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"Please," Magnus sobs, and Kravitz feels warm breath against his thigh on his exhale, "please let me try again?"

The rasp in his voice makes Kravitz want to tell him no almost as much as he aches to have his mouth again; desire wins over logic with the help of Magnus' eager, wet kisses up to the crux of his thighs, and when he hooks a knee over Magnus' shoulder again, he swallows him greedily after barely a second.

The slick appendages between his legs are just as eager, the bulk of them soothing over Magnus' tongue while others explore his face, leave shining grey slick over his cheek. When Magnus whimpers, throat vibrating around his lengths, Kravitz has to tug hard on his hair to keep from losing his composure, letting himself unfurl into Magnus' oesophagus. He takes a long, gasping breath when the lengths of him are away from Magnus' mouth, ignores how the tendrils reach for those soft, stained lips.

"I wanna see," Magnus starts, coughs up slick and saliva, "I wanna /feel/ it, Kravitz, when you--"

The spark in his groin is impossible to ignore in this form he's taken; guiding himself into Magnus' waiting mouth is selfish and easy. His own mouth waters at the feeling, at how he can /tell/ Magnus is doing his best to not gag, to be /good/ for him. In the span of a few wet thrusts, that sweet, rough tongue has Kravitz coming, grey slick gushing from him until Magnus has to swallow around him. Those dark brown eyes look up to meet him, and the wanting is so plain on his face, so Kravitz obliges him, and holds fast in his mouth when the thickest of his members deposits three small, black eggs inside him, bulging prettily in his throat as he swallows them down.

Magnus sucks in a heaving breath as Kravitz lets him go, allows himself to kneel on shaky legs. He kisses slick and spit off that sweet, pink face, and finds joy and lust in Magnus' sated smile.