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Killer didn't care that Dust slept most of each day away, he knew that being awake was hard. Sometimes, though, it was hard. Especially when the timing was inconvenient.
Dust was on his back, legs spread. Killer thrusted into his tight pussy, biting and licking down the other's vertebral column as he went. “heh, you're so wet for me, did ya dream about me or something?” Killer teased, but got no response. Confused, he looked up at his partner.
Somehow, Dust fell asleep in the middle of being fucked. Honestly, Killer was too impressed to be offended. He huffed out a laugh and kissed Dust's clavicle. Still though, the timing could have been better. Killer's cock throbbed, and Dust involuntarily clenched down around it.
“hhnf. shit,” Killer hissed through his teeth. The right thing to do would be to pull out, he certainly couldn't wake the other skeleton up. Slowly, Killer pulled back, groaning low under his breath. It was like Dust didn't want to let him go, his wet cunt wrapped tightly around his dick.
Killer managed to pull out far enough so that only the tip remained inside. Then, he thrust back in to the hilt. Dust wouldn't mind, and besides, he'd been so needy recently. If he woke up because Killer was taking care of him, then that just showed how good of a partner he was.
He gently took Dust's clavicle between his teeth, gnawing on the bone as his thrusts picked up speed again. The other's breathing remained steady, and a thrill shot down Killer's spine and straight to his dick.
He wondered how many rounds he could go before Dust woke up?