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[ The demon prince is not able to reply with anything other than a nod and a pleasure filled "mhm".
He doesn't intend to hurt Axel but he is at the point where he can't control himself anymore, hence why his nails end up digging lightly on the skin of his hips, squeezing the flesh there, as his other hand jerks at a gradually increasing pace as if to mirror the anxiety he is feeling. Yes, the faster they move the more it hurts yet, at the same time, he can feel something else building up, pooling and heating up at a rapid pace, threatening to explode and fill him with something intense if he speeds up.
Wolfram gasps and moans loudly, tossing his head back as much as the pillow will allow him to. He is getting lost in sensations— how with each of their rough movements his skin prickles and is sensitive to the trails of sweat traveling down his every patch of skin, causing goosebumps on their wake, along with the flaming flares that burn his nerves when their thrusts meet and Axel tenses around him.
It's close but still not close enough. ] ... Axel! Don't go -- easy! [ on me either. ]