[Once Wriothesley gets a taste he wants more. It's been awhile since he's been so into a dick like this but he really is drooling over Satan's which is great csuse it keeps his tongue more than wet enough as he continues to lick at the length of him. His tongue swirls around the tip of him, enjoying just getting that flesh a bit more aroused under his touch before he's taking him fully into his mouth and taking just his tip at first. He teases it more, letting his tongue rub against it as hallows out his mouth to take more.
He swallows a bit more but has to pull back when Satan's tongue enters him, his eyes closing and unable to control the moan leaving him.]
F-Fuck...ah....
[Wriothesley's legs shake a little as Satan goes to town on him. He's really unable to get a thought across other than to make sure to stay up on his legs. He manages to go back to his own task of sucking Satan off but he's clearly distracted.]
[Even worse; with the way Wriothesley turns to jelly for a moment, that just makes Satan want to drive him even more insane. Who needs more than this? Isn't this the main course? Hot mouth on his dick that he's lazily bucking into, clearly experienced tongue working him to full hardness and milking precum out of him for all he's worth, fat ass right in his face and hands...
This is the life.
....And there's no way that Satan's not also delivering a play-spank, more a tap than anything actually painful, to one quivering thigh as he worms his tongue inside that cute little hole. Just a little, just the tip at first, then more and more each time he pulls it out and smooches away. More and more, fatly worming inside until he's sure his tongue's a second away from cramping, but maybe if he can just probe a little deeper, he'll be able to hit the sweet spot?
[Satan's tongue is longue but it isn't long enough enough to hit him as deep as he needs him to go. It still feels utterly amazing to have that tongue so deep inside him. Wriothesley csn barely focus on his own task and keeping himself up at the same time with how deeply Satan's tongue fucking him.
Sure, he takes Satan deeper into his own mouth, but it's really only cause he's so unfocused he's not worried about gagging or anything like that. His own ministrations on Satan are purely running on instinct at the moment. More weight is put on Satan as his thighs shake more from the pleasure his ass is getting as he continue to moan with a mouth full of cock]
[At this point, Wriothesley not giving the best, tightest, most vacuum-sealed head doesn't matter; it's slick wet heat that he can still buck into, so Satan's very, very content. He's more focused on eating him out too, to be honest; never mind the way he's probably not far from cumming, when he gets to feel such a big guy turn to absolute mush in his hands (and mouth).
Almost better than the salt-sweat taste and the still hot, red skin burning against his palms as he keeps Wriothesley spread open. Maybe equal to. But
his tongue's indeed cramping so like. Break for a second. One reluctant, regretful kiss against his hole, before Satan starts kissing over his perineum instead, nibbling gently down to his balls. No tongue, or at least not enough to make the poor muscle hurt more, just mouthing and huffing happily away.]
...You're gonna hurt yourself, you keep staying up like this. Kehehe. [smooch smooch smooch, this time along the crease of Wriothesley's innermost thigh.] Just sit on my goddamn face already, pretty-boy.
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He swallows a bit more but has to pull back when Satan's tongue enters him, his eyes closing and unable to control the moan leaving him.]
F-Fuck...ah....
[Wriothesley's legs shake a little as Satan goes to town on him. He's really unable to get a thought across other than to make sure to stay up on his legs. He manages to go back to his own task of sucking Satan off but he's clearly distracted.]
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This is the life.
....And there's no way that Satan's not also delivering a play-spank, more a tap than anything actually painful, to one quivering thigh as he worms his tongue inside that cute little hole. Just a little, just the tip at first, then more and more each time he pulls it out and smooches away. More and more, fatly worming inside until he's sure his tongue's a second away from cramping, but maybe if he can just probe a little deeper, he'll be able to hit the sweet spot?
(Of course not. But a devil can dream.)]
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Sure, he takes Satan deeper into his own mouth, but it's really only cause he's so unfocused he's not worried about gagging or anything like that. His own ministrations on Satan are purely running on instinct at the moment. More weight is put on Satan as his thighs shake more from the pleasure his ass is getting as he continue to moan with a mouth full of cock]
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Almost better than the salt-sweat taste and the still hot, red skin burning against his palms as he keeps Wriothesley spread open. Maybe equal to. But
his tongue's indeed cramping so like. Break for a second. One reluctant, regretful kiss against his hole, before Satan starts kissing over his perineum instead, nibbling gently down to his balls. No tongue, or at least not enough to make the poor muscle hurt more, just mouthing and huffing happily away.]
...You're gonna hurt yourself, you keep staying up like this. Kehehe. [smooch smooch smooch, this time along the crease of Wriothesley's innermost thigh.] Just sit on my goddamn face already, pretty-boy.