Two Eyes Cenote [m] hard odds to beat when you're on all fours

Abruptly, one of Inji’s slender legs slung around his pastel shoulders. Talisman could feel her breath caressing his cheek as she spoke in a voice that could only be called sultry. He went rigid under her attention, simultaneously bashful and intrigued. His insides squirmed.

He felt as though there were two snakes lashing around in his stomach, battling one another. One of them was awkward and anxious, the other was bubbling with lust. Every point where he and Inji touched felt so sensitive that Talis wasn’t sure if he wanted to lean into it or away. He glanced at her purple eyes and the more salacious of the serpents devoured its opponent in a lecherous ouroboros.

Now, like right now? he repeated, just to be clear. I mean, yeah. If you’re down, then so am I, Talis said, pale eyes now searching her face.

As far as he knew, Inji wasn’t in season—perhaps that’s what she’d meant to say earlier—and pups weren’t a possibility. That was sort of a shame, in his book, but Talis was fine with a practice run. He felt his belly dipping and swooping, the snake wantonly burrowing into his core. He surprised himself by making a rumbling noise low in his throat, a final, wordless note of consent.

Would it be alright to fade this to black here? :)