[ The sigh isn't expected, but it also isn't unwelcome, nor is the question that feels like it's meant to be chiding. Cats don't wag their tails when happy, and tigers don't purr, but Broca does let out a puff of laughter through his nose at the clear noise of disapproval. He might feel worse if Matoba hadn't been making one of his shoulders into a modern art canvas, but since Matoba pulled out claws first, he doesn't feel particularly bad about busting out the fangs.
He gets out a quietly murmured-- ]
Neither.
[ Before they're back to kissing, and Broca is swallowing down Matoba's groan as all of this build up finally pushes him over the edge. Broca can feel it, the increased slickness of the slide that has his own breath hitching, his movements becoming more erratic as he chases his own release.
Close... close... and he doesn't moan himself as he finally comes, his own release joining into the mess that Matoba's has already made, coating hands, stomach, and cocks as he lets out a quiet, choked sound in the back of his throat. His lips still pressed against Matoba, but he's stilled enough it's hard to say if this still counts as kissing or not. ]
no subject
He gets out a quietly murmured-- ]
Neither.
[ Before they're back to kissing, and Broca is swallowing down Matoba's groan as all of this build up finally pushes him over the edge. Broca can feel it, the increased slickness of the slide that has his own breath hitching, his movements becoming more erratic as he chases his own release.
Close... close... and he doesn't moan himself as he finally comes, his own release joining into the mess that Matoba's has already made, coating hands, stomach, and cocks as he lets out a quiet, choked sound in the back of his throat. His lips still pressed against Matoba, but he's stilled enough it's hard to say if this still counts as kissing or not. ]