[How could he not spray ink when Jade is pounding him into the mud with such vicious strength that he struggles to breathe? When he's fucking him straight through a climax that he could only barely handle to begin with? Rook's voice rises to a fever pitch, tongue and teeth clashing against Jade's in blind need. Given how much seed he's leaving splattered over them both, Azul and Floyd will probably both know exactly what happened the moment Jade steps into the room, won't they? At least he can simply mask the scent with a little mud, and his human dormmates will be none the wiser.
That..... is a future problem though, not a present one. At present, all Rook can manage is curling against Jade, spent and exhausted, mind embarrassingly hazy as his suckers gradually release their iron grips. Easy, vulnerable prey, should Jade have anything unsavory in mind--but he just doesn't have it in him to do anything about it right now. Not when even his instinctive camouflage is so slow to overtake the brilliant spectacle of his arousal. What is Jade talking about? His name? Why?]
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That..... is a future problem though, not a present one. At present, all Rook can manage is curling against Jade, spent and exhausted, mind embarrassingly hazy as his suckers gradually release their iron grips. Easy, vulnerable prey, should Jade have anything unsavory in mind--but he just doesn't have it in him to do anything about it right now. Not when even his instinctive camouflage is so slow to overtake the brilliant spectacle of his arousal. What is Jade talking about? His name? Why?]
Is it.....?