[ Under normal circumstances, Belial's consideration would make Sandalphon laugh bitterly. He'd already taken his first time, his first kiss, put him under his control and taken advantage of him; that was definitely more than he could handle. Compared to that, a little bit of challenging himself when giving head would seem like a joke.
As it is, right now, Sandalphon doesn't have much of a sense of his own boundaries, so the direction leaves him somewhat confused instead. What does he think he could handle? It feels almost absurd to contemplate his own comfort beyond the most basic ways. How can he care about any of it with Belial in front of him, praising him, telling him to keep being good, responding to his efforts to please him so clearly? He wants draw out more of those noises, spur on that blush on his face, see how Belial looks when he comes; he'd accept whatever Belial does to him or wanted him to do, no matter how it made him feel on his own, would let himself be used as a toy or an object if it what was Belial wanted, anything so long as it pleased him, all the more so for the end point to be that Belial would finally fuck him again. He finds himself caught between wanting to follow the order not to push himself and to completely disregard any personal discomfort to pleasure this center of his whole world the best he could whatever it takes from him.
Still, Belial surely knows best, and his instructions don't seem too complicated or difficult. Sandalphon is quick to follow; he wraps a hand around the base of his cock and presses another to his balls as he slides him in another inch deeper, the further in he can to cover the remainder of his exposed skin; the whole length of him covered by his hand and mouth, lips meeting the side of his palms, he continues his earlier ministrations, tongue sliding and circling across one half while his lips while his hand and fingers stroke in all the spots he himself likes to be touched best. His other hand fondles the balls a little more clumsily in spite of his efforts; the combination of the charm and the struggle to focus on three different actions at once. He closes his eyes briefly to refocus himself and then opens them back up as he continues, meeting Belial's eye and watching his expressions and reactions intently, studying every inch of the man looming above him, a presence as intimidating and alluring as he is comforting and steadying. ]
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As it is, right now, Sandalphon doesn't have much of a sense of his own boundaries, so the direction leaves him somewhat confused instead. What does he think he could handle? It feels almost absurd to contemplate his own comfort beyond the most basic ways. How can he care about any of it with Belial in front of him, praising him, telling him to keep being good, responding to his efforts to please him so clearly? He wants draw out more of those noises, spur on that blush on his face, see how Belial looks when he comes; he'd accept whatever Belial does to him or wanted him to do, no matter how it made him feel on his own, would let himself be used as a toy or an object if it what was Belial wanted, anything so long as it pleased him, all the more so for the end point to be that Belial would finally fuck him again. He finds himself caught between wanting to follow the order not to push himself and to completely disregard any personal discomfort to pleasure this center of his whole world the best he could whatever it takes from him.
Still, Belial surely knows best, and his instructions don't seem too complicated or difficult. Sandalphon is quick to follow; he wraps a hand around the base of his cock and presses another to his balls as he slides him in another inch deeper, the further in he can to cover the remainder of his exposed skin; the whole length of him covered by his hand and mouth, lips meeting the side of his palms, he continues his earlier ministrations, tongue sliding and circling across one half while his lips while his hand and fingers stroke in all the spots he himself likes to be touched best. His other hand fondles the balls a little more clumsily in spite of his efforts; the combination of the charm and the struggle to focus on three different actions at once. He closes his eyes briefly to refocus himself and then opens them back up as he continues, meeting Belial's eye and watching his expressions and reactions intently, studying every inch of the man looming above him, a presence as intimidating and alluring as he is comforting and steadying. ]