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..."
"Poor Yaoyao, fuss fuss," Huaisang gently mocks him, petting his hair to reassure him. "Here I let you play with my cherished puppy and you're all complaint."
Kissing Meng Yao's brow, he smirks. "Just relax. You did well. Accept this. You're right where you belong, filled up and claimed."
Stroking his hair a few more times, Huaisang rises up, still kneeling but no longer sitting back on his heels. He guides his cock to Meng Yao's lips, tapping lightly against them. "Come on, A-Yao. You're not going anywhere until you finish your task."
His free hand slides up around Dirk's neck, pressing the sides of their heads together. "Good puppy."
Seeing that Huaisang isn't done with Meng Yao by a longshot, the hound chuckles low--his reeling partner beneath him can feel the rumble of the sound against his back.
After nuzzling the side of Huaisang's face for a moment, the demon then snuggles his muzzle a little lower, teasing his keeper with hot breath against his neck and pressing his teeth gently into the sensitive space beneath his ear. Just adding a little bit of fun to what their captive will hopefully be continuing.
He feels so exhausted, emotionally, physically, mentally. He wants nothing more than to sink down and sleep this all off. You're right where you belong, he says, and his brow furrows a little in uncertainty, reluctant still to accept such things. But it's hard to think of it too long, not when Huaisang is pulling his cock free and revealing that he hadn't been at all unaffected by the show Dirk and Meng Yao had been putting on.
Without even thinking about it much, he opens his mouth, lips sliding over the head of Huaisang's cock. His tongue laps at the slit, his movements a bit clumsier than normal due to how absolutely fucked out he was, but clearly still trying his best to fulfill the request and please Huaisang.
Huaisang's breath catches with pleasure as Meng Yao sets to work with lips and tongue. He winds his free hand into Meng Yao's hair, just tight enough for him to feel it but mostly keeping his grip gentle and coaxing. "Good boy, A-Yao. I know you must be worn out. I'm proud of you. You're doing so well."
He nuzzles lightly at Dirk, keeping his other arm around Dirk's head and scratching idly behind his hound's ears. "What do you think, puppy? Was your bitch sweet for you? Did he do a good job?"
Without the ability to use real words in his form, Dirk is left with other ways to convey his answer. Huaisang gets a pleased, lazy rumble in response, before the demon's nuzzling becomes a little more intent. He mouths gently at the side of his keeper's neck, occasionally running his tongue over sensitive skin.
While he does so, he can't help but shift a little against the man he's still buried in. They're both oversensitive and reeling, but he leans his weight just a little bit forward into that overstimulated place that he knows his cock is still pressed against inside--just until he gets a sound out of him. He wants to hear his prey's voice muffled with a mouthful of his master.
Meng Yao sucks on Huaisang's cock, eyes half-lidded in a hazy sort of contentment. It was as though he could think of nothing else to do but this, lapping the precum from him and following the slide of his cock in and out of Meng Yao's throat.
But the devoted, albeit lazy, way of it changes to something more urgent as Dirk presses in again. "Mm!" He makes a muffled yelping noise, moaning helplessly and giving his head a little shake of protest. Tears gather in the corners of his eyes and stream down his face, but he just bobs his head more eagerly-- the sooner he gets Huaisang off, the sooner he can pass out, maybe. Hopefully.
Huaisang comes quickly, finishing across Meng Yao's face and then stepping back. He leans heavily on Dirk, nuzzling his face into the soft fur on the side of Dirk's neck. "Finish up, my dearest. Let's get our poor plaything cleaned up, shall we?"
Waiting for Dirk to finish up and pull out, Huaisang plays idly with his fur, scratching the top of his head and behind his ears.
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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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Kissing Meng Yao's brow, he smirks. "Just relax. You did well. Accept this. You're right where you belong, filled up and claimed."
Stroking his hair a few more times, Huaisang rises up, still kneeling but no longer sitting back on his heels. He guides his cock to Meng Yao's lips, tapping lightly against them. "Come on, A-Yao. You're not going anywhere until you finish your task."
His free hand slides up around Dirk's neck, pressing the sides of their heads together. "Good puppy."
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After nuzzling the side of Huaisang's face for a moment, the demon then snuggles his muzzle a little lower, teasing his keeper with hot breath against his neck and pressing his teeth gently into the sensitive space beneath his ear. Just adding a little bit of fun to what their captive will hopefully be continuing.
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Without even thinking about it much, he opens his mouth, lips sliding over the head of Huaisang's cock. His tongue laps at the slit, his movements a bit clumsier than normal due to how absolutely fucked out he was, but clearly still trying his best to fulfill the request and please Huaisang.
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He nuzzles lightly at Dirk, keeping his other arm around Dirk's head and scratching idly behind his hound's ears. "What do you think, puppy? Was your bitch sweet for you? Did he do a good job?"
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While he does so, he can't help but shift a little against the man he's still buried in. They're both oversensitive and reeling, but he leans his weight just a little bit forward into that overstimulated place that he knows his cock is still pressed against inside--just until he gets a sound out of him. He wants to hear his prey's voice muffled with a mouthful of his master.
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But the devoted, albeit lazy, way of it changes to something more urgent as Dirk presses in again. "Mm!" He makes a muffled yelping noise, moaning helplessly and giving his head a little shake of protest. Tears gather in the corners of his eyes and stream down his face, but he just bobs his head more eagerly-- the sooner he gets Huaisang off, the sooner he can pass out, maybe. Hopefully.
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Waiting for Dirk to finish up and pull out, Huaisang plays idly with his fur, scratching the top of his head and behind his ears.