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Artist's commentary
He's so cooked
Image Description
Drunk off of Criticality's (he/him) pure magic essence, Adra (they/them) rolls their hips against his cock.
Adra: Ahh... I need it...
Crit: Gnnnn!
Adra: I need it inside me.They pull on his collar, burying their face against Criticality's neck and jaw, muttering pleadingly in their sultry, smoky voice.
Adra: *whine*
Crit: hmmn...
Adra: (small) please...
Caption (pointing at Crit): doing so much math to see if he can put it inside them without blowing immediately.

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