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.
Markus gasped and moaned as Bing pushed into him, clinging onto his neck. He moaned lewdly at each thrust, head pressed back against the mattress.
“All yours all yours-”, he gasped, clenching around Bing, loving how he felt.
Bing moaned deeply before sucking on Markus’ new mark, wanting to just show that he was his, and that he loved him.
“Such a good boy, I love you Markus, I love how small you are, I love how beautiful you are, I love how it feels to be this close to you,” he muttered drunkenly as he continued his fast thrusts.
“I’ll do everything to love you. No matter what, I love you so much Markus.”
Markus was blushing deeply at Bing’s words, clearly flustered even though his heat was making thinking very hard as well.
“I love you too, so so much, I want your pups, yours, I do, so much, I love you-”, he rambled softly, half out of his mind, gasping and moaning at each thrust, breaking up his sentences and words even.
Markus was soon pretty comfortable just reading aloud to Agnes. It was nice, and he enjoyed reading anyways. His voice did start to hurt a little after an hour or two of reading, though that didn’t seem to bother him much.
Agnes was leaning on the chair. She laid her head next to his lap and listened with a smile. She loved the way he told the story. She reacted across the spectrum at appropriate times, and giggled softly every once in a while. She loved this time with him.
Markus didn’t want to stop. For once, mostly just because he liked how Agnes paid attention to him, how she enjoyed listening to him. It made him really happy that something he was doing was good and enjoyable. So he continued reading even once his voice started hurting.
Markus gasped and moaned as Bing pushed into him, clinging onto his neck. He moaned lewdly at each thrust, head pressed back against the mattress.
“All yours all yours-”, he gasped, clenching around Bing, loving how he felt.
Markus whined when he could basically smell Bing walk past, waiting desperately for him to come back to him. He was more than happy when Bing sat down with him, happily straddling his hips.
“Don’t wanna wait..”, Markus whined, grinding against Bing, desperate little sounds leaving him. He didn’t want to have to move, he wanted to be pleasured right now. He didn’t much care about eventual stains he’d cause.
Bing laughs softly before shaking his head. He stood up and carried Markus with him, letting him do what ever he wanted. They should just keep doing this on the bed, it’ll help Markus not hurt as much.
Once they were back in the room, Bing laid the omega down before stripping them of their clothes again, kissing and nipping at Markus’ neck and jaw, gently grinding against him to hear more of his pretty little sounds.
Markus whined loudly as Bing stood up, clinging tightly to him. He kissed and sucked on Bing’s neck as he was carried, whining again when he was set down again. He was glad to be rid of his shirt, gasping and moaning as Bing ground against him.
“Bing… Alpha… Need you so badly..”, he whimpered, soft gasps and moans spilling from his lips.
Markus was soon pretty comfortable just reading aloud to Agnes. It was nice, and he enjoyed reading anyways. His voice did start to hurt a little after an hour or two of reading, though that didn’t seem to bother him much.
“Ah- n-no- it’s- it’s okay!”, Markus looked up to her when she stood up. “I- I don’t.. I don’t mind, really.”, he said quieter. No one ever was interested in what he was reading -he was barely allowed to read normally. He would like it if she wanted to hear the story of the book.
Agnes smiles and sits back down. “Are you sure? I would love to hear you tell me the story.” She hums softly. “Maybe I could repay the favour later.”
“I’m sure..”, Markus replied softly and nodded. He was very sure, he really wanted to read for Agnes.
So he shifted until he sat cross-legged, and moved back to the first page of the book. He didn’t mind starting over.
So he carefully and softly began reading. After a few pages he seemed to get more confident in it, less quiet and stuttering less.
Markus whined when he could basically smell Bing walk past, waiting desperately for him to come back to him. He was more than happy when Bing sat down with him, happily straddling his hips.
“Don’t wanna wait..”, Markus whined, grinding against Bing, desperate little sounds leaving him. He didn’t want to have to move, he wanted to be pleasured right now. He didn’t much care about eventual stains he’d cause.
“Ah- n-no- it’s- it’s okay!”, Markus looked up to her when she stood up. “I- I don’t.. I don’t mind, really.”, he said quieter. No one ever was interested in what he was reading -he was barely allowed to read normally. He would like it if she wanted to hear the story of the book.
Their eyes widened as they watched, fascinated as Quinton just got wings!
“Oohh!”, they didn’t really have any words to exclaim their fascination, but they curiously reached out to them, wanting to touch Quinton’s wings.“Want to touch!”, they said, glad they had learned that word at the very least, even if Quinton had just barely mentioned it before. He was just very very excited! And he wanted to touch!
The wings gently relaxed after a few seconds extended and Quint chuckled in small delight at the little coo.
“Ofcourse, just be careful.” They were sensative, but it wasn’t a bad thing he simply might jump was all if he hadn’t been asked, and he was glad the smaller had such lovely little manners.
“They’re very soft aren’t they? They’re such a bother to clean.. I don’t get to have them out very often. They cause trouble, getting in the way.” He mildly rambled idly. It was rather nice to have company since he’d not been expecting any on his walk.
The little spirit happily scooted closer, so they were almost right next to Quinton, and reached out to touch his wings. “Soft!”, they exclaimed, smiling as they gently pet the wing, slightly carding their fingers through the feathers. It was really nice!
“Hair bother to clean!”, they hummed, nodding. Already their hair had leafs and twigs stuck in them, and they weren’t going to bother cleaning their hair. It would just get full of stuff again next time he climbed into his tree!
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