[overwhelming as it may be, the sudden stillness of Steak's hips only gets him to let out a whine in protest, despite being filled with the Food Soul's cock. he can feel himself being spread out by it, but also clenching around the hot length, his own hips moving subtly in an attempt to either get Steak moving again, or to get more of him inside (if it's even possible). he lets out a few shuddering breaths as he rests the back of his head against the wall, taking a moment to calm himself down. it's not like they're any sort of a hurry, after all; they can stand to have a moment.
but the fiery burn of desire lights him up again as he ruts against Steak a little more. he needs it, he needs that release, he needs to quell that desire. if it were any other circumstance, Dohalim would comment on Steak's crude language, but this is hardly the time for a vocabulary lesson. instead, he peers into him, the glow of his irises a thin ring around blown out pupils]
Yes... That is... That is exactly what I want you to keep doing.
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but the fiery burn of desire lights him up again as he ruts against Steak a little more. he needs it, he needs that release, he needs to quell that desire. if it were any other circumstance, Dohalim would comment on Steak's crude language, but this is hardly the time for a vocabulary lesson. instead, he peers into him, the glow of his irises a thin ring around blown out pupils]
Yes... That is... That is exactly what I want you to keep doing.