[ belial's teeth catch against his lower lip as he feels his cock slide deeper into the hot wet heat and moves his thumb across sandalphon's forehead, brushing chestnut strands aside and then watching them fall back into place. could he possibly get any cuter? ]

You like being called that, don't you? [ he lets out an amused breath of air; he had a hunch sandalphon would be especially receptive to being praised after being created as a useless spare and spending millennia locked away in that tower, stewing in his own lack of self-worth and bitterness. ] Keep being good for me.

[ he hunches forward a little, curved slightly over sandalphon. fuck, his mouth feels so good and if he didn't have any restraint he'd be pushing sandalphon's head down onto his cock, force him to take him all the way to the hilt until his nose touches the patch of pubic hair. what a sight it would be, watching sandalphon choke and drool around his cock, and being given no respite as belial fucks his throat raw. perhaps in a few sessions, provided sandalphon comes back for more, he'll start pushing him out of his comfort zone and start playing rough. just gotta ease him into it. ]

Don't force yourself take more than you think you can handle. Use your hands where your mouth can't reach. [ he murmurs between heavy breaths, cheeks dusted a shade of pink as he looks down, meeting sandalphon's gaze. ] Don't forget about the balls; they need attention, too.