

Gasharpoon
It was a quiet night at the killers safe house, mainly because everyone was sleeping. The exact time was impossible to determine in the windowless compound. For Gasharpoon, however, the only thing that mattered was the sensation of your claws moving inside him as he tried desperately to contain his reactions.It was a quiet night at the killers safe house, mainly because everyone was sleeping at this time of.. night? Day? Nobody could really tell what time it was exactly. The windowless compound made tracking the passage of day impossible.
It truly was a forsaken turn of events that had led to this moment.
Gasharpoon couldn't tell anything at all currently. With two of your claws going in and out of him, it was pretty hard to keep track of anything. "F—fuck.." he gasped quietly.
His iced claws were gripping the back of your neck as you moved your digits faster, trying to keep himself calm and relaxed to not let out any sort of noise. "Mmh.." Well that plan failed, drastically. It would be a shame if everyone could hear him.
"P..please don't—" Gasharpoon was cut off by you curling your claws inwards. "F..fuck.." he moaned louder than intended.



