NOCT OVERFLOW

[swordhardy]

OVERFLOW & EVENTS

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[swordhardy]

[ Letting him go is a big ask. Once the artist scuttles off like the roach he is, the devil sinks, resting his weight against Six in comfortable stretch. Manna hums, liquid fire spinning in his veins. Exhaling, leathery wings shudder and span over them, creating a canopy from the beating sun. There's no one left around to see them, but it doesn't stop him from being protective over what's his. ]

We should.

[ Yet he makes no moves to do so, still buried balls deep—though it's partially due to the fact that his cock has yet to retract, keeping them booked together with its barb. ]

... in a minute. You're comfortable.

[ It will be more than a minute—more than two or three or even twenty before Rokurou finally draws himself out and gathers Six's tired form in his arms. He's the one with all the strength between them, so it's nothing for him to carry Six in the cradle of his arms as he heads back to their shitty little studio. Curling up in bed is bound to be more comfortable than falling asleep on a flowerbed.

The flowers, though crushed and having lost some petals, are still alive. Only the stain of blood amongst the green and a few stray white feathers are proof that they had been there at all. ]