[Klayko]

Larry was too riled up to try and win in a game of dominance. Drunk and riled up, more like it. He kept fumbling here and there and it made it easy for Aryin to get the better of him, not that he was complaining. The two were locked into exchanging saliva once more, but it became apparent that Aryin wanted more and did just that.

The bites were intense. If anyone would ever get a look of his neck later, they would find Aryin’s love marks left, Larry’s deep olive skin bruised purple and him left in a state that had him either gasping or moaning further. After all, feeling a bite was not exactly a great feel, one deep enough to leave punctures. This had only come paired with the fact his perinium was also being poked around, but soon that had changed. Aryin had different plans. Not only was his mouth casually tugging at his left nipple to the point it got hard, but now the same hand that was pleasuring him below had moved up to tease the left nipple. Next came what he had done near his neck: a sharp bite.

“Y-Yea,” he said with a heavy breath. His cock twitched so bad, which probably meant that was as hard as it was going to get. Larry never knew or felt such waves of pleasure and anxiousness all at once. Often times he thought how should he go about riling Aryin up himself. “You’re really good at this.”