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Quakitus loved Pika like this. He was so fucking pretty, his eyes lidded and his body trembling under Quakitus. It was electric, figuratively and literally.
"F-fuck—taking me so well, sparks." Quak purred, just to hear Pika's breath hitch and to hear the man under her gasp.
"Quakitus— please, s-omebody is going to hear us..." Pika said. It was true. Their window was opened for all the one lifers down there to hear them. "Who, like Nufuli?" Quakitus asked, thrusting harder, making Pika cry out.
Quakitus leaned down to bite Pika's back. "Let them hear. Let them know your mine." She rubbed Pika's thigh, punching another sharp breath from Pika as the man laughed breathlessly.
"Y-you're— mmmm— fucking crazy..." Pika tried to force himself to be calm, but Quak didn't like that.
She flipped Pika over, revealing his glistening cunt. She hooked Pika's legs onto her own shoulders and lined up again and pushed in, not waiting for Pika to adjust to the new position, fucking into him.
"F-fuck!" Pika screamed, rolling his head back, "F-faster, please!" Quakitus didn't need to be told twice, muttering to Pika as she fucked him, "You're taking me so good, you're ass is tight as a virgin."
Pika didn't answer with words as much as garbled moans. He was clearly close. Quakitus fucked him into it, pushing him over the edge until Pika came undone, Quak fucked into Pika throughout the orgasm.
Quak finally pulled out and Pika was slightly zoned out, until he glanced at Quak's cock, her own orgasm still close, but she had clearly wanted Pika to be comfortable.
"Want me to help you?" Pika asked, his voice slurred.
She shrugged, moving her brown braid, now messed up and tangled, out of her face, "Nah, it's good."
Pika turned away, muttering under his breath, "Man, you know, I think I still fuck better with a strap."
Quakitus shot a sharp glare towards Pika. Yeah, no, they can go for a while longer.