( The more Ish teeths in turn, jolts running hot, so much more vibrant and so much more intense than if he'd just clawed at his skin, from every chord played and through his heart, through his chest, to the rest of him, the more violent the teething grows until it's a lot less suckling, a lot less teething, and a lot more biting into him - until his teeth sink particularly hard into Ish's flesh, and Hwylryn can't help but press up against him, as if he means - through instinct alone - to return half as much intensity of sensation as Ish is giving him.
Their chests may be necessarily split by Ish's hand as a gulf between them, but lower? That might be enough to discourage Ish, because it sure doesn't discourage Hwylryn. In fact - and unfortunately - all this; the pain; the intimacy; the biting; the way Ish likes it, too - only encourages him. )
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Their chests may be necessarily split by Ish's hand as a gulf between them, but lower? That might be enough to discourage Ish, because it sure doesn't discourage Hwylryn. In fact - and unfortunately - all this; the pain; the intimacy; the biting; the way Ish likes it, too - only encourages him. )