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His tongue wound around it, curling tightly around the soft flesh and stroking it.
Crying out softly, King tightened his grip on the sheets again, tossing his head as he quickly approached his limit, slowly beginning to thrust into Brooklyn's warm mouth.
Brooklyn turned his gazed down, feeling Kira pull at his hands, his eyes locked on him, able to feel the tiny pressence trying to get into his mind.
Kira squeezed at Brooklyn's fingers for a moment, crying out in joy as he continued poking at the shield, thinking it to be a game of sorts. Even the slight hint of Mama's annoyance at seeing that the papercopying machine was jammed once more failed to dampen his spirits.