[Randy moans into the kiss, almost entirely muffled as anything but vibrating sound caught between them. He's so overcome, feeling Moon come again, his attention split between kissing his lover and working both his cocks as best he can, truly a rubbing one's belly and patting one's head situation.]
[Moon eventually and reluctantly comes to rest under Randy's efforts, gently swaying in place like a muted echo of his earlier vigour, too well-spent to do more anything more than think about moving again. his kisses turn lazier, more indulgent, and as his panting slows, he starts crooning instead.]
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