
( words he barely manages to get out, but. feel what he's feeling, he means. because, as a telepath? he's very much capable of feeding wade what he's feeling for double the pleasure. )
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You feel so good...
( the words are breathless there on his lips, lost in a strangled moan that comes out louder than he means it to, head hanging between his shoulders again as he pushes back against wade almost as if on instinct, needing so badly to be fucked.
hand on his own cock, his breath hitches and he feels himself shiver β tremble at the clusterfuck of everything he's feeling and how overwhelmingly good it is. )
Do you wanna feel it too? Feel how good you are?
( words he barely manages to get out, but. feel what he's feeling, he means. because, as a telepath? he's very much capable of feeding wade what he's feeling for double the pleasure. )