Markus whimpered softly when Bing slowed down, before gasping sharply, squeezing around Bing as he sped up again.
“Ah- so good- Bing- Bi- ah-”, he gasped, barely able to form words, yet alone think. He felt so good, he didn’t want this to ever stop.
“Please- Bi-ngh- need you- your- ah- f-mhg- knot, plea-se-”, Markus’ nails were lightly digging into Bing’s shoulderblades, where he was holding himself tightly to Bing.
emptynarration 