.........don't mind him he's just going to try and scoop up as much as possible, before sucking his fingers clean with clear relish, smugly chortling around his hand.]
--Yeah, I noticed you came. You're still young, right? Or-- I dunno how humans age so much, it's hard to tell. But you'll only need a few seconds, huh? [Satan, no. He's not 18 by a long shot. Calm it.] Don't you worry about me, I'll just get my dick out already. Kehehehe, you're so cute...I'll hafta punish you for that once you've caught your breath.
Or I could fuck you. [Punctuated by the shfffff of his zipper, and with a little rummaging, his very pretty flush-pink cock pops out of his clothes.] But I can wait.
[He practically starts to choke on his own breath at that it surprises him so much. He knows Satan isn't human and he understands him not getting how humans age but even neuvillette knew he was middle aged by how he looked. His appearance was a dead give away he waa older. He has to grip the couch more for a moment as he coughs, still taken a back by that comment and once he catches his breath he clear his throat. ]
I'm 40, for a human that's already half their expected age in some cases. I'm middle aged, some consider me an old man even. I'm not young at all. You really couldn't tell from the grey in my hair?
[his voice is still harsh from the previous moaning and the fact he was just choking. He watches as Satan starts to undress more and so Wriothesley does the same and finally takes off his top leaving him fully nude for Satan to admire. His body really is covered in scars, discoloration almost everywhere on him and thick black body hair covering his chest and arms down to his dick. Now that he's topless, Satan can finally see those pierced nipples he felt days go, both of them glinting silver against the dark of his chest.]
I....need more than a few seconds in between. It's why I stopped you. I'm sorry.... but like I said you can use me if you'd like or I can pleasure you.
[The term 'use' slips from his lips too easily as if he's been in this situation before. Since his ass still hurts he moves from the couch carefully and gets on his knees with a bit of a thud instead. It'll hurt later but he can take something for that.]
Aren't you? 40 years are nothing to me. That's as good as a baby still.
[He smiles fondly when Wriothesley joins him on the ground, leaning over to smack a kiss on his cheek (and maybe, instead of jacking himself off like he said he was going to, reaching over to flick one of those nipple piercings at last).]
How 'bout you come sit with me while you catch up, keep my dick warm, and we can cuddle a bit? I wanna touch all that hair on you, anyway. Kinda have ever since I saw how hairy your arms were on our date. [Which means that Satan's actually going to sit, legs spread and cock still standing at attention, and he'll throw his arms out in expectation of an embrace.] Just your hand on my dick's all I need to keep me goin'. Don't go saying shit like 'use', you came back here because you like me and I like you as men, not as tools.
[And, true to his word (of course), as soon as Wrio's all cosied up to him should he choose to be, Satan's going to start running his fingers through his chest air in pure awe, thumbing idly at his nipple piercings in between giddy touches.]
[He's never going to get used to being called young.]
It might be for an immortal but there was a time I didn't think I'd even make it to forty. This is old for me. I'd be happy if I even live another forty more years.
[He doesn't want to bring down the mood but he really just isn't used to this even knowing an immortal himself. Neuvillette always treated him as a fleeting moment and Dera treats him as an old man as a joke. He really doesn't know what to do with this.
Luckily the flick to his piercing drags him out of his thoughts and he watches Satan go to the couch and throw his arms out for an embrace. It's...different. Wriothesley isn't used to any of this. Hes treated well here yes, he has a loving partner he knows that but this is different. Why is Satan being so sweet on him? Wasn't he upset for how brat like he'd been or how he'd messed up the couch or any number of reasons already? He hesitated for a moment, confusion on his face but he did move over to the couch, sitting mostly on his side to not put weight on his sore ass. He leaned against Satan and gave him full access to his body in the process, resting his head on Satan's shoulder, those icy blue eyes looking right up at Satan almost like a cute old dog.]
Is this close enough? My ass is still a bit sore.....do you really like me? Even after I snapped at you before?
Really...Then that's pretty fucking hot of you, y'know? Beat your own expectations of yourself, come out on top. What's manlier than that? Now you just gotta do it again.
[This is better. Hug. Hug...Hug nice. Every few seconds, Satan just stops, breathes in, relishes the sensation. It's not often that he actually gets to be smushy like this, despite the fact that he's a terrible romantic deep down.
Never mind that he's still just playing with Wrio's titties, fingers running through his chest hair and groping idly away. It's more self-soothing than anything intended to be sexy. This is just fun to do!] I'll put some ice on it when we're done. Might slap you around a bit more when I got my dick inside you, so better to wait, right? Kehehehe.
...Did you snap at me? I don't remember. [Look, he's not even registering their little standoff before; the number of times he's straight up punted his beloved wife through a wall, or punched him in the gut, is infinity. What's a little tension that gets easily soothed over??] But I like you. You're a good guy, pretty, honest. What's wrong with liking you?
[He lets his eyes flutter closed, lips parted as his chest is toyed with like a simple stress ball. The piercings made his nipples sensitive and everytime Satan rubs against one he rubs his stubbled cheek against Satan's shoulder, a soft moan leaving his lips as his big calloused hand traces up and down the length of Satan's dick in a slow pace. He doesn't want Satan to climax but he wants to keep him still interested and he does like the soft hairless feel of him in his hand. ]
I did snap at you...almost bit you. Had I a potion with me and were in my other form I would have truly taken a bite out of your arm without a second thought....I'm sorry. I really am, mon lutin. I'm not used to someone liking me so easily and so soon. My own feelings take longer I think before I can truly return the sentiment with the same feeling but I do enjoy your company. Is that enough for you?
Yeah? What's not hot about surviving against all odds? It's-- badass. Heh.
[Ooh that feels good though, the maddeningly slow pace, the calluses for a little extra friction; it's taking a lot for Satan to not buck up into Wriothesley's hand or bully him into stroking faster.
...Which means that it's just right for this, for keeping the fire stoked and keeping him chomping at the bit to fuck him senseless without pushing him too far. Though the admission of near mauling doesn't help with this mission of holding off for the refractory period; if anything, Satan just laughs raggedly, spreads his thighs even more and buries his face in Wriothesley's hair just to huff him in (and keep his mouth occupied lest he do the biting instead).]
Appreciate the apology, but that would've just made me cum, I think. And you don't have to freak out about feelings; I'm not trying to marry you, you got that already handled. You're just good. I like you, like your company, like when you pull cute faces because I called you pretty or a good boy. Like you touching my dick even more. This is plenty for me, alright? [he's he's going to bite his hair again isn't he
Badass...pretty...young...you call me so many things I don't often hear together or at all. You're different, Satan. I like it.
[Those icy eyes seem to light up a bit with mischief of their own when Satan spreads his legs more at his touch. He'd be the first to admit that he does enjoy a nice cock in his mouth from time to time but he could be picky with it too. The more he touched that smooth and hairless dick the more he really wanted to taste it and feel its weight against his tongue. He was almost drooling with each stroke.]
There you go again spouting sweet words at me. You're a charmer aren't you? Well let me return the favor, oui? I want you to fuck me but I want you to prep me first. Will you do that while I indulge in your cock mon lutin? Please?
[He gives Satan's cock an extra tight squeeze as his hand travels the length of him. A low hum of approval like a sort of growlleaves him when Satan buries his face in Wriothesley's hair and bites at it, even if it is a strange feeling. He's still being affectionate and Wriothesley isnt going to push him away. ]
'Course I am. I told you, I'm not like anyone else.
[That's all he's going to say on that, thankfully; even if he wouldn't mind Wriothesley lashing out however he pleased, Satan would really rather avoid him leaving in a rage, because that's just going to blueball them both. What a tragedy! Instead, he's going to nuzzle his way down from one of those little hair tufts, along Wrio's temple, then smacks a kiss against his cheek.
This close, the way he rumbles his approval at being squeezed harder is hopefully both heard and felt.]
You sure me fingerfucking you isn't gonna be too much? Or I could just eat your ass a little, since you were keen on my tongue earlier. [Said tongue laves against Wriothesley's jawbone, flat and rough with...A strange texture. Not dissimilar to a human's, but almost as if there's scarring on it (which there is, in the shape of a satanic pentagram, but never mind that).] Sit on my face, and you can do whatever the hell you wanna with my dick, pretty-boy.
[That rumble is heard loud and lear and sends a pleased shiver down Wriothesley's back. He bares his neck covered in scars and that collar with the moon charm on it still for a moment. His wolf and human brain having a mixed moment of wanting to both submit to that sound before he snapped back to his senses and kissed Satan's cheek back.]
Sit on you? Mhmmm it does sound appealing. You sure I won't suffocate you? I have no doubts you can hold me up but...what if you endulge too much?
[That tongue has his heart racing once he feels that texture on his skin. Its not exactly the same but the odd texture is almost like Dera's cat like tongue and the overly familiar feeling has his body reactng to it. He can't stop the desperate moan that leaves his lips or how he grips onto Satan a little tighter. He didn't expect this.]
I wouldn't offer if I didn't think I could take it. Besides, if I pass out, that's on me! Sure you'll figure it out when my tongue stops moving, right?
[It's fine if he passes out from eating ass too hard. What a way to get a break for air, right? No shame. Not a whit of shame in his face as he grins against Wriothesley's cheek, before peeling away to lean back against one arm of the couch, carefully situating his horns up and away from the leather. Mmmm...Luxury neckroll.]
You fine doing it here? Figure if you can hold your ass in the air a bit, then it'll be easier on your joints in the long run. Maybe? Gotta be better than kneeling on the ground, and I'd need a neck brace anyway to keep my horns from getting fucked up on the flooring.
Not that I'd mind, if it meant I got to eat you out and make you whimper around my cock. Bet even your asshole's pretty, cute and hairy like your arms and titties.
I wouldn't want your tongue to stop moving but...alright. not that you've held back with me yet but, don't hold back with this either.
[Wriothesly waits for Satan to get situated first. Enjoying the view as the man before him lays down and stretches. He looks rather handsome like that with his mane of hair framing his face. Wriothesley doesn't face away from him at first, instead he straddles him and leans in to get a kiss but then Satan says that sentence thats so obscene his face goes redder than its ever been. Sure, Satan has said other things but this one in particular made him blush more than the rest. He couldn't go in for the kiss after that. Instead burying his face against Satan's chest and hiding it there for a moment in embarrassment.]
P-please I'm trying to kiss you. Must you describe my asshole like that?
[Satan wasn't wrong in his description at all and Wriothesley didn't haye it but it caught him so off guard that now he was flustered and he rarely got this way. He tried to rectify the situation and lightly bit at Satan's nipple, despite being human Wriothesley's canines were actually sharper than a normal humans. It was something he had even before he started takinf the potions religiouslybut since then they only got a little sharper as a side affect.]
Rude....
[He bit a few more places, nothing deep but playful up Satan's neck, on his jaw, his cheek and then finally ending it with a short kiss, a tease before he pulled back so he could start to change his own position with some difficulty. His ass was still sore. ]
[His tongue runs over his top lip for a second as he arches up into Wriothesley's mouth, absolutely no negative reaction to any pain from those little bites. In fact, Satan even lightly cups the back of his head, huffing in amusement as he squirms under each kiss and bite.
Alas, all good things must change, and Wrio needs to sit on his face already, so Satan lets him go and instead props his hands behind his head, as if he's suntanning instead of watching this beautiful baby oyaji slowly, precariously rotate on this dinky couch.]
...I could just take a big bite outta your ass right now, you know. You're fucking gorgeous just like this, even. [No bites just yet, though. He is going to reach out once Wriothesley's at least getting close to sitting on his shitty smug face, squeezing his hips greedily. All he needs to do is lick his chops to get his predatory excitement across, and that'd go wasted since it wouldn't be seen.] Promise you won't let me cum? I wanna get in this pretty hole of yours first.
[Were Wriothesley able to see his own skin turn the red hue it was turning right now, he'd notice his blush didn't just show on his face and the tips of his ears but even a little lower on his shoulders even. He tried to keep it together as he got into position on the couch, it truly didn't help how small the couch was or how big a man he was either. Hopefully next time they would be elsewhere for such things with more room to move. When he finally was settled he sat back a little, supporting his weight on his thighs so he could look down at Satan and just once more make sure he was okay with this before they did anything.]
I'll try, I might end up greedy and want to taste all of you first. But it sounds like you don't need a long time to wait in between so I'm sure you could be hard again quickly to fuck me after.
[From the angle he's at he can't help but keep blushing and everytime their eyes meet he looks away so he goes back down on him instead, focusing on that lovely dick in front of him instead.]
You sure you're okay with this? [He asks and yes he's already got one hand back on Satan's dick and his tongue is already slowly licking the length of him to get a taste. He's been wanting to since they started cuddling.]
[His dick fantastic, after all. Just look at how keen Wriothesley is to get it in his mouth, after all; those languid licks and strokes just make Satan moan, loud and shameless, as he lets one leg dangle off the couch just to spread his thighs again. He'd love to just lay here and soak it all in, maybe tangle a hand in that shaggy black hair instead, but-- priorities.
Like giving one hip a light spank, then sliding both of his hands down to spread that pretty cherry red ass open and yank it towards his face. Probably spares Wriothesley the sight of his shitty little grin, which is a win all around really.]
I'm more than okay with this, pretty-boy. You keep asking me if I'm okay, I'm gonna bite you on the ass instead of being tongue-deep inside you. [And just to emphasise how very serious he is, Satan gently nibbles at one cheek, snorting away, before finally laving the flat of his tongue over Wriothesley's asshole. Just let him lap and kiss at it for a bit first, really get the taste and smell of him memorised.
If it wasn't clear that he's already having a good time just by the way he's making out with it already, then the way his dick starts practically throbbing with his pulse probably betrays it.]
[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 sure is
.........don't mind him he's just going to try and scoop up as much as possible, before sucking his fingers clean with clear relish, smugly chortling around his hand.]
--Yeah, I noticed you came. You're still young, right? Or-- I dunno how humans age so much, it's hard to tell. But you'll only need a few seconds, huh? [Satan, no. He's not 18 by a long shot. Calm it.] Don't you worry about me, I'll just get my dick out already. Kehehehe, you're so cute...I'll hafta punish you for that once you've caught your breath.
Or I could fuck you. [Punctuated by the shfffff of his zipper, and with a little rummaging, his very pretty flush-pink cock pops out of his clothes.] But I can wait.
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[He practically starts to choke on his own breath at that it surprises him so much. He knows Satan isn't human and he understands him not getting how humans age but even neuvillette knew he was middle aged by how he looked. His appearance was a dead give away he waa older. He has to grip the couch more for a moment as he coughs, still taken a back by that comment and once he catches his breath he clear his throat. ]
I'm 40, for a human that's already half their expected age in some cases. I'm middle aged, some consider me an old man even. I'm not young at all. You really couldn't tell from the grey in my hair?
[his voice is still harsh from the previous moaning and the fact he was just choking. He watches as Satan starts to undress more and so Wriothesley does the same and finally takes off his top leaving him fully nude for Satan to admire. His body really is covered in scars, discoloration almost everywhere on him and thick black body hair covering his chest and arms down to his dick. Now that he's topless, Satan can finally see those pierced nipples he felt days go, both of them glinting silver against the dark of his chest.]
I....need more than a few seconds in between. It's why I stopped you. I'm sorry.... but like I said you can use me if you'd like or I can pleasure you.
[The term 'use' slips from his lips too easily as if he's been in this situation before. Since his ass still hurts he moves from the couch carefully and gets on his knees with a bit of a thud instead. It'll hurt later but he can take something for that.]
Please...let me?
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[He smiles fondly when Wriothesley joins him on the ground, leaning over to smack a kiss on his cheek (and maybe, instead of jacking himself off like he said he was going to, reaching over to flick one of those nipple piercings at last).]
How 'bout you come sit with me while you catch up, keep my dick warm, and we can cuddle a bit? I wanna touch all that hair on you, anyway. Kinda have ever since I saw how hairy your arms were on our date. [Which means that Satan's actually going to sit, legs spread and cock still standing at attention, and he'll throw his arms out in expectation of an embrace.] Just your hand on my dick's all I need to keep me goin'. Don't go saying shit like 'use', you came back here because you like me and I like you as men, not as tools.
[And, true to his word (of course), as soon as Wrio's all cosied up to him should he choose to be, Satan's going to start running his fingers through his chest air in pure awe, thumbing idly at his nipple piercings in between giddy touches.]
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It might be for an immortal but there was a time I didn't think I'd even make it to forty. This is old for me. I'd be happy if I even live another forty more years.
[He doesn't want to bring down the mood but he really just isn't used to this
even knowing an immortal himself. Neuvillette always treated him as a fleeting moment and Dera treats him as an old man as a joke. He really doesn't know what to do with this.
Luckily the flick to his piercing drags him out of his thoughts and he watches Satan go to the couch and throw his arms out for an embrace. It's...different. Wriothesley isn't used to any of this. Hes treated well here yes, he has a loving partner he knows that but this is different. Why is Satan being so sweet on him? Wasn't he upset for how brat like he'd been or how he'd messed up the couch or any number of reasons already? He hesitated for a moment, confusion on his face but he did move over to the couch, sitting mostly on his side to not put weight on his sore ass. He leaned against Satan and gave him full access to his body in the process, resting his head on Satan's shoulder, those icy blue eyes looking right up at Satan almost like a cute old dog.]
Is this close enough? My ass is still a bit sore.....do you really like me? Even after I snapped at you before?
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[This is better. Hug. Hug...Hug nice. Every few seconds, Satan just stops, breathes in, relishes the sensation. It's not often that he actually gets to be smushy like this, despite the fact that he's a terrible romantic deep down.
Never mind that he's still just playing with Wrio's titties, fingers running through his chest hair and groping idly away. It's more self-soothing than anything intended to be sexy. This is just fun to do!] I'll put some ice on it when we're done. Might slap you around a bit more when I got my dick inside you, so better to wait, right? Kehehehe.
...Did you snap at me? I don't remember. [Look, he's not even registering their little standoff before; the number of times he's straight up punted his beloved wife through a wall, or punched him in the gut, is infinity. What's a little tension that gets easily soothed over??] But I like you. You're a good guy, pretty, honest. What's wrong with liking you?
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[He lets his eyes flutter closed, lips parted as his chest is toyed with like a simple stress ball. The piercings made his nipples sensitive and everytime Satan rubs against one he rubs his stubbled cheek against Satan's shoulder, a soft moan leaving his lips as his big calloused hand traces up and down the length of Satan's dick in a slow pace. He doesn't want Satan to climax but he wants to keep him still interested and he does like the soft hairless feel of him in his hand. ]
I did snap at you...almost bit you. Had I a potion with me and were in my other form I would have truly taken a bite out of your arm without a second thought....I'm sorry. I really am, mon lutin. I'm not used to someone liking me so easily and so soon. My own feelings take longer I think before I can truly return the sentiment with the same feeling but I do enjoy your company. Is that enough for you?
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[Ooh that feels good though, the maddeningly slow pace, the calluses for a little extra friction; it's taking a lot for Satan to not buck up into Wriothesley's hand or bully him into stroking faster.
...Which means that it's just right for this, for keeping the fire stoked and keeping him chomping at the bit to fuck him senseless without pushing him too far. Though the admission of near mauling doesn't help with this mission of holding off for the refractory period; if anything, Satan just laughs raggedly, spreads his thighs even more and buries his face in Wriothesley's hair just to huff him in (and keep his mouth occupied lest he do the biting instead).]
Appreciate the apology, but that would've just made me cum, I think. And you don't have to freak out about feelings; I'm not trying to marry you, you got that already handled. You're just good. I like you, like your company, like when you pull cute faces because I called you pretty or a good boy. Like you touching my dick even more. This is plenty for me, alright? [he's
he's going to bite his hair again isn't he
yeah he is. glom. fucking weirdo]
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[Those icy eyes seem to light up a bit with mischief of their own when Satan spreads his legs more at his touch. He'd be the first to admit that he does enjoy a nice cock in his mouth from time to time but he could be picky with it too. The more he touched that smooth and hairless dick the more he really wanted to taste it and feel its weight against his tongue. He was almost drooling with each stroke.]
There you go again spouting sweet words at me. You're a charmer aren't you? Well let me return the favor, oui? I want you to fuck me but I want you to prep me first. Will you do that while I indulge in your cock mon lutin? Please?
[He gives Satan's cock an extra tight squeeze as his hand travels the length of him. A low hum of approval like a sort of growlleaves him when Satan buries his face in Wriothesley's hair and bites at it, even if it is a strange feeling. He's still being affectionate and Wriothesley isnt going to push him away. ]
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[That's all he's going to say on that, thankfully; even if he wouldn't mind Wriothesley lashing out however he pleased, Satan would really rather avoid him leaving in a rage, because that's just going to blueball them both. What a tragedy! Instead, he's going to nuzzle his way down from one of those little hair tufts, along Wrio's temple, then smacks a kiss against his cheek.
This close, the way he rumbles his approval at being squeezed harder is hopefully both heard and felt.]
You sure me fingerfucking you isn't gonna be too much? Or I could just eat your ass a little, since you were keen on my tongue earlier. [Said tongue laves against Wriothesley's jawbone, flat and rough with...A strange texture. Not dissimilar to a human's, but almost as if there's scarring on it (which there is, in the shape of a satanic pentagram, but never mind that).] Sit on my face, and you can do whatever the hell you wanna with my dick, pretty-boy.
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[That rumble is heard loud and lear and sends a pleased shiver down Wriothesley's back. He bares his neck covered in scars and that collar with the moon charm on it still for a moment. His wolf and human brain having a mixed moment of wanting to both submit to that sound before he snapped back to his senses and kissed Satan's cheek back.]
Sit on you? Mhmmm it does sound appealing. You sure I won't suffocate you? I have no doubts you can hold me up but...what if you endulge too much?
[That tongue has his heart racing once he feels that texture on his skin. Its not exactly the same but the odd texture is almost like Dera's cat like tongue and the overly familiar feeling has his body reactng to it. He can't stop the desperate moan that leaves his lips or how he grips onto Satan a little tighter. He didn't expect this.]
I...I would like your tongue...please
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[It's fine if he passes out from eating ass too hard. What a way to get a break for air, right? No shame. Not a whit of shame in his face as he grins against Wriothesley's cheek, before peeling away to lean back against one arm of the couch, carefully situating his horns up and away from the leather. Mmmm...Luxury neckroll.]
You fine doing it here? Figure if you can hold your ass in the air a bit, then it'll be easier on your joints in the long run. Maybe? Gotta be better than kneeling on the ground, and I'd need a neck brace anyway to keep my horns from getting fucked up on the flooring.
Not that I'd mind, if it meant I got to eat you out and make you whimper around my cock. Bet even your asshole's pretty, cute and hairy like your arms and titties.
[s
satan...........]
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[Wriothesly waits for Satan to get situated first. Enjoying the view as the man before him lays down and stretches. He looks rather handsome like that with his mane of hair framing his face. Wriothesley doesn't face away from him at first, instead he straddles him and leans in to get a kiss but then Satan says that sentence thats so obscene his face goes redder than its ever been. Sure, Satan has said other things but this one in particular made him blush more than the rest. He couldn't go in for the kiss after that. Instead burying his face against Satan's chest and hiding it there for a moment in embarrassment.]
P-please I'm trying to kiss you. Must you describe my asshole like that?
[Satan wasn't wrong in his description at all and Wriothesley didn't haye it but it caught him so off guard that now he was flustered and he rarely got this way. He tried to rectify the situation and lightly bit at Satan's nipple, despite being human Wriothesley's canines were actually sharper than a normal humans. It was something he had even before he started takinf the potions religiouslybut since then they only got a little sharper as a side affect.]
Rude....
[He bit a few more places, nothing deep but playful up Satan's neck, on his jaw, his cheek and then finally ending it with a short kiss, a tease before he pulled back so he could start to change his own position with some difficulty. His ass was still sore. ]
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[His tongue runs over his top lip for a second as he arches up into Wriothesley's mouth, absolutely no negative reaction to any pain from those little bites. In fact, Satan even lightly cups the back of his head, huffing in amusement as he squirms under each kiss and bite.
Alas, all good things must change, and Wrio needs to sit on his face already, so Satan lets him go and instead props his hands behind his head, as if he's suntanning instead of watching this beautiful baby oyaji slowly, precariously rotate on this dinky couch.]
...I could just take a big bite outta your ass right now, you know. You're fucking gorgeous just like this, even. [No bites just yet, though. He is going to reach out once Wriothesley's at least getting close to sitting on his shitty smug face, squeezing his hips greedily. All he needs to do is lick his chops to get his predatory excitement across, and that'd go wasted since it wouldn't be seen.] Promise you won't let me cum? I wanna get in this pretty hole of yours first.
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I'll try, I might end up greedy and want to taste all of you first. But it sounds like you don't need a long time to wait in between so I'm sure you could be hard again quickly to fuck me after.
[From the angle he's at he can't help but keep blushing and everytime their eyes meet he looks away so he goes back down on him instead, focusing on that lovely dick in front of him instead.]
You sure you're okay with this?
[He asks and yes he's already got one hand back on Satan's dick and his tongue is already slowly licking the length of him to get a taste. He's been wanting to since they started cuddling.]
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[His dick fantastic, after all. Just look at how keen Wriothesley is to get it in his mouth, after all; those languid licks and strokes just make Satan moan, loud and shameless, as he lets one leg dangle off the couch just to spread his thighs again. He'd love to just lay here and soak it all in, maybe tangle a hand in that shaggy black hair instead, but-- priorities.
Like giving one hip a light spank, then sliding both of his hands down to spread that pretty cherry red ass open and yank it towards his face. Probably spares Wriothesley the sight of his shitty little grin, which is a win all around really.]
I'm more than okay with this, pretty-boy. You keep asking me if I'm okay, I'm gonna bite you on the ass instead of being tongue-deep inside you. [And just to emphasise how very serious he is, Satan gently nibbles at one cheek, snorting away, before finally laving the flat of his tongue over Wriothesley's asshole. Just let him lap and kiss at it for a bit first, really get the taste and smell of him memorised.
If it wasn't clear that he's already having a good time just by the way he's making out with it already, then the way his dick starts practically throbbing with his pulse probably betrays it.]
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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.