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Current mood:	First try at Porn Battle! /o/
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Fic: Digital Devil Saga
Title: Semantics
Rating: R
Warnings: NSFW
Word count: 177
Prompt: Shin Megami Tensei: Digital Devil Saga, Lupa/Gale, paint, tracing the mark of the Wolves

A/N: Done for porn_battle


The word "orgasm" lingered in Gale's mind, tasting strange when he half-whispered it, seconds before he lost it and came, groaning.

His semen and Lupa's streaked his belly white, whiter than his own skin, translucent in the blue lights of the Waterways. He stood there when Lupa slumped against him without minding the mess, his serene expression somewhat ruffled, somewhat desperate underneath.

A minute or two had passed, perhaps, and Lupa brought a hand to the wetness between both of them, stroke calloused fingers through it. The smell reached Gale's nose, salty and metallic, pleasant like blood. Then he felt those same fingers caressing his face, sticky against his cheekbones. He didn't make a move to stop it, the sensation strangely more foreign than what they just had done, and discovered he had been holding his breath when Lupa let his hand drop.

"You're one of my kin now," Lupa muttered, now starting to draw lines with his come over Gale's wrists.

Gale nodded, and for once, he said nothing. He didn't understand, but he wanted to.