[ They've hardly seen eye-to-eye ever since they met back at the bazaar, but in this one area they seem to have reached a perfect agreement. What Klaus wants is what Eustace is willing to give: the full brunt of his desire slotted firmly into Klaus's ass, pushing as deep as he can go. Again and again, until there's nothing left but pure sensation. The sound of both their voices mingling together. Their bodies, sweat-slicked and pressed firm against one another. The pressure that keeps building inside of him, swelling further and higher until he finds himself teetering at a precipice.
Anyway.
Remember that time like twenty minutes ago when they were talking about barbed dicks? Well, Klaus can rest easy knowing he won't be stabbed by dozens of tiny needles as they fuck. He might not be able to rest easy tomorrow after one particularly satisfying roll of his hips tips Eustace over the edge, self-control shattering as he swears and comes. Which would be fine if that were all of it—but it's not, the tumultuous crash of pleasure enough to unconsciously activate certain other parts of him, the base of his cock swelling up just enough to lock them both in place as Eustace spends himself in Klaus.
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Anyway.
Remember that time like twenty minutes ago when they were talking about barbed dicks? Well, Klaus can rest easy knowing he won't be stabbed by dozens of tiny needles as they fuck. He might not be able to rest easy tomorrow after one particularly satisfying roll of his hips tips Eustace over the edge, self-control shattering as he swears and comes. Which would be fine if that were all of it—but it's not, the tumultuous crash of pleasure enough to unconsciously activate certain other parts of him, the base of his cock swelling up just enough to lock them both in place as Eustace spends himself in Klaus.
Welcome to the kn*tting club, Klaus. ]