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Raven // Ezra (Shae) Dufraisne (in_the_wings) wrote in paxletalelogs,

There was a moment, as Shae's fingers glided easily along the increasingly slippery cock in his hands, skin coated in his partner's liquid ecstasy, when he felt a sudden shock. It was neither painful nor unpleasant, but somehow energizing, like an unexpected jolt of pure electricity unfurling deep in his core and then resonating throughout his entire body, down to the tips of each microscopic hair follicle.

The shock seemed to coincide with Mirza's orgasm, and distracted though he was with the pleasurable tension building in his own gut, Shae was suddenly unable to tear his eyes away from his lover's writhing form. He could see the lines of lean muscle contracting beneath Mirza's skin with the effort of his climax, and was it just his imagination, or was that skin suddenly flecked with some otherworldly golden glow? It was as though he was seeing but not seeing, and the veil was lifted from his eyes for only a few short moments.

This was not the kind of sex he was accustomed to; sure, he was as much about getting off as the next guy, but there was something physically different about this encounter, about the way his body was responding, and he had no idea what that difference was. The tightness of his partner's body had pushed him to the brink, and he drove his hips mercilessly against Mirza's deliciously rounded buttocks, plunging his aching cock into that hot, welcoming space; his balls felt heavy, taut and begging for release, and with one, two, three more desperate thrusts, he finally had it.

The earlier sensation of electric energy thrilled through him again, stronger this time as his pelvis bucked erratically against his lover, emptying himself into the constricting rubber sleeve. Shae moaned his satisfaction long and loud, not particularly caring how many of their neighbors might hear him in the process. The tendons in his neck strained visibly as he tilted his head back, breathing harshly and clutching at Mirza's thighs as his hips gradually slowed and then stilled their movements.