[ It's dripping and melting that way and the sound is shifting and IV can tell, can tell that it's close.

(that he's pleasing it)

(that he's doing well)

(it starts to fill him up again and IV nearly chokes with the force of his need, rocks back urgently onto the tendril inside of him and sucks again at the one in his mouth)

It's good, it's so good, even so soon after his orgasm IV is hard and dripping again with precome, moaning brokenly around the tendril in his mouth in an odd harmony with Black Mist's crooning.

(he'll do this, he'll do this to please it and then)

(and then he'll bring it V)

(because he wants V here, wants him here now and he thinks, suddenly, I could--)

(it can hear him, can't it, he thinks)

(he could call for V, he'd sound desperate enough at this time to perhaps move even V to concern)

(and then it could have the both of them)

(please, he thinks) ]