Huaisang props his chin on his hand once Meng Yao takes the vial, spectating the two of them with interest and enjoying his wine. The compromise situation soothes his guilt, and his temper has calmed, so he can simply enjoy the situation. If Meng Yao gets too upset again, Huaisang can simply toss a garment at him and throw him out, taking Dirk's need for an outlet onto himself for some rough, intense sex. But as long as Meng Yao is willing to play with the edge of his own comfort, Huaisang is excited to spectate.
He sips at his wine, letting the two of them play. For the moment, there's no need for him to interfere.
The monstrous hound does give one final glance back at his keeper, maybe double-checking that this is indeed what he wants, before his attention fixes on his prey again.
He stalks after Meng Yao, herding him away from the safety of walls and toward the center of the space, circling closer as he goes. Hackles raised and a low growl rumbling in his chest, he seems intent on menacing him before he really and truly pounces after him. The sound of loathing in Huaisang's voice and the litany of this man's transgressions still parade clearly through his head, rekindling his own anger.
When he does finally lunge forward, it is with very little warning. Some line of tension in the hound's head simply snaps and he's suddenly rushing forward with a hellish snarl, snapping at Meng Yao's heels.
He could leap and flatten him to the floor in one go, but half the fun is in the chase. Everything is replaceable in this apartment anyway.
Huaisang won’t allow him to be killed, or maimed too horribly—Meng Yao can at least rely (hope) on that. It doesn’t make the fear any less real, however, as he clutches the vial tight in one hand and moves quickly to dodge the incoming lunge.
Meng Yao may not have raw strength on his side, but he’s quick and he’s agile, though the layout of the place means he doesn’t have that to his advantage either. Still he’s quick to dodge and run out of the way, jumping over obstacles to try and keep one jump ahead of him, until Dirk sees fit to stop playing.
It's also unfair that Dirk is not made of real flesh and blood when he doesn't want to be. The dog-shape he's in is a little too flexible, pivots too quickly, and moves too fluidly when he vaults over furniture.
At the tail-end of the chase, when he's really feeling the pursuit of prey and the scent of fear is strong, little licks of flame even begin to flicker over his fur and down his spine. And when the desire to bring his prey to the ground finally wins out, he darts forward to latch his teeth around Meng Yao's ankle as the man goes to flee again, aiming to trip him up and pounce on him once he's down.
He can’t help but feel some concern at that—hopefully he doesn’t have to worry about burns on top of everything else, his heart pounding anew with more fear. His instinct is to try and yank away, but he refrains out of fear for causing any lasting damage to his ankle.
It doesn’t stop him from twisting as he falls, landing on his side so he can kick out with his free leg, teeth gritting against the pain of his hard hit to the floor. His eyes are wild with the desire to get away, but if it looks like something is going to end in worse pain for him—pulling or spraining something—he’ll go still to reassess. Meng Yao isn’t above injuring himself to get away, but he has to be more careful about such a thing here.
Huaisang rolls his eyes indulgently as Meng Yao fights against Dirk. He almost speaks up to remind Meng Yao that this will all go easier if he cooperates, but he already did suggest to Meng Yao that he beg. If he'd rather take pain and be stubborn, who is Huaisang to judge? He sips his tea, enjoying the show the two of them are putting on and not worrying in the least about being so close to the fray.
The demon is snarling with wicked teeth bared as if he means to kill the man, but the bites will only graze and bruise instead of tear him to pieces. Even when Meng Yao gets in a good kick to his face, he only squints one eye closed with an irritated bark instead of flying into a more murderous rage.
The real struggle is in pawing his prey's limbs away, bodily shoving his weight forward, and biting judiciously to get him pinned to the floor without seriously wounding him. It would be much quicker if he was allowed to just kill him.
But murder isn't what his keeper wants, especially inside this nice new home. So, he just terrorizes the man until he has no choice but to give up, at least momentarily.
Meng Yao grits his teeth and, after a good 30 seconds or so of struggling, goes limp, panting softly under him.
“Let me...At least prepare myself,” he manages to get out, holding the vial as tight as he can out of fear of losing it. He has no doubts that Dirk might as well take him dry for all the difference it might make to him, and he has no desire to end up bedridden from this—at least, not because of something like that.
The hound backs off a little, giving his prey a little room to breathe and move, but it could hardly be counted as a reprieve.
Hopefully Meng Yao can work quickly and deftly to get himself as prepared as he wants, because the hound is mostly only moving back so that he can immediately begin shoving at him with his jaws--using teeth if he needs to--and pawing roughly at his body to try and get him to flip over onto his hands and knees.
Whether his prey cooperates or not, he isn't planning on waiting long. The excitement of hunting and powering the man to the ground, knowing that his keeper wants a show, wants to watch his enemy suffer, fills him with a hunger that has him beginning to visibly swell past his sheath, glints of his natural wetness--probably not enough to Meng Yao's preferences--already showing.
Huaisang makes a rumbling sound of approval at the sight of Dirk's cock beginning to emerge, especially since Meng Yao is cooperating and not looking to Huaisang for any hope of rescue. Their relationship is a complicated one, and Huaisang enjoys pushing the boundary between what Meng Yao desires and what he's willing to ask for, and Huaisang has already proven that he's too soft-hearted to be overtly cruel, even to Meng Yao. This can stop at any time, if that's what Meng Yao needs. But Huaisang is delighted to see that he isn't putting up any real resistance, isn't begging Huaisang for mercy again.
Meng Yao knows better than to take Dirk backing off as any sign of relief, and he quickly pops the vial open to spill the oil onto his fingers. He makes a noise of protest as he’s turned over, but after being nipped at the first time he rolls over without much complaint, his expression clouded with embarrassed arousal. He liked this position the least, forced onto hands and knees, often with his back and head bowed so low.
But Dirk is a dog, so Meng Yao thinks it’s probably appropriate that he fucks like one and tries not to think of how that makes him the bitch here.
He sits up and presses his fingers quickly against his hole, hasty and desperate. It’s less about making sure he’s worked open properly and more that there’s enough to to ease the way when Dirk finally does take him. He has no idea how big his cock will get, considering Dirk’s ability to change his size at will, and his heart pounds with a terrifying thrill of being pushed to his limits or beyond.
His eyes catch on Huaisang’s for a moment, remembering he has an audience, but his gaze falls as he blushes darkly.
Meng Yao is absolutely about to become the hellhound's new bitch. That's what Huaisang had wanted, isn't? He's aiming to please the whims of his keeper.
Dirk does have the ability to tease and draw things out, but that isn't the goal in this case. With the memory of Huaisang's anger as he'd recited the litany of this man's transgressions still bright in his mind, there's no desire to be particularly nice here. He's not a monster about it, but there isn't exactly going to be much in the way of foreplay.
All Meng Yao gets is the beast's muzzle shoving roughly between his legs and a massive tongue lapping over the length of his cock once before he's mounted.
A whole lot of fur and muscle suddenly drapes onto his back, powerful forelegs immediately catching around his waist and hugging him into place. The hound's entire body radiates heat--from the breath now panting against the back of his neck, to the hot, wet hardness shoving between his ass cheeks.
He doesn't angle to penetrate just yet. Call it a warning--humping hard up against him so Meng Yao can feel the girth of what he's about to be subjected to--and so Dirk can enjoy the friction squeezed between his prey's cheeks for a minute to build himself into an even hungrier frenzy.
He can’t help the small yelp of alarm as Dirk shoves his face forward, Meng Yao quickly moving his hand to brace against the floor. He’s hard as it is despite himself, despite the situation, and he whimpers low as the sudden press of that tongue before he’s— Well. Mounted. There’s no better way to put it, nothing that could save him from that reality.
His entire body trembles, his breathing harsh as he bows his head, allowing the dark curtain of his hair to shield his expressions as he pants, open-mouthed. Dirk is large and Meng Yao can hardly keep himself still, trembling anew at the slide of him against Meng Yao’s skin. “Ah—“ A soft noise, pleading, and it ends on a whimper as he shoves his hips back impatiently. Get on with it already! He seems to be quietly demanding.
Dirk is taking no demands, so the pleading little sound and way the man writhes earns nothing but what sounds alarmingly like a low, growling chuckle among all the panting. Meng Yao can go ahead and endure a few more moments of nothing but indulgent pressure and friction on the demon's part, until he finally decides to change his angle without warning.
His goal isn't to ruin the man underneath him, but he still isn't kind about the way he shifts his hips down and bucks forward, powering in without reservation until he feels the warmth and the tightness around him that he has driven himself mad for.
Meng Yao takes a few deep breaths, twitching every time it seems like Dirk is about to actually fuck into him, only to find himself growing frustrated and restless the longer it goes on without him doing so.
He’s just about to actually shout at Dirk to get on with it already when he does—relentless and merciless, he presses in and Meng Yao cries out, pressing his forehead against his forearms on the floor. He can hardly breathe, groaning low in a mix of pleasure and pain, overwhelmed by the force of him, a tremor going down his spine as he clenches down on his cock if Dirk finally bottoms out within him.
Though it might seem like he must be putting his entire length into him each time, it actually takes the hound a few long, hard strokes to finally bottom out. He shoves deeper each time, panting like he's still running his prey down, until he finally runs into resistance.
Only once he has seated himself as deeply as he can in his new bitch does the demon really put effort into fucking him. He finally has him where he really wants him. Tightening his grip around the man's waist to keep him braced in place, he picks up speed, humping with powerful intent as if he's still intending on driving even deeper into him.
And that's because this is exactly what he in intending, of course. The resistance shoving up against Meng Yao's entrance now is not the flat of the demon's body but the girth of an engorged knot.
He feels like he's choking, halfway sure he can feel Dirk's cock all the way up his throat. It's so much and every thrust feels like it's both rearranging his insides and knocking the breath right out of him.
His fingers curl and claw for purchase against the floor, hardly able to make a sound as he gasps and pants, feeling so full. "So-- much..." He manages to get out, crying out a little. He's hard, his cock bobbing a little with each thrust, the tip brushing against the floor and making him whine. Tears of exertion stream down his face and he turns his head to seek out Huaisang's familiar form; even if he's mostly the reason Meng Yao is like this in the first place, he still automatically seeks him out for comfort.
It's then he realizes that there's something pressing against him with each thrust, even larger than the cock that's filling him and he shakes his head. "It won't-- Won't fit--"
"Oh, you'll manage just fine, Yaoyao," Huaisang purrs, sipping at his wine and very thoroughly enjoying his show. "I know you like a big cock. Just look at how hard you are."
Licking his lips, Huaisang lounges comfortably over the arm of the couch, beaming at Dirk with fond approval. "Does he feel nice, puppy? Hot and tight around you? I know he's not as good of a bitch as I am, but I know you enjoy variety from time to time."
Huaisang's encouragement stokes a deep, horrible rumble in his chest. Even though Huaisang isn't the one who has summoned him to this plane, he is still Dirk's keeper, and the demon is wired to desire approval from that source above all else. If he'd had any last shreds of reservation before, they're gone now. Between that glowing approval and the feel of finally claiming his prey, all thought leaves his mind.
In his ecstasy, the already unnatural heat of his body grows. It's not enough to hurt or burn, but definitely enough to be felt by the man he's buried in--and he's not going to stop until he's even deeper. The panting jaws poised over the back of Meng Yao's neck reflexively duck down and close, teeth digging in with enough pressure to bruise as he holds him still.
With those teeth and the tight grip around the man's waist, he continues to power in for however long it takes for the body under him to finally give way and allow the girth of his knot inside. With each buck of his hips, he roughly works the man open a little more.
He's burning up from the inside out, holding his breath as Dirk bears down on him. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes, leaving tracks down his face as he feels those teeth dig into his neck.
He goes instinctively still and trembles, the pain of the stretch making him see stars until at last it seems to pop past the rim and inside of him. He cries out, one high note of pain and arches, trembling, eyes wide and unseeing, and-- He comes. It doesn't feel like a normal orgasm, no wave of pleasure; it's violent and sudden and he goes tense around Dirk's cock with a whimpering moan, sagging against the floor as he trembles.
The body of his new bitch arching under him as he's fully claimed, squeezing tight around the swollen bulb of his cock, drives the demon breathless right along with him. He doesn't stop moving however, even as the other then begins to sag in his grip.
With his knot finally buried, the hound's fucking turns violent as he works himself towards his own release. Humping hard, he shoves his knot as deeply into his prey's body as he can--pulling back until there is the threat of possibly yanking out of the hole tensed hard around the base, only to power forward once again. Rutting recklessly into him until he finishes having his way.
Finally, the battering rhythm breaks. With sudden, rapturous motions, the hound tenses and drives in, climaxing hard. Even as horribly full as Meng Yao is, there is still somehow enough room to feel the spasm and heat of it inside. He's held still while the hound rides out the last aftershocks of pleasure, the teeth around his neck only releasing once the beast is fully spent.
The grip around Meng Yao's waist finally loosens then, but doesn't let go. One paw goes down to better prop the both of them up as the heaviness of release rolls through him, but Dirk continues to hold him pretty close with the other.
The knot he'd buried so thoroughly in his prey is still blissfully engorged and he's not quiet cruel enough to drop him in that state.
Time seems to drift for him a little—he has no idea how long Dirk continues to fuck into him, but it feels like seconds, and at the same time hours. Every time it seems like the knot threatens to pull out of him, Meng Yao finds it in him to whine loudly in protest, as it to remind Dirk that there’s still a human person he’s fucking, that it wouldn’t be worth it to pull it out of him.
He doesn’t think it’s actually effective, but it doesn’t matter. The second he feels the release of Dirk inside him his entire body shudders and he moans low, feeling both weightless and beyond heavy. He clenches down around the knot, as if weakly trying to milk more of his release, before Meng Yao begins to stir a little, pressing his hands into the ground to try and keep himself upright again. He shifts and hisses as the knot catches on his rim again and then he forces himself to relax, so as to not injure himself. Was it over? Struggling a little to focus, he glances up to look for Huaisang again.
Huaisang rises once Dirk finishes, coming to kiss the top of his head with an adoring smile. "What a good puppy. I very much enjoyed that show." Rubbing at his cheeks and behind his ears as a reward, Huaisang nuzzles their foreheads together, very pleased by the results of his little game.
Sinking to his knees, Huaisang laughs breathily at the sight of Meng Yao looking wrecked and exhausted. "Look at the mess you made, A-Yao. It seems that you enjoyed yourself." Tucking a strand of hair back behind Meng Yao's ear, Huaisang smirks at him.
Dirk gives a happy, canine groan when his keeper comes over and lavishes him with a little affection. His nerves still feel electrified, so even fingers in his fur feel amazing.
He nuzzles Huaisang while he can before the man kneels down, and he wishes very much that he could do more than that. Despite the lethargy following release, his knot is still engorged and buried, and the pressure there isn't going to stop filling him with pleasure until the swelling finally goes down.
So, if he can't reach Huaisang to express how good he still feels, he'll turn on the other man and drag an affectionate tongue up the back of his neck, running over the teeth marks that will soon darken to bruises.
He can barely acknowledge Huaisang's voice, his breathing harsh and ragged as the pressure inside of him doesn't end. It presses against his oversensitive prostate and makes him whimper whenever Dirk shifts or twitches.
He blinks slowly and raises his head to look at Huaisang, his expression dazed and eyes hazy. He can't seem to get his mind to work to form the words he wants to say--can barely think the words he wants--but he shivers and sighs low at the drag of Dirk's tongue over the marks, his body twitching in pleasant surprise.
"...S'lot..." He mumbles at length, instinctively trying to nuzzle his face into Huaisang's hand. "Too full..."
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He sips at his wine, letting the two of them play. For the moment, there's no need for him to interfere.
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He stalks after Meng Yao, herding him away from the safety of walls and toward the center of the space, circling closer as he goes. Hackles raised and a low growl rumbling in his chest, he seems intent on menacing him before he really and truly pounces after him. The sound of loathing in Huaisang's voice and the litany of this man's transgressions still parade clearly through his head, rekindling his own anger.
When he does finally lunge forward, it is with very little warning. Some line of tension in the hound's head simply snaps and he's suddenly rushing forward with a hellish snarl, snapping at Meng Yao's heels.
He could leap and flatten him to the floor in one go, but half the fun is in the chase. Everything is replaceable in this apartment anyway.
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Meng Yao may not have raw strength on his side, but he’s quick and he’s agile, though the layout of the place means he doesn’t have that to his advantage either. Still he’s quick to dodge and run out of the way, jumping over obstacles to try and keep one jump ahead of him, until Dirk sees fit to stop playing.
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At the tail-end of the chase, when he's really feeling the pursuit of prey and the scent of fear is strong, little licks of flame even begin to flicker over his fur and down his spine. And when the desire to bring his prey to the ground finally wins out, he darts forward to latch his teeth around Meng Yao's ankle as the man goes to flee again, aiming to trip him up and pounce on him once he's down.
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It doesn’t stop him from twisting as he falls, landing on his side so he can kick out with his free leg, teeth gritting against the pain of his hard hit to the floor. His eyes are wild with the desire to get away, but if it looks like something is going to end in worse pain for him—pulling or spraining something—he’ll go still to reassess. Meng Yao isn’t above injuring himself to get away, but he has to be more careful about such a thing here.
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The real struggle is in pawing his prey's limbs away, bodily shoving his weight forward, and biting judiciously to get him pinned to the floor without seriously wounding him. It would be much quicker if he was allowed to just kill him.
But murder isn't what his keeper wants, especially inside this nice new home. So, he just terrorizes the man until he has no choice but to give up, at least momentarily.
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“Let me...At least prepare myself,” he manages to get out, holding the vial as tight as he can out of fear of losing it. He has no doubts that Dirk might as well take him dry for all the difference it might make to him, and he has no desire to end up bedridden from this—at least, not because of something like that.
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Hopefully Meng Yao can work quickly and deftly to get himself as prepared as he wants, because the hound is mostly only moving back so that he can immediately begin shoving at him with his jaws--using teeth if he needs to--and pawing roughly at his body to try and get him to flip over onto his hands and knees.
Whether his prey cooperates or not, he isn't planning on waiting long. The excitement of hunting and powering the man to the ground, knowing that his keeper wants a show, wants to watch his enemy suffer, fills him with a hunger that has him beginning to visibly swell past his sheath, glints of his natural wetness--probably not enough to Meng Yao's preferences--already showing.
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But Dirk is a dog, so Meng Yao thinks it’s probably appropriate that he fucks like one and tries not to think of how that makes him the bitch here.
He sits up and presses his fingers quickly against his hole, hasty and desperate. It’s less about making sure he’s worked open properly and more that there’s enough to to ease the way when Dirk finally does take him. He has no idea how big his cock will get, considering Dirk’s ability to change his size at will, and his heart pounds with a terrifying thrill of being pushed to his limits or beyond.
His eyes catch on Huaisang’s for a moment, remembering he has an audience, but his gaze falls as he blushes darkly.
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Dirk does have the ability to tease and draw things out, but that isn't the goal in this case. With the memory of Huaisang's anger as he'd recited the litany of this man's transgressions still bright in his mind, there's no desire to be particularly nice here. He's not a monster about it, but there isn't exactly going to be much in the way of foreplay.
All Meng Yao gets is the beast's muzzle shoving roughly between his legs and a massive tongue lapping over the length of his cock once before he's mounted.
A whole lot of fur and muscle suddenly drapes onto his back, powerful forelegs immediately catching around his waist and hugging him into place. The hound's entire body radiates heat--from the breath now panting against the back of his neck, to the hot, wet hardness shoving between his ass cheeks.
He doesn't angle to penetrate just yet. Call it a warning--humping hard up against him so Meng Yao can feel the girth of what he's about to be subjected to--and so Dirk can enjoy the friction squeezed between his prey's cheeks for a minute to build himself into an even hungrier frenzy.
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His entire body trembles, his breathing harsh as he bows his head, allowing the dark curtain of his hair to shield his expressions as he pants, open-mouthed. Dirk is large and Meng Yao can hardly keep himself still, trembling anew at the slide of him against Meng Yao’s skin. “Ah—“ A soft noise, pleading, and it ends on a whimper as he shoves his hips back impatiently. Get on with it already! He seems to be quietly demanding.
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His goal isn't to ruin the man underneath him, but he still isn't kind about the way he shifts his hips down and bucks forward, powering in without reservation until he feels the warmth and the tightness around him that he has driven himself mad for.
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He’s just about to actually shout at Dirk to get on with it already when he does—relentless and merciless, he presses in and Meng Yao cries out, pressing his forehead against his forearms on the floor. He can hardly breathe, groaning low in a mix of pleasure and pain, overwhelmed by the force of him, a tremor going down his spine as he clenches down on his cock if Dirk finally bottoms out within him.
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Only once he has seated himself as deeply as he can in his new bitch does the demon really put effort into fucking him. He finally has him where he really wants him. Tightening his grip around the man's waist to keep him braced in place, he picks up speed, humping with powerful intent as if he's still intending on driving even deeper into him.
And that's because this is exactly what he in intending, of course. The resistance shoving up against Meng Yao's entrance now is not the flat of the demon's body but the girth of an engorged knot.
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His fingers curl and claw for purchase against the floor, hardly able to make a sound as he gasps and pants, feeling so full. "So-- much..." He manages to get out, crying out a little. He's hard, his cock bobbing a little with each thrust, the tip brushing against the floor and making him whine. Tears of exertion stream down his face and he turns his head to seek out Huaisang's familiar form; even if he's mostly the reason Meng Yao is like this in the first place, he still automatically seeks him out for comfort.
It's then he realizes that there's something pressing against him with each thrust, even larger than the cock that's filling him and he shakes his head. "It won't-- Won't fit--"
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Licking his lips, Huaisang lounges comfortably over the arm of the couch, beaming at Dirk with fond approval. "Does he feel nice, puppy? Hot and tight around you? I know he's not as good of a bitch as I am, but I know you enjoy variety from time to time."
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In his ecstasy, the already unnatural heat of his body grows. It's not enough to hurt or burn, but definitely enough to be felt by the man he's buried in--and he's not going to stop until he's even deeper. The panting jaws poised over the back of Meng Yao's neck reflexively duck down and close, teeth digging in with enough pressure to bruise as he holds him still.
With those teeth and the tight grip around the man's waist, he continues to power in for however long it takes for the body under him to finally give way and allow the girth of his knot inside. With each buck of his hips, he roughly works the man open a little more.
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He goes instinctively still and trembles, the pain of the stretch making him see stars until at last it seems to pop past the rim and inside of him. He cries out, one high note of pain and arches, trembling, eyes wide and unseeing, and-- He comes. It doesn't feel like a normal orgasm, no wave of pleasure; it's violent and sudden and he goes tense around Dirk's cock with a whimpering moan, sagging against the floor as he trembles.
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With his knot finally buried, the hound's fucking turns violent as he works himself towards his own release. Humping hard, he shoves his knot as deeply into his prey's body as he can--pulling back until there is the threat of possibly yanking out of the hole tensed hard around the base, only to power forward once again. Rutting recklessly into him until he finishes having his way.
Finally, the battering rhythm breaks. With sudden, rapturous motions, the hound tenses and drives in, climaxing hard. Even as horribly full as Meng Yao is, there is still somehow enough room to feel the spasm and heat of it inside. He's held still while the hound rides out the last aftershocks of pleasure, the teeth around his neck only releasing once the beast is fully spent.
The grip around Meng Yao's waist finally loosens then, but doesn't let go. One paw goes down to better prop the both of them up as the heaviness of release rolls through him, but Dirk continues to hold him pretty close with the other.
The knot he'd buried so thoroughly in his prey is still blissfully engorged and he's not quiet cruel enough to drop him in that state.
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He doesn’t think it’s actually effective, but it doesn’t matter. The second he feels the release of Dirk inside him his entire body shudders and he moans low, feeling both weightless and beyond heavy. He clenches down around the knot, as if weakly trying to milk more of his release, before Meng Yao begins to stir a little, pressing his hands into the ground to try and keep himself upright again. He shifts and hisses as the knot catches on his rim again and then he forces himself to relax, so as to not injure himself. Was it over? Struggling a little to focus, he glances up to look for Huaisang again.
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Sinking to his knees, Huaisang laughs breathily at the sight of Meng Yao looking wrecked and exhausted. "Look at the mess you made, A-Yao. It seems that you enjoyed yourself." Tucking a strand of hair back behind Meng Yao's ear, Huaisang smirks at him.
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He nuzzles Huaisang while he can before the man kneels down, and he wishes very much that he could do more than that. Despite the lethargy following release, his knot is still engorged and buried, and the pressure there isn't going to stop filling him with pleasure until the swelling finally goes down.
So, if he can't reach Huaisang to express how good he still feels, he'll turn on the other man and drag an affectionate tongue up the back of his neck, running over the teeth marks that will soon darken to bruises.
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He blinks slowly and raises his head to look at Huaisang, his expression dazed and eyes hazy. He can't seem to get his mind to work to form the words he wants to say--can barely think the words he wants--but he shivers and sighs low at the drag of Dirk's tongue over the marks, his body twitching in pleasant surprise.
"...S'lot..." He mumbles at length, instinctively trying to nuzzle his face into Huaisang's hand. "Too full..."
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