(As if he didn't have enough reason to be committed to Koby already. His surprising little cadet. Although there wasn't much of Mihawk's human consciousness available, he would remember this explicitly, remember the way Koby fell apart on his cock, the way that he had no problem taking Mihawk in such a carnal, inviting way where most others likely would have refused. Mihawk wouldn't be done with Koby even after this. Much like Koby, he was interested in burying his tongue inside of that cunt later on, but for right now, they both needed this to take that immediate edge off.
Koby had a way of seducing Mihawk endlessly. Mihawk wasn't really one who was often interested in sex, but oh, Koby...
Could anyone truly blame him? With how beautiful he looked split open on Mihawk's cock, human or otherwise? The way he took him so effortlessly, so gladly?
Then he's begging for Mihawk to go harder and Mihawk nearly blacks out. He thrusts relentlessly against Koby, hard and without hesitance. His cock slips in and out of Koby effortlessly, glistening more and more between Koby's own orgasm and whatever precum was steadily pumping out of Mihawk.
Then all at once, he's gripping Koby and slamming him down hard onto his cock. When he comes, it's in a hot burst, thicker and far more in quantity than it has ever been when he was human. Enough that he can feel some of it seeping out of Koby, dripping down between them. It's not until that moment that Mihawk realizes he's been growling loudly for the past few seconds, snarling, but not at Koby. Rather at anything stupid enough to be within a mile of them or so. Mihawk huffs against Koby's neck, whining lowly, mouthing again at where he had bitten him earlier.
That's about when he begins to swell inside of Koby. Mihawk nestles closer, whining even louder, because suddenly it felt like a life-or-death situation of needing to just be as close as physically possible or else. The "or else" felt unlike anything Mihawk had ever felt before. Like the worst kind of threat, worse than death, worse than torture. He wasn't a man familiar with that kind of fear, but right then, he couldn't even begin to fathom the idea of a life without Koby. A life without them- without a family, without--)
[Koby might actually black out a little when Mihawk starts moving -- or the opposite of it, white out, maybe, something like a thousand dazzling stars and the sun on the sea dancing through his head. He holds on tight, cries out and gasps and curls his hands tight into Mihawk's fur, letting the wave of pleasure rise and crest and break through him again and again. Either he's just come three times in a row or it's been one long blissful, giddy climax, Koby's not too particular about clarifying which.
And then Mihawk's pressing even deeper, and Koby's nails dig in tight, his neck throbbing and his body arching up and his voice going high and sharp and pleading as the wolf (his mate, his, all his) releases inside him. He might be a little biased after all this time, but Koby can't imagine that anything in any world feels better than Mihawk knotting him, the stretch, the burn, the fullness of it. He's nearly sobbing at how good it is, face pressed to the wolf's furry shoulder, body nearly senseless with pleasure, shuddering and quivering.
The soft, earnest whimpers rumbling through Mihawk's enormous form rouse Koby from that hazy, blissful, fucked-out place, his fingers twitching, moving, clumsily stroking at the wolf's neck, cheek, up to his ears.] S'okay. M'here. [Koby can't quite open his eyes, can't move except to shiver and pet at Mihawk's fur, moving to kiss the underside of his jaw. He nuzzles where he can hear the wolf's hear racing, breathing raspy and heavy.] I'm here, Mihawk. Not going anywhere, not ever. Never.
[It's the sort of promise Koby wouldn't have made while in a clear headspace -- except maybe he would, maybe he means it more than he fears it, finally. Maybe the sense of contentment, of stability and safety and home is worth it. Maybe he can curl his fingers into Mihawk's fur and whisper against his fur:] I love you, so, so much.
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Koby had a way of seducing Mihawk endlessly. Mihawk wasn't really one who was often interested in sex, but oh, Koby...
Could anyone truly blame him? With how beautiful he looked split open on Mihawk's cock, human or otherwise? The way he took him so effortlessly, so gladly?
Then he's begging for Mihawk to go harder and Mihawk nearly blacks out. He thrusts relentlessly against Koby, hard and without hesitance. His cock slips in and out of Koby effortlessly, glistening more and more between Koby's own orgasm and whatever precum was steadily pumping out of Mihawk.
Then all at once, he's gripping Koby and slamming him down hard onto his cock. When he comes, it's in a hot burst, thicker and far more in quantity than it has ever been when he was human. Enough that he can feel some of it seeping out of Koby, dripping down between them. It's not until that moment that Mihawk realizes he's been growling loudly for the past few seconds, snarling, but not at Koby. Rather at anything stupid enough to be within a mile of them or so. Mihawk huffs against Koby's neck, whining lowly, mouthing again at where he had bitten him earlier.
That's about when he begins to swell inside of Koby. Mihawk nestles closer, whining even louder, because suddenly it felt like a life-or-death situation of needing to just be as close as physically possible or else. The "or else" felt unlike anything Mihawk had ever felt before. Like the worst kind of threat, worse than death, worse than torture. He wasn't a man familiar with that kind of fear, but right then, he couldn't even begin to fathom the idea of a life without Koby. A life without them- without a family, without--)
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And then Mihawk's pressing even deeper, and Koby's nails dig in tight, his neck throbbing and his body arching up and his voice going high and sharp and pleading as the wolf (his mate, his, all his) releases inside him. He might be a little biased after all this time, but Koby can't imagine that anything in any world feels better than Mihawk knotting him, the stretch, the burn, the fullness of it. He's nearly sobbing at how good it is, face pressed to the wolf's furry shoulder, body nearly senseless with pleasure, shuddering and quivering.
The soft, earnest whimpers rumbling through Mihawk's enormous form rouse Koby from that hazy, blissful, fucked-out place, his fingers twitching, moving, clumsily stroking at the wolf's neck, cheek, up to his ears.] S'okay. M'here. [Koby can't quite open his eyes, can't move except to shiver and pet at Mihawk's fur, moving to kiss the underside of his jaw. He nuzzles where he can hear the wolf's hear racing, breathing raspy and heavy.] I'm here, Mihawk. Not going anywhere, not ever. Never.
[It's the sort of promise Koby wouldn't have made while in a clear headspace -- except maybe he would, maybe he means it more than he fears it, finally. Maybe the sense of contentment, of stability and safety and home is worth it. Maybe he can curl his fingers into Mihawk's fur and whisper against his fur:] I love you, so, so much.