It’s when they’re together like this that Tiras’ natural abilities take hold of Snake. It wasn’t that he wasn’t affected by them earlier, it’s just not an all-consuming need like he feels right now. If he were to think about it (which he’s not at the moment) he’d just figure Tiras wasn’t actually trying to entrance him. He felt the pull whenever he saw Tiras (which was, admittedly, only twice at this point), but Snake simply wasn’t assuming about it. If Tiras wanted to fuck, Tiras would make that clear to him.

And that’s when Snake’s brain shuts off and only Tiras remains.

Well, Tiras and the need to wring every drop of pleasure the incubus can provide.

Tiras made him feel feverish, breathless as he rocked his hips up from the bed to push his dick as deep as could. Snake’s head fell back, eyes closed as Tiras worked his mouth along his erection. Every time he added more suction, every time he felt his head slip back into the tight channel of Tiras’ throat, Snake let out small, wanton cries.

“Fuck,” he hissed out, clutching tightly at Tiras hair. It was too soon, but he already felt the heat churning low in his gut, ready to explode. It’s not that he didn’t want shoot his load down Tiras’ throat – oh how he wanted to! – he just didn’t want Tiras sucking him off to end so soon.