[Ah, he's laughing. So the kitty-cat has a sense of humor, hm? Matoba will remember that. Broca might get more than he bargained for, giving the man a reason to push his luck with him.....]
[Luckily for Broca, their time is swiftly ticking closer and closer to its limit. "Neither"?? Matoba wants to ask something in response to that, too, but whatever he might have blurted out is muffled swiftly by the man's lips pressing back into his own. Of course, of course- couldn't let the time reset again when they're so close, can they? Matoba lets it go with a soft huff of breath from his nose and eagerly tilts his chin up into the kisses, instead. The man's heat can be felt so intensely, pushed up against him, as he barrels nearer to his end, and it's no surprise when it hits shortly after Matoba's- another fresh, slick splash over his stomach, both their cocks rutting into the combined mess as they grind it out in the last moments of pleasure. Eagerly, Matoba milks his cock through it, and as Broca's weight settles against him in sluggish satisfaction, the cavern of his heat has sweat dripping down Matoba's neck and back and down the door. Ah, his hair is a mess now. He's going to have to escape to the showers....]
[The weight against his mouth might be hardly a kiss, but Matoba is selfish enough to give a slow, weighty slide of his tongue over Broca's lower lip as he takes advantage to deepen the kiss once more before the counter in his head expires, a wet sound as he tilts his jaw to part them. His lips are red and swollen, but cracked in a grin. His eye tilts to catch one of Broca's. His expression is smug, utterly satisfied.]
What an interesting place this is. Don't you agree, Kitty-san?
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[Luckily for Broca, their time is swiftly ticking closer and closer to its limit. "Neither"?? Matoba wants to ask something in response to that, too, but whatever he might have blurted out is muffled swiftly by the man's lips pressing back into his own. Of course, of course- couldn't let the time reset again when they're so close, can they? Matoba lets it go with a soft huff of breath from his nose and eagerly tilts his chin up into the kisses, instead. The man's heat can be felt so intensely, pushed up against him, as he barrels nearer to his end, and it's no surprise when it hits shortly after Matoba's- another fresh, slick splash over his stomach, both their cocks rutting into the combined mess as they grind it out in the last moments of pleasure. Eagerly, Matoba milks his cock through it, and as Broca's weight settles against him in sluggish satisfaction, the cavern of his heat has sweat dripping down Matoba's neck and back and down the door. Ah, his hair is a mess now. He's going to have to escape to the showers....]
[The weight against his mouth might be hardly a kiss, but Matoba is selfish enough to give a slow, weighty slide of his tongue over Broca's lower lip as he takes advantage to deepen the kiss once more before the counter in his head expires, a wet sound as he tilts his jaw to part them. His lips are red and swollen, but cracked in a grin. His eye tilts to catch one of Broca's. His expression is smug, utterly satisfied.]
What an interesting place this is. Don't you agree, Kitty-san?