“Fuck it,” he said and pulled his fingers out. “I’m not cumming until I really need it — or until I get to *actually* cum with orgasm and sparkles.”
Xane threw soundless fireworks into the air and chuckled. “Here we goooo. Ughhhh.”
The shortest, but most aesthetic demigod directed his load haphazardly away, avoiding most of the splash. He was surrounded by shining sparkles.
“Looks fun,” Marcus said. “Does it feel any better?”
“Not one bit,” Xane said, mock-cheerful. “I’m sticky as a motherfucker and not a hair less horny.”
Marcus pulled out, too. “Fine. No orgasm, no point. I can wait.”
“Since fucking when?” Chay asked, because he knew Xane would have asked it with a more derisive tone if he hadn’t.
Goro cracked his knuckled and walked toward the Wyvern.
“Let’s steal half a key stone,” Chay said and gestured for Xane to magically wipe him down. If he had to play the leader, he was going to enjoy the privileges.