[ for a moment. maybe the briefest of moments, murr thinks about how the moon couldn't ever do this to him without... well. it'd probably be a very quick one. this, however, is just right. he wants to keep moving with and then against shylock, maintain that presence within him as long as he can. his own cock is throbbing, pulsing at the same time that his heart beats, and it's almost as loud as he's getting.
breathy and rapid gasps for air, almost whining with every thrust, and shutting his eyes closed while shylock whispers his name. the pressure builds and builds and he's a slave to baser instincts for the final seconds. he reaches out, grabbing onto shylock's shoulder, almost mirroring what's happening to him, and...
he comes too. a little after shylock does. all of his energy goes with it, and he's happy that he's the one on the floor. murr's eyes are wide, staring into nothing and everything, seeing those stars that accompany the moon sparkle all around shylock before he rests himself on murr. ]
[ my, what a question to dwell on while they're basking in the afterglow.
for a while, shylock does not respond. it would have been easy to say that murr is, but he's already conflicted enough as it is. if any of murr's soul shards find themselves in this world as well...
he lets out the softest of chuckles, curling up on top of murr. it's his turn to be catlike. ]
We'll see.
[ leave it to him to make things more complicated between the two of them ]
[ what a response, but that only encourages murr's next smile to be a little toothy. a little wider. even though he's tired and could go for a nice nap... and that's only being exacerbated by shylock's new found power of loaf.
his laugh is light and gentle. not upset at all with the answer. it's something he expects; no one should ever feel tethered down by another. unless it's murr and the moon and then get out of his WAY he needs the moonussy right meow.
but he won't answer with words. talk is cheap... he'll just continue to cling onto shylock like a nice, familiar pillow. ]
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Date: 2022-04-20 05:02 am (UTC)breathy and rapid gasps for air, almost whining with every thrust, and shutting his eyes closed while shylock whispers his name. the pressure builds and builds and he's a slave to baser instincts for the final seconds. he reaches out, grabbing onto shylock's shoulder, almost mirroring what's happening to him, and...
he comes too. a little after shylock does. all of his energy goes with it, and he's happy that he's the one on the floor. murr's eyes are wide, staring into nothing and everything, seeing those stars that accompany the moon sparkle all around shylock before he rests himself on murr. ]
Shylock... am I yours?
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Date: 2022-04-23 12:30 am (UTC)for a while, shylock does not respond. it would have been easy to say that murr is, but he's already conflicted enough as it is. if any of murr's soul shards find themselves in this world as well...
he lets out the softest of chuckles, curling up on top of murr. it's his turn to be catlike. ]
We'll see.
[ leave it to him to make things more complicated between the two of them ]
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Date: 2022-04-24 04:28 am (UTC)his laugh is light and gentle. not upset at all with the answer. it's something he expects; no one should ever feel tethered down by another. unless it's murr and the moon and then get out of his WAY he needs the moonussy right meow.
but he won't answer with words. talk is cheap... he'll just continue to cling onto shylock like a nice, familiar pillow. ]