Seasonal Shopping (continued)
Voxir let Grim dominate the kiss, moaning into his mouth. Eyes fluttering closed when he felt the reaper's hand on his throat. He was at the mercy of the ancient ghoul and it thrilled him.
A deep gasp and full body shudder past through the pale man when he knew he felt the reaper touching his soul. That truly was an indescribable sensation. The only word that could even come close to it would be intimate , but even then the word is nowhere near enough.
As Grim stroked the necromancer's soul, it was like everything was heightened. The pale hips moved faster, move demanding. His cock twitching, still so painfully neglected. Leaking pre now onto the wraith below.
He was so very close. Needing to pull away from the reaper's lips to breathe. Voxir leaned forward over Johnny, grabbing ahold of his shoulders and using him to grip while his hips went to town. Moving at an uneven and wild pace, the pale man was seeking his white inferno bliss.
Strands of long white hair cascaded over his shoulders, creating almost a private curtain. " ..Fuck...Oh Mon....I need it~ ...I need to cum~... Voxir moaned against Johnny's lips, biting the lower lip. The scent of green apples fueled the remaining drive he needed.
"..Hold on to me~ ..Hold on to me~.." The necromancer begged the men. Leaning back up and against the reaper, needing the security of his form behind him. Pale hands reached for both men. Placing Johnny's hand on the juncture of his hip and thigh and the reaper's across his chest. Voxir held tight to both men as the intensity of their activity finally met its peak.
Voxir arched his back against Grim, letting out a gorgeous choked moan as the pale body shuddered, hips continuing to thrust as the pale cock unloaded its mess across the wraith's chest, some splatter across his cheek as well.
Even after the necromacer was completely spent, breath coming in quick, heavy pants, his hips still slowly continued as if now their goal was to assist the wraith beneath to find his own bliss. The reaper would be able to feel the frantic heartbeat of the necromancer as well as see their soul bloom with intense colors as another lust ribbon was added.
Voxir did not have anything else planned for today. He had cleared his own schedule to have today to spend with Grim shopping. Grim just stated he could stay, but to what end? The reaper was denying all offered help suddenly. Would he deny help cleaning his bed? Help dressing? Would he deny a bone paint gift?
"I should go and allow you time to clean and dress. Should you need something, you can message me.....Today was ..enjoyable...Thank you, Grim."
The necromancer was hesitant to step closer, but did and leaned closer. Placing a small kiss on the reaper's cheek, he bowed his head and turned away. He opened the door and stepped though, maybe he should make some notes and try to figure out what it is that he could be feeling?