[ belial watches with half-lidded eyes as sandalphon put his hands on his belts, contemplating whether he needs any help—these kinds of spells tend to leave the victim somewhat clumsy and uncoordinated—but he seems to be doing well enough without assistance. a shaky little breath escapes his lungs as his underwear is pulled down, exposing his aching erection to the somewhat cold air. it throbs against sandalphon's fingers, darkly flushed and glistening at the tip. ]

Enjoying the view, hmm? [ he licks the last droplets of semen from between his fingers and settles the hand on sandalphon's head, slipping between the soft strands of hair and gently scraping his nails against the scalp. ] Start with sliding your tongue from the base to the top of the head. Lick and make out with it a little.

[ he licks his lips, savoring the expression on sandalphon's face—if he didn't know better, he'd describe it as pure and free of sin, as if he isn't desperate to put his mouth on a cock. it's so completely unlike his usual self, who looks at him like he's an insect he badly wants to crush under his heel. he'd like to have a taste of that, too, playing with him when his mind is intact and he can coax that sadistic streak out of him. the naughty little sandalphon that nearly toppled the world has to be in there somewhere, waiting to come out.

but today belial's just as happy to have sandalphon like this. pliant, submissive, ready to do anything he tells him to. this control arouses belial to no end and he takes hold of the lock of hair sticking out from the top of sandalphon's head, pulling his face toward his cock. ]