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Vincent lifted his head feeling Rick come inside of him and he closed his eyes as he continued moving his hips, getting closer to his own release. That's when he felt the metal balls and the water. For some reason, that drove him crazy. He let out a series of rough grunts as he rammed his hips into Rick at a slower pace, wanting to pump as much out of Rick as he could before he himself came with a long moan. He finally stopped moving and sat there with his face in the side of Rick's neck, his arms wrapped around Rick's shoulders. Water, semen, and the balls were all stuffed in his hole, making the afterglow much more intense. He liked his hole being filled that way, he just never discovered it until now. He pulled back to look at Rick and smiled softly as he gingerly moved some hair out of Rick's sweat-stained face. That's the same expression Rick made the first night. He almost looked brain-dead.
"You know, if I really wanted to be cruel, I'd take a picture to keep with me." Vincent purred before kissing Rick's cheek gently, then he rested his chin on Rick's shoulder and ran a hand slowly along Rick's bicep in a thinking manner. Maybe he was lonely, and he clung to Rick because he knew the human was lonely too. He rolled his eyes at the sappiness of the idea and quickly pushed it out of the way. Rick's body was designed to withstand what Vincent had to offer, which usually took weeks if not months of conditioning and training. Still, that couldn't be the only reason why the thought of Rick leaving bothered him.
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