[ Another heavy sigh leaves his nose as Reaper blocks out Victor's bitching, or some of it anyway. The obscene moan is compounded by the wave of sweet-smelling pleasure that hits him like a punch in the gut. And that's when he feels beads of sweat sitting on his forehead, along his upper lip. ]
Yeah, yeah, long as you keep it down. Jesus Christ!
[ His grip slips when a milky discharge dribbles into his palm. At first he figures it's just sweat, but it's staining the fabric of Victor's shirt. And when Reaper grabs him again, squeezes the swollen tissue to chases after the Victor's raptured high, he sees the same liquid squirt out the ducts along his nipple. ]
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Yeah, yeah, long as you keep it down. Jesus Christ!
[ His grip slips when a milky discharge dribbles into his palm. At first he figures it's just sweat, but it's staining the fabric of Victor's shirt. And when Reaper grabs him again, squeezes the swollen tissue to chases after the Victor's raptured high, he sees the same liquid squirt out the ducts along his nipple. ]