[Sully swallows the seed, or tries to, it burns like fire once it's in his throat. His hips are still grinding into Iggy, slowly to a deep-pressing but easing thrust, stilling in him soon after but not seeming to go soft. He puts a hand to his chest, digging nails into his own skin as he feels Zephir inside him by virtue of his gift, repulsing his body and being expelled in three silent gags.
White, opaque liquid runs down his chin, his nose, from his eyes and ears. It falls like droplets on Iggy's back, dancing around the open wound - which he closes with a wave of his hand. The skin shifts back together, but doesn't heal. It holds together like it is invisibly stitched, at risk of being pried apart, but left to Iggy's body to heal like any other incision would in a day or six's time.
Sully coughs as he pulls out of Iggy, oily-black cum running down his thighs, in stark contrast to the white that still runs past Sully's lips even after he coughs out the seed again, putting it into his pocket after he's put away his cock. He's made a mess of Iggy and himself, wiping his eyes clear so he can see again.]
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White, opaque liquid runs down his chin, his nose, from his eyes and ears. It falls like droplets on Iggy's back, dancing around the open wound - which he closes with a wave of his hand. The skin shifts back together, but doesn't heal. It holds together like it is invisibly stitched, at risk of being pried apart, but left to Iggy's body to heal like any other incision would in a day or six's time.
Sully coughs as he pulls out of Iggy, oily-black cum running down his thighs, in stark contrast to the white that still runs past Sully's lips even after he coughs out the seed again, putting it into his pocket after he's put away his cock. He's made a mess of Iggy and himself, wiping his eyes clear so he can see again.]
I've taken it back. Thank you.