[Even now Theseus still has words for his carefree owner. But they come out strained, with difficulty, between jaw clenches and hot breaths. And they're becoming fewer and fewer, eventually replaced by a steely look directed straight at Venti. (But there's a limit to how cold Theseus can look when he's flushed red.)
More moans. Theseus keens and whines as Venti massages his pecs, the touch being desired and unwanted at the same time. His body craved this, but the contact is overwhelming in its magnitude, like feeling the full force of the sun after darkness. He makes a few futile squirms underneath Venti's hands, but he can't get far like this.
Theseus gasps when that warm, wet tongue laps over his nipple. Reflexively, uncontrollably, a drop leaks from the tip.]
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[Even now Theseus still has words for his carefree owner. But they come out strained, with difficulty, between jaw clenches and hot breaths. And they're becoming fewer and fewer, eventually replaced by a steely look directed straight at Venti. (But there's a limit to how cold Theseus can look when he's flushed red.)
More moans. Theseus keens and whines as Venti massages his pecs, the touch being desired and unwanted at the same time. His body craved this, but the contact is overwhelming in its magnitude, like feeling the full force of the sun after darkness. He makes a few futile squirms underneath Venti's hands, but he can't get far like this.
Theseus gasps when that warm, wet tongue laps over his nipple. Reflexively, uncontrollably, a drop leaks from the tip.]