[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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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.