i am a grown adult. i do not want minors here. not a safe place for minors. i hope all minors following me die a traumatic death.very mentally ill, so proceed with caution.
I'm brainrotted with the thought of Kaveh and Haitham fucking Tighnari's fluffy ears until they're full of cum and sweat. And he's crying because when Cyno does it he's gentle, caring and soothing and it feels so *so* good.
But the couple is sloppy, maybe because there's two of them and it's hard to keep the pace slow, and they're impossibly messy. Tighnari can feel the sweat staining and clumping his fur together. It's not bad...it's just too much.
His boyfriend sitting on the side and just watching it happen doesn't make it better, he feels so embarrassed and he can't help the way his cock pathetically throbs in his pants. The two are sloppily kissing above him, two pairs of hands clutched tightly in his hair.
'Go on he can cum like that...' and he can't bear to look at his boyfriend, chewing his lip as he lets himself be manhandled by the two, with low grunts reaching his clogged ears he knows they're both close...again.
They're hectic now, out of pace and he's sure he feels their dicks touch somewhere in his brain somehow.
His ears twitch and shake as they are filled up, fresh cum dripping all the way down his neck and he's cumming too, breathless and dizzy.
He only has so much time to peak his eyes open to look at Cyno, who's spread open on a chair, eyes closed and head thrown back, his cock slick in spit.
With just a pathetic buck of his hips, he's creaming his underwear, hot and thick load creating a wet dark patch in his front. He struggles to swallow, afraid that his ears might pop uncomfortably with two thick cocks plugging them shut.
When his vision clears again he can only see Cyno's mouth moving, saying something in form of a praise that he can't make out, but he feels the hands on his head loosen and pet him gently, easing him down from his high before slowly pulling out.
They rub and calm down against his reddened cheeks, boney hands massaging his sore ears.
'see I told you, that shuts his smart mouth right up..." he hears it like it's a whisper, despite the fact that Cyno got up from his chair now, his finger collecting some of the release from one of his ears, scooping it up until it's partially out of the way and he can make out the soft coo against his earlobe.