Hideaway Strath Oh, I just want to take him home

Hemlock croons beneath him but he has dismissed it as the ministrations of Lotte and not his doing. Given the current circumstances and the time afterwords that Hemlock and him could not physically part from one another he is unable to aid in such endeavors. He does what he can do to make it pleasurable for her. Arturo nearly loses it, nearly brings the rocks of their hips to an end at Lotte’s teasing ministrations; she certainly helps the process along (despite that he doesn’t truly need assistance). His pace slows as the tension within him builds, like the tightening of a coil and with a last roll of his hips his seed spills within her. After a few moments, Arturo releases her scruff and slides off of her as to not further burden her with his weight by accidentally collapsing upon her, spent as he is. He is careful not to tear them apart when he moves and takes in a deep breath and releases it in a slow exhale. “We haven’t discussed names yet.” The gangster murmurs with a soft chuckle, though he leaves the choice up to pillow talk up to Hemlock.