[ Whatever coherent thought he was capable of is pretty much gone by now - the pheromones were already making it impossible for him to think straight, but the touch on his riptide is the final nail in the coffee. He lets out a pleased groan as Haruki bites on his neck, and he immediately starts rocking his hips against him as Caeli moves that tentacle between them ]

I want that. I want to see — how pretty his face is going to look as you fuck him senseless.