[Chuuya is too fucked-out and incoherent to come up with a snappy reply, so he simply groans as Mephisto pounds into him, his oversensitive hole twitching and dripping with lube and come. Once he’s released he’s likely to fall to his knees and sleep right where he lands, because he’s pretty sure his legs are made of rubber right now.]
Ngh...
[Chuuya is a sweat-slicked, panting mess, and all he can do is rest against the glass for now.]
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Ngh...
[Chuuya is a sweat-slicked, panting mess, and all he can do is rest against the glass for now.]
Bed...
[Just throw him there, he’ll be fine.]