>>2497985Each thrust from Ranulf, frantic and aggressive, brought a rough, harsh moan out of Ike's throat. Sometimes, Ranulf would pull back specially fast, and bare a grin as he managed to get Ike's voice to snap up half an octave.
"Man, Ike... you know, you feel like..."
"Hahh--" Ike panted, and, somewhat exasperated, barked back, "Like what--? Ah, fuck--"
"Like--" Ranulf repeated, feeling Ike tighten. He knew he was close, and he would time it just right.
"What----AH-- like *what*?" Ike begged.
"Like nyah," Ranulf said, dipping his fist at the wrist.
Ike snarled, came, and hated himself deeply.
