[With his hands moves, Shell wastes no time in drawing his fingers through Chuuya's hair, petting him and scratching as his scalp. But every bob of his bed makes it harder to Shell to hold back, the look in Chuuya's eyes giving him shivers. He can already feel himself building up to that peak, and as he gets close, his grip on Chuuya's hair abruptly tightens. Even without the fyrra, the orgasm that slams into him is just as overwhelming as the night before -- perhaps enhanced by how hard they took things the night before.]
[Without realizing it, he pushes down on Chuuya's head and jerks up his hips, as if trying to push as deep as he possibly could into the back of Chuuya's throat. Crying out Chuuya's name, he's so overwhelmed by it that he doesn't realize he still has a tight grip on Chuuya's hair, even as he falls limply back against the bed, panting.]
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[Without realizing it, he pushes down on Chuuya's head and jerks up his hips, as if trying to push as deep as he possibly could into the back of Chuuya's throat. Crying out Chuuya's name, he's so overwhelmed by it that he doesn't realize he still has a tight grip on Chuuya's hair, even as he falls limply back against the bed, panting.]