[that's also fine because it means, the next time they meet up in a situation like this, perhaps he'll have longer claws of his own and can put them to use to incite broca to use his own. he heals quickly, it wouldn't be a big deal, and besides, he likes looking at the marks later on, the lovely bruises, bites, scratches and other such things leftover from a nice fuck session. no, maybe broca won't scratch or bite him now, but one day, he will get him to do so.
for now, he focuses on being grabbed, a small noise of surprise escaping him at how easily the tiger-man handles him, and he can't help sighing a contented noise once it dawns on him that he will at least have some bruises from how hard broca's holding him currently.
when he lifts them both, sizhui's arms instinctively tighten and he lifts his legs, wrapping them around his partner's waist, holding himself in place as they move. to be fair, the wall was his first thought, but if broca had dropped him on the bench instead, he wouldn't have complained a single bit, oh no. he would've rolled with it, using the surface to their advantage, but rather than that, broca's taking them over to the wall like he'd first assumed, propping him against it and penning him in, earning a breathy noise and the faintest nod in understanding.
he holds on even tighter, groaning outright as he slides down broca's dick again, his legs tightening as well despite the difficulty caused by the wetness from their showering and the sweat that's built up from them already working each other over while sitting on the bench. however broca moves, sizhui tries to match his pace, whimpering pitifully and tipping his head back against the wall when a particular motion brushes against his prostate.]Fuck, [he curses emphatically, leaning forward again and burying his face against the other's shoulder in an attempt to muffle another, higher-pitched noise that escapes him this time.]
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for now, he focuses on being grabbed, a small noise of surprise escaping him at how easily the tiger-man handles him, and he can't help sighing a contented noise once it dawns on him that he will at least have some bruises from how hard broca's holding him currently.
when he lifts them both, sizhui's arms instinctively tighten and he lifts his legs, wrapping them around his partner's waist, holding himself in place as they move. to be fair, the wall was his first thought, but if broca had dropped him on the bench instead, he wouldn't have complained a single bit, oh no. he would've rolled with it, using the surface to their advantage, but rather than that, broca's taking them over to the wall like he'd first assumed, propping him against it and penning him in, earning a breathy noise and the faintest nod in understanding.
he holds on even tighter, groaning outright as he slides down broca's dick again, his legs tightening as well despite the difficulty caused by the wetness from their showering and the sweat that's built up from them already working each other over while sitting on the bench. however broca moves, sizhui tries to match his pace, whimpering pitifully and tipping his head back against the wall when a particular motion brushes against his prostate.] Fuck, [he curses emphatically, leaning forward again and burying his face against the other's shoulder in an attempt to muffle another, higher-pitched noise that escapes him this time.]