[ There's a little noise of desperation, when IV first registers that Black Mist is getting quieter. When the haze in his mind starts to clear, starts to leave only the burning need and nothing to calm it.

Before long, he's jerking in Black Mist's grip, skin slick with sweat and oil, every exhalation accompanied by a loud groan and each one only just barely muffled by the tendril in his mouth. It's not long after that, either, that he arches and lets the tendril slip free from his mouth entirely.

(he wants to drink, he wants everything it will give but)

(this isn't enough)

(he needs more and it's not being given to him and he knows, even in this state, that Black Mist won't give in and let him come until Chris has broken)

(so he throws his head back, bearing down on the tendrils that are fucking him, and calls out loud and needy) ]

Please, please, more. Ah, ah, I need more, please-- please I'll do anything I need it please, please!

[ His eyes snap open then, finding Chris and focusing on him. ]

V. Chris. A-ah, nii-san-- please. Please, nii-san...