[The absolute last thing Varian ever wants to do is hurt Jun. But that soft murmur of consent is what he needs to know that it's okay to drive forward into this. To give in to his instincts that are screaming to be heeded. Probably for the best, the hands on his ass are driving him to distraction.
He braces one hand on the bed beside Jun's shoulder, the other still busy working his lover's cock, as he pushes his hips forward in a solid, firm thrust in. He cries out against the crook of Jun's neck as his knot finally drives home- feeling it tighten in the muscle of Jun's entrance, keeping him inside. He keeps rocking into him, the movements becoming more erratic as he gets close to the edge- with everything they've done to each other all night, it's a miracle he's held on as long as he has (there's something to be said about bloody minded stubbornness) but he's finally racing towards climax.]
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He braces one hand on the bed beside Jun's shoulder, the other still busy working his lover's cock, as he pushes his hips forward in a solid, firm thrust in. He cries out against the crook of Jun's neck as his knot finally drives home- feeling it tighten in the muscle of Jun's entrance, keeping him inside. He keeps rocking into him, the movements becoming more erratic as he gets close to the edge- with everything they've done to each other all night, it's a miracle he's held on as long as he has (there's something to be said about bloody minded stubbornness) but he's finally racing towards climax.]