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Israh lay curled against Sereva, his nose pressed against Sereva's throat. Sereva is breathing somewhat heavy, his gills washing used air and water against Israh's lips with powerful thrusts. Israh caresses Sereva's cock, flaccid and used. Their cum has been washed away by a gentle current. Sereva's eyes are half-lidded with exhaustion. Israh nibbles gently at a gill, wanting to startle Sereva but not wanting to draw blood. Sereva whimpers, and his gaze drifts to meet Israh's.

"You're not done yet?" he asks, and Israh smiles softly against Sereva's skin. "Old people're supposed to tire quicker." Israh chuckles quietly. His erection twitches against Sereva's tail.

"I'm not going to stick it in right now," he assured Sereva, who huffs. "But," Israh's fingers curl tighter around Sereva's cock. "I still wanna play a little." Sereva groans, but doesn't protest when Israh's grip tightens even more.

He has to be mindful of his claws. After all, blood could draw hunger to them both, and ruin the moment, and could also attract the attention of other blood-loving folks and creatures. But he wants to tease, in the mood for some whimpers and moans. So Israh's grip tightens further, squeezing down hard on the cock in his hand. It's soft and pliable, but full of nerve endings. Sereva's tired eyes open a little more, his lips parting a bit as he lets out a whine. His cock twitches softly. Israh releases it. Sereva lets out another, longer, whine.

Israh slides his fingers to Sereva's slit, and dips his fingers inside. He doesn't bother starting with just one. He doesn't have to. He's already stretched Sereva's anus with his cock, and it's still a bit loose.

Still, Sereva can definitely feel it when Israh hooks his finger around the rim and stretches, pulling at the raw skin. It draws a hiss from Sereva. Israh hisses his throat, and licks gently over his gills. Sereva lets out a gasp.

Israh's fingers move around inside Sereva for a while, pulling and pushing. His knuckles pass the rim, and the slit is stretched around his fist. He teases Sereva's insides. He can feel them pulse. He also sees Sereva's cock slowly wake, and when it's half-hard, Israh pulls his hand from Sereva's slit. Sereva draws out a whimper, a sign of need. Israh grasps his cock again and pumps it, gently at first, then hard. Sereva tense against the sand, his back arching a little, as Israh's grip tightens beyond comfort. Israh turns Sereva's head towards him and gives his shivering lips a kiss. He draws out the touches, slowing down to a stop when he feels Sereva close to orgasming. Sereva whimpers and grumbles. Israh smiles, digs his fingers into the cock, and draws a cry from Sereva.

He stays mindful of Sereva's reactions as he keeps teasing with just a tad bit too much force. He won't let him cum just yet.

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