[There's a soft sound as he's flipped over, Cy's weight heavy on top of him, solid and reassuring and warm, murmuring against his skin between those reverent kisses. He can feel his pulse hitch a little quicker — disappointment for the absence of Cy's cock inside of him soon stemmed by the lave of a tongue. His back curves, long legs draping themselves over Cy's back with a desperate noise of pleasure, shocked how that new sensation ripples through him. He's obscenely wet against Cy's mouth, lost in the fantasy that is painted through words.]
I — yes, I can. I want to show you.
[Even if it's an illusion, at least they can enjoy it together in this dimension for now. It's not something he ever imagined for himself, of course — pregnancy. Yet the urge in him is monumental, set in stone, squirming hot at the idea of his body being heavy with Cy's child, claimed by him in that utterly whole way. To start a family with him. The sting of sentiment is back, a tear pinched from the corner of one eye when his hand slips down to snarl in Cy's dark hair.]
Cy, that feels good... Please.
[With a quiet little whine his hips rub upward, trying to find friction against his clit from Cy's mouth, aware of how his breasts spill with the movement, chain jingling against his skin.]
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I — yes, I can. I want to show you.
[Even if it's an illusion, at least they can enjoy it together in this dimension for now. It's not something he ever imagined for himself, of course — pregnancy. Yet the urge in him is monumental, set in stone, squirming hot at the idea of his body being heavy with Cy's child, claimed by him in that utterly whole way. To start a family with him. The sting of sentiment is back, a tear pinched from the corner of one eye when his hand slips down to snarl in Cy's dark hair.]
Cy, that feels good... Please.
[With a quiet little whine his hips rub upward, trying to find friction against his clit from Cy's mouth, aware of how his breasts spill with the movement, chain jingling against his skin.]