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TW: smut, size kink, teratophilia?, female and male oral only (no p in v) A hiss sucked through his gritte fangs as a part of him finally felt unrestrained. Tumb smearing the translucent beads over the pink mushroom tip, Maxxor groaned into the cloth to both muffle his groans and keep himself intoxicated on her scent, his eyes fluttered shut as he began to slowly stroke the veiny base in his palm and he felt it twitch in response as if it was annoyed his postponing.   At any other day, any other time, Maxxor would not dare to go this far, especially his... imagination. He's always so busy to take care of other things.   With Catherine at mind, his soul already felt more at peace — actual peace and excitement just by thinking about her, about them just hanging out is all that he wants, now his needs are just forcefully spurred to other directions than just listening to her talking about anything.   Maxxor is, for the lack of better words, still figuring out his feelings he has