bakerstreet | cuddle meme .

Shiro nips gently at Felih's shoulder. "Yeah? Yeah?? You want me spreading you open and pouring into you again? My perfect boy. You're so good to me, kitten. I'll give you what you need. I'm gonna milk you dry!"

With a powerful surge Shiro plants himself to the hilt inside his mate. His fingertips dig into dark hips and pull Felih back into each snap. "Fuck, yes, you feel so good kitten. Nngh, you got me so close. Stars, just listen to that. You're so wet, so ready for me. You're gonna be so sloppy, coated in my seed, drenched in my scent. That what you want? Huh?"

The nip has him shivering, but Shiro's filthy lewd promises are what make him sob with need and desperation into the sheets, shuddering, cock spurting another jet of seed down between his thighs even before his mate rams into him.

It's fast, one fierce, powerful thrust deep into him, filling and stretching him like he needs so badly. The pressure, the fullness, pressing against his swollen sweet spot is already making his cock spill another spurt of seed, only to keep spilling with each powerful ram of Shiro's cock into him.

He's hardly coherent, mewling and gasping against the nest, claws clinging to the blankets, whimpering as his hips sway from the force of the thrusts, making his own cock bob and swing between his thighs. "G-Gods- nngh- p-please- w-want- n-need-ohgodsohgods- Takashi!" The call of his name becomes a scream, yowling and mewling, shuddering as he feels his body being completely smothered and dominated, so full of his mate's cock that he can think of nothing else.

Shiro shudders and his rhythm stutters for a few seconds before he swears vehemently and pours pulse after pulse after pulse into his mate. He keeps going, keeps pushing, keeps hammering away, wrapping his left arm underneath to pump Felih's cock and finding the right angle to suck hard on the meat of his shoulder. He growls and moans into Felih's flesh, vision gone white with the power of his orgasm. But it's too soon and he's not going to let his lover down. He should have another one in him after that fucking amazing lead up. Keep going. Keep plowing his wonderful, beautiful, precious mate till they are both out of seed to give.

Felih is already mewling when Shiro rams into him, spilling a beautiful, thick, hot mess of his seed into him. It's something he feels so well, the heat blooming within him, and he's left whimpering and quivering, shaking as Shiro drives right against his sweet spot over and over. That alone has hime screaming into the blankets, cock spilling bursts of seed down onto the towels- but then Shiro has to go and start stroking his cock, pumping it mercilessly in time with his bucking hips.

Shiro is growling against him, making him up, filling him, milking him, taking over every ilm of his space, every last bit of sensation. Felih couldn't think now, incoherently screaming as he squeezed and clenched around his lover's wonderful cock, feeling how thick he was, how deep he pumped into him, how full he was. Every bit of him felt like it was on fire, so much heat and bliss rippling and crashing through him that he was weak, hips twitching hips and jerking cock spilling more and more seed.

"Ta-Takashi- Takashi-!" he cried and sobbed, choking on his gasps of bliss, feeling tears welling at the corners of his eyes just from being so overwhelmed with sensation and pleasure. His cock, his sweet spot, his skin being marked up and bitten, his mate's growling and powerful, possessive rutting...

He was being thoroughly claimed and seeded, and something primal in him was going to pieces, sweet and blessed relief washing over every muscle in his body. He needed this so badly, needed to be rutted and filled, have a mate over him. Shiro's heavy and powerful, claiming him, marking him, using him- and it's perfect. He was already nearing his limit when he was spilling into his lover, rutting and milking himself into him, filling and flooding him with seed- but now he's trembling, feeling every last drop being forced out of him. By Shiro's thrusts against his sweet spot, by his firm hand pumping his flared and throbbing cock.

He spills freely for his mate, weak and helpless, unable to resist- and after a while of this feverish pace, the jets of seed spurting from his tip start to stutter, Felih so close to finally being drained dry after so long.

It seems like every time they switched off, Shiro's learned something new tonight. An extended orgasm feels a lot like flying. There's a soaring joy in it. A sense of wild beauty and weightlessness and movement, of freedom, and if you're doing it right, you're sharing it with someone which you deeply care for. It's overwhelming, and something not entirely under your control, though you can guide it if you're good enough at not getting lost in it. And like an excellent jet, you can reach a plateau and then throttle forward and climb even higher...

Higher than you really thought possible until you experience it.

Shiro's breathing harder than he ever did in the ring, muscles singing with the stretch and burn of exercise entirely unrelated to fighting. He feels light-headed, like entering free-fall for the first time. It's magnificent. Felih's screaming, but it's good noises, not bad, just overwhelmed and encouraging. He can finally feel the sputters from the slender Miqo'te's frame. He can do this - he will do this - and help his mate finally achieve peace.

"You want to come for me, kitten?" he growls. "One more. Remember what we said? Fuck you right through two or three orgasms and flood you full of me. Can you feel it building?" His hand tightens down around the base of Felih's cock, squeezing till the pulses can no longer spill out. "Gonna fuck you right through this nest. Feel that? Feel how you're taking all of me? Stars, kitten, you're so good. So good for me." He nips at the edge of Felih's ear. "One more hot, slick, delicious, full flood. Want to feel you spill hard and heavy and fast for me one more time. Then you can have the last of me."

Felih's orgasm has already been drawn out so long, he's going to pieces. He's shaking, shuddering, weak, crying and screaming in ecstasy as his beloved rams into him, slamming against his swollen sweet spot over and over. There's no break or mercy, his mate doing his damned best to fulfill his promise and fuck him senseless, ram him right down into the nest, leave him filled with his seed and aching for his cock. Shiro's hips are powerful, their fierce rhythm making Felih clutch and claw at the blankets, screaming in ecstasy, breathless and incoherent now.

There's no chance of coherent thought, not when his mate is growling at him like this, covering and claiming him, dominating him so beautifully and thoroughly. Twelve, Felih is going to carry Shiro's scent on him for days with how rough they're being.

When Shiro grips his cock and squeezes, forcing his orgasm back and down into him, making him hold back, Felih gives a strangled cry and his hips shake and jerk, trying in vain to rut into his lover's grip for blessed friction. But being forced to hold back, forced to wait- normally it would have his cock relaxing a little, losing some of the swell, the barbs returning to their usual state instead of flared and swollen side.

But Shiro won't stop fucking him, won't stop driving over his prostate, and the endless stimulation keeps his cock swollen and throbbing, jerking and pulsing in Shiro's hand, his body still trying desperately to spill. He's in tears of ecstasy, gasping and sobbing between mewls and moans, his ear flicking back and down submissively when Shiro nips at his ear. His body is clenching so very tight around the shaft inside him, body determined to squeeze and milk him for every drop.

He wants, he wants so badly, and the primal sounds he's making now are obscene, tail lifted and hips up, shoulders and head down to the nest, and his thick, long cock gripped in Shiro's firm but gentle hand. His swollen balls are hanging between his thighs, feeling the way Shiro's press and strike against them with each thrust, and each little jolt of sensation makes his aching cock jerk harder in Shiro's palm. He can't even spill pre like this, every drop of seed trapped inside him, and Felih's vision and mind are going white and blank, stars bursting amid the haze.

This thorough, brutal fuck- there will be no doubt of it. Shiro's scent will be all over him, coating him, inside and out, and all the world will know he's been mated and claimed, and Felih's noisy purr is the only steady thing about any of the sounds he's making over it.

Shiro knows that state. It's been a long time, but he knows the entirely senseless and wonderful feeling that comes with finding the detachment of being completely overwhelmed. It takes a good and attentive dom and a fair amount of time - someone you can trust and completely give yourself over to.

He tucks his head down to nip and growl in Felih's ear. "That's right. Take it. Take it all for me. You're doing so well." He can feel it coming. He can feel the way Felih's trying desperately to shake himself apart beneath him. He shortens his thrusts so he can lift up his other hand and curl his fingers around Felih's heavy purse, massaging gently, squeezing, rubbing, building him up even more. Soon. Soon. It'll be worth it, he's nearly ready.

The longer Shiro fucks him, the dizzier Felih gets. His mind is hazy, and at this point all he can register is that his mate is rutting him. His mate is claiming him, filling him, making his body learn and crave every last thick ilm of his wonderful cock, training his body to welcome him and milk him. He's squeezing and clenching, body spasming with each failed attempt at an orgasm, feeling himself getting so desperately pent-up. Shiro will feel the sweet spot in him getting a little more swollen, and Felih's heavy purse is pulsing and heavy in his palm, plumper and fuller, a deeper pink, hot to the touch just like his throbbing cock.

Shiro's encouragement, low voice and growls and perfect touches- they're all making him scream for him, the sound half-muffled into his makeshift nest.

Shiro teasing his balls is just making him cry and sob from bliss even more, tears spilling down flushed cheeks as his claws curl tighter into the blankets. He feels like he's going to burst, it's dizzying, making him light-headed as he gasps for breath. At this rate, Shiro is going to thoroughly, completely fuck him senseless, milk him dry, have him weak and quivering long after they've finished their rutting.

Now and then, amid incoherent and helpless cries of ecstasy, Felih manages to choke and cry and sob on Shiro's name, mewling desperately and wantonly for him.

"Takashi- Taka- Takashi-! Wanna- please- nngh- wanna-"

His entire body is trembling now beneath Shiro's, tension wound up and ready to snap.

He nearly loses it then and there. "All right, kitten, you ready? Yeah? You ready? Wanna come for me, handsome?" It's so hard to hold on. "You gonna make a big, gorgeous mess for me?" Almost, almost...

Oh, gods, he's going to break- he can't take it, the pressure and desperate need for release is getting worse, burning and unrelenting inside him, every ilm of his body struggling to push and spill. His cock pulses and pulses and pulses, jerking in his mate's palm as Shiro teases and taunts him, riling him up.

Shiro's thick cock is still ramming against his swelling sweet spot, each strike making a jolt run through him so powerfully that he clenches and shudders and screams, cock jerking with a desperate attempt to force the seed pent-up and held inside him.

His cries are high and thin, breathless: "Takashi- please-! Please-! I need- need- c-can't-" He can't take it-!

Shiro's heart twists and his voice softens, even if his strokes don't. "All right, love, here we go. On three. One... two..." He lets go and takes Felih's hips to make sure he stays up. "Three!"

It's a good thing Shiro's gripped his hips as tight as he has, because the moment orgasm finally roars out of him, Felih's trembling thighs are starting to collapse and go weak.

His cock, freed from the tight hold that forced his orgasm down, forced him to hold back, finally reaches release. It throbs and pulses, twitching hard and spilling thick, hot ropes of seed down onto the towels, cock bobbing with the force of Shiro's thrusts slamming against his hips. It's long, it's continuous, he's not spurting in bursts like he was before. Now it's truly a broken dam, seed pouring as Shiro fucks him over the edge and beyond it, leaving him crying for him until he just can't anymore.

Shiro milks him dry from the inside, ramming against his prostate, forcing out the endless streams until Felih's just a quivering, mewling mess, walls clenching right around his mate's cock in an attempt to earn more seed from him, wanting to be filled, properly used ans sated and claimed.

When Felih's orgasm is finally spent, his cock still throbs, as if trying to spill what he no longer has, orgasm going dry as Shiro works him through it. He can't think- can't feel anything but searing heat and bliss, mind blank, head hazy. He doesn't realize he's started to drool a little onto the sheets, claws tangled in the fabric under him, entire body starting to go weak like a trembling ragdoll in Shiro's grip.

Shiro can't possibly hold out through all of that, though he tries his damndest. Three-quarters of the way through his control slips and he comes with a cry that ramps up into a scream, his body jerking and clenching and emptying everything it has into his precious mate. For him it's a lot, lasting through the rest of Felih's orgasm till he's shaking and swaying and seed leaks from around his cock to trickle down Felih's thighs.

Shiro finally slows to a stop. He should pull out. He's so hypersensitive right now that it's on the verge of painful to remain in. But as soon as he does, that'll be less full sensation for Felih, and that would be sad. So he rubs one palm slowly up and down Felih's back in an attempt to soothe.

"Breathe, kitten," he murmurs hoarsely. "R'member to breathe..."

Felih feels it. He feels the heat, the rush, the thick seed pouring into his helpless body and making him scream. It’s so much, the sensation already layering atop orgasms and fullness and friction, and he doesn’t stand a chance. He squeezes until his lover is spent, body clinging tight around him as if refusing to let go, even as some of the seed spills out of him anyway and runs down his dark thighs.

He’s boneless under his mate, shuddering, cock giving a few more throbs and twitches as his orgasm is pushed on with the aftershocks, making his spent body try so very hard to spill the seed he no longer has. He’s a mess, shuddering and weak, and when Shiro reminds him to breathe, he whimpers and starts to gasp. It’s desperate, shaky, entire body quaking under his and only held up by his lover’s firm grip on his hips. The soft rubs down his spine make him shiver, tail twitching and body tightening around his mate any time his palm strokes down towards the base of his tail, the small of his back.

“Nngh...! Ta- Takashi- Taka... shi...” he whimpers, reverent and weak mewls of his name as he trembles. He’s dizzy, and the sounds slur together slightly, Felih half muffled and drooling onto the towels and sheets where his face is pressed to the nest. He’s so- so well-fucked. So full, so sated...

And that noisy purr just won’t quit.

"Shhhh," Shiro smiles. "It's okay. I'm here. Don't try to speak yet. Just breathe. You did such a good job for me, Felih. I'm so proud of you." He bends down an lays a soft kiss on the back of his mate's neck. "Just breathe. 'M not going anywhere."

He is, however, going to get the sopping towels out from under Felih before they both collapse. Into hammerspace? Yeah. That sounds like a good plan.

"'M gonna have to pull out in a minute, sweetheart,but then we can lay down and I'll hold you as long as you want, okay?" His own exhausted, proud purr matches Felih's at a lower pitch. "I love you."

Felih is panting for breath, even his ears limp against his hair as he becomes a pile of jelly under his beloved, trembling from the overwhelming orgasm he'd just been fucked through. So much sex- so many rounds, and he was finally, beautifully sated his body exhausted, the ache in him gone and relieved. He's reached bliss and release, so much pressure gone, the burden in him lifted.

He purrs, exhausted in the best of ways, and he squirms as Shiro works on removing the towels. His thighs are a mess, even some drops of white still clinging to his abdomen- he needs a bath. Cum is probably all over the base of his tail and his fur by now. The kiss soothes him, but the mere mention of his mate pulling out makes him whimper.

It's a long, thin, drawn-out noise- he doesn't want to be empty, no, no... He kneads at the nest anxiously, fussy, his whines nearly demanding.

He's still panting too hard to speak just yet- but he still finds a way to make his feelings known. When his whines settle, he chirrups and trills, sweet and affectionate, adoring sounds.

"I know, I know," Shiro murmurs regretfully, "but if I don't I'm gonna collapse and that'll hurt both of us. You were perfect, baby cat, you were... Stars, I've never cum like that before. You were amazing. You are amazing. I wish we had a plug for you, I really do, but..."

Gentle nuzzles and kisses trace the edge of Felih's ear before he straightens a bit and wraps a firm arm under Felih's hips. "Okay. One... Two..." He eases himself out and loses his breath in the process.

Hearing that he gave his mate an orgasm like he's never had? That's a joy, a pride, a relief welling up in his chest, making him purr amid his exhausted daze. He whines a bit when Shiro starts reminding him he needs to pull out, making Felih squeeze and squirm, stubborn, refusing to let him go-

But then Shiro has him held fast around the hips, and he draws back, leaving Felih empty and aching, another whine leaving him as his hips try to chase Shiro's.

The moment Shiro's out of him, he feels the seed spilling out of him and down his thighs, leaving him quivering- and finally, finally, Felih's swollen cock and its flared barbs start to soften and relax, marking him as truly spent and drained.

He's still limp and weak in Shiro's hold- it's the only thing keeping him up.

"Love... love you... love you so much..." he whimpers, trembling under him, still panting for breath. He feels so weak...

Shiro helps Feligh lie on his side rather than suffocating in pillows and nearly falls over as he shifts to lie down behind him. "Oof! Heh... I love you too, Felih. Here I am. Shhh.... Breathe. Drift. I've got you. You did so well, kitten."

He gathers his mate back against his chest and twines their legs, careful of his softening cock. "Just relax. You came so much - just like we wanted. So good for me. We'll get you a drink and tidy up here in a few minutes - I've got it covered. You just rest." He presses a kiss between Felih's ears.

Felih is purring noisily even if the rest of his body is too tired to do anything else. When Shiro settles behind him, he melts and snuggles back against him as he trembles and catches his breath, an absolute mess.

Well, he’s certainly not cold anymore, that’s for sure. Their makeshift nest is filled with warmth now, and if they’re lucky, whatever strange place they found themselves in will hopefully just be a passing phase of Liminal Space’s ever-changing moods. His fluffy tail is quick to sweep over and brush over Shiro’s legs, coiling around one if he can, ears still limp from his blissful exhaustion. The soft kiss between them earns his mate a chirp, and it’s far too easy to just let himself drift after being told to rest.

He feels so good... he’s floating on a cloud, not going to come down for a while- and his body is finally rid of the need he’d been bottling up for so long.

“Love you...” Felih repeats and it’s a whimper, sincere and overwhelmed, body still trembling. “So good, feels so good...”

Shiro smiles fondly. Stars, he's adorable. "I'm glad," he murmurs, nuzzling into sweat-damp hair as he smooths his palm across Felih's chest. "I had a really amazing time. And maybe you won't be quite so pent-up for a little while. You tell me next time you want some, okay? I'll be there."

Felih shivers at the gentle stroke down his chest, and he melts even more, purring all the while as he snuggles back into his beloved's warm embrace.

Still in a daze, Felih manages to purr and pant, "With how wonderful that felt...? I want that all the time..." He's a greedy thing, but he's lost his inhibitions at this point, far too delighted to be flustered or coy. He's just enjoying the comfort, nuzzling into the blankets, enjoying the cozy nest and his cozy mate.

"My mate... I love you," he murmurs again, so tired, tail curling a little tighter around Shiro's leg as they cuddle.

Shiro's chuckle is a warm, rich sound that blends beautifully with his purr. "I'll either get really fit or really sore," he teases, "but it'll be totally worth it to hear you fall to pieces like that." He's got a towel in his hammerspace he usually saves for after workouts and training sessions, but you know, this is totally the time for it. Pulling it out, he gently starts to wipe away all the excess fluids. "Lean back into me, kitten."

Felih melts to hear his mate's chuckle, feeling content, the sound of joy making him feel happier. He purrs and rests, leaning back into him obediently, relaxed and quiet save for the rumbling in his chest.

He's so tuckered out, he really is just drifting, but he doesn't want to give in to sleep just yet- he wants to relish the cuddling, the warmth, the safety and comfort. He's glad his mate is cleaning them up, though- they both need it after the marathon sex they just had. He's happy to just press against him, letting Shiro do as he pleases.

"You're already fit," he mumbles with a sleepy little smile. "It'll be a fun workout..."

Shiro takes his time - this is as much about relaxing together and continuing to bring Felih back from his hazy and subordinate headspace as it is about getting clean. Bonding. Exploring one another. Taking care of him. Reminding him that he's not alone. Shiro's not leaving.

He nuzzles and kisses and murmurs mixed endearments and instructions as he goes, careful over especially sensitive areas. When he's done them both, covering his own body much more quickly, he pulls a bottle of water from his hammerspace and lets Felih watch him crack it open. He takes a mouthful and then passes it over, making sure they both drink until the whole of it is gone. Then he pulls a soft blanket over them and nestles down for nothing but cuddles.

"How're you feeling?" he asks, checking in with his mate.

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