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The feel of Castiel leaning into him only ignited the fire within him more, from a camp fire up into a huge bonfire. Emotions exploded in his veins, of longing, of lust, of passion, desire. All thoughts of how homosexuality was a sin fled from his mind, and all that he knew now, in this moment, was how desperately he wanted to pleasure Castiel. How desperately he himself wished to be pleasured. And the thought of the two combining into one entity, locked in the forbidden embrace nearly sent him rolling over the top of his climax. And they had yet to even truly touch one another yet… But the kalak prince wanted to know that this was consensual, that they were both on the same page. He needed a sign from Castiel, something, anything. And he did not have to wait long - the feel of Castiel‘s tail brushing down his spine, the delicate touch that suggested them moving forward to something more… And then, finally, the verbal consent. A vow, a promise, one that would haunt both of them in the days to come, and one that set Tiresias free to do whatever it was he wanted to do…
'I am all yours, Tiresias, take me.'
He felt like there should be a sigh of relief… but instead there was a rush of adrenaline. And once again, Tiresias leaned forward and grasped onto Castiel’s scruff. Because of his blindness, balance was an issue that he always had, but he had leaned to overcome it while still on four legs, no matter the activity – running, evading, attacking. But on only two limbs? It was not something that he had ever had to experience, so he was clumsy and fumbled around a lot. Perhaps he gripped a little too hard on Castiel’s neck as he reared up and laid his body across Castiel’s back, trying to use Castiel to steady himself. His weight teetered back-and-forth, from left to right, and he awkwardly moved to place his right leg across the back so that, while his back legs were straddling Castiel‘s back legs, his front legs wound be straddling Castiel’s shoulders. Tiresias released his grip for a moment, long enough to offer an apology.
"It is my regret if I hurt you I grabbing your scruff too tightly. I… I am not quite as experienced as you."
His voice, normally cool and collected, was graph, nearly horse, and breathless. It was his opinion, or rather, not opinion… Tiresias believe that Castiel and this… Marlo had actually consummated their romance… and so he felt insecure about what the right was to move was. Tiresias nuzzled his snout against Castiel‘s neck, affectionately, possessively. But then his incisors were searching again, grabbing the side of Castiel‘s neck or at least trying to with the hopes that he would turn Castiel‘s head - it would force the brute to watch Tiresias as he entered him. Sight had never been particularly important for the prince, but for some reason, it was now - he wanted his lover‘s gaze upon him, and the thought of being watched made his staff swell and throb with need. But suddenly, he was at impasse - he was not sure what was next, what he was supposed to do, what would feel make Castiel feel good. His hips bucked, but he managed only in stabbing Castiel‘s rump, nowhere near the dark cavern that he was searching for. He ground his pelvis against Castiel, gyrating his hips in circles, consistent, strong circles until he found Castiel‘s tail, and then he slipped just beneath it. The hessian was wet already, moistened with his own fluids when he entered Castiel, which made the entrance somewhat easier, but it was still difficult. Castiel clenched tightly around him whether he meant to or not - it was incredible and like nothing Tiresias had ever felt. The kalak grunted and slowly pushed himself all the way in until he was swollen, engorged to his fullest diameter and fully sheathed. Through his teeth, he managed other something, jumbled words strong into half thought out sentences.
“You feel so good, you are so tight… I just want to…”
He meant to take it slow, but as soon as Tiresias penetrated Castiel, he couldn’t control himself any longer. Roughly, he thrust in and out of his friend, taking him full hilt with each jousting. Sweat covered his body, and he continued to go faster. It would last but seconds, but it was an amazing experience… although nothing compared to when his orgasm. When it finally came, it exploded his mind. Colors, even though Tiresias would not know the word for them, danced across his mind in bright rays and he screamed out Castiel‘s name. If he thought his staff had been throbbing before, it was nothing compared to now – it was even warmer than Castiel‘s own folds with the fluids he was now ejecting into Castiel‘s tight little ass. He moaned, and then slumped on top of him and leaned to the side slightly, hoping to tip Castiel to the side so that they lay together in an embrace, Tiresias still within him.
Between their argument and their rampant vicious fuck session, Tiresias was utterly worn out, and he tightened his limbs around Castiel and planted kisses along his cheek. But in the next few seconds, he drifted away into unconsciousness, into sleep which his body desperately needed.
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