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Devon Rex ([personal profile] deadnerve) wrote2025-05-07 08:35 pm

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[personal profile] wicka 2026-02-08 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Devon's kiss absorbs Dom's attention just as much as the hand on his shaft, stiff and eager for it, like he's eager to taste Devon's lips, his tongue. Doesn't take a lot of convincing to do anything when they're like this, when pangs of arousal quickly rise to the occasion, making his tail twitch and tense up every time he flexes the muscles of his stomach. ]

I like... [ He changes his mind, kisses Devon some more, clinging to him with one hand, ] I like you a lot, too.

[ And it isn't lost on him that Devon's attracted to him like this. It means a lot. Embarrassingly so. ]
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[personal profile] wicka 2026-02-09 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ He almost makes a little noise when Devon's lips aren't on his anymore, looking at him in a daze, helplessly watching him get lower and lower, a familiar sight standing on his knees. His hand goes on the top of Devon's head without protest, without doubt - he changes his posture so his hips push a little forward while his tail hangs back, squirming and trembling any time he does. It won't take long, because it never does. (Maybe bringing out some aspects of the wolf is speeding things along too; who knows.) Dom is grimacing minutes later, brows knitted, head angled up and ears flat. ]

Areβ€” a-are you looking?
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[personal profile] wicka 2026-02-09 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he slows down for a moment, then he picks up the pace - frantic, chasing the peak, stepping over the edge and shaking all over, spurts of come after each jerk of his cock in Devon's hand, hips frozen before he bends his legs a little. His tail doesn't wag, exactly, but it jolts, from one side to another like it's blindly picking a direction. He feels a weird kind of tired there, where his human body ends and the fuzzy prolongation begins, like he worked a limb too hard, kept it tense for too long. He's panting, looking up before looking down, looking a little pitiful. He doesn't know what his tail did, if anything. ]
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[personal profile] wicka 2026-02-09 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He doesn't know what to say; he doesn't really have the mind to come up with anything either. If thoughts are gone, brain deflated while the rest of his body tries not to collapse into jelly. Devon says that's cool and Dom has just enough left in him to nod, breathing out and reverting the transformation. Normal ears, no tail, teeth and nails back to what they were before. Just a boy and his boyfriend. ]

You're not gonna tell anyone, right?
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[personal profile] wicka 2026-02-09 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It still feels nice to be touched there, dangling piercing magically back in place (don't question it). Yes, he came just seconds ago, but this is ... warm. Intimate. And that's his boyfriend. ]

I like you.

[ Just like that. He shifts, tucking himself back in his boxers and pants. ]

Do you want me to...?

[ Clean Devon's hand. And cheek. ]
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[personal profile] wicka 2026-02-10 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ He grins, tension popped like a bubble, then shakes his head. His thumb wipes the drop on Devon's cheek, cleaned with his tongue, just before another kiss. He's... giddy? He thinks he's kinda giddy. Do boys even do that? ]

You wanna go back to my room?