[ Sandalphon likes the noises Belial makes, the way Belial's whole body reacts to the touch, the raw, potent arousal in every movement and sound, the pleasure written so plainly in those shameless expressions on his flushed face. He's never seen him like this before, and as much as he feels a swell of pride and excitement from knowing he himself is responsible, it's also such an utterly captivating sight he almost forgets to focus on his task. He can't wait to see what Belial looks like when he finally does come.

To that end, he happily accepts it and takes it in when Belial pushes himself deeper into his mouth, fascinated by the sensation of his mouth being so full, undettered even by the odd taste of precome flooding his senses or the way his mouth strains to contain it and he struggles to keep his teeth away.

Both mental images that Belial's words paint sound so good that just these hearing them make him shudder with such pleasure he might well be the one being serviced himself. Taking Belial's gesture as permission to pause and answer, he slides his mouth off with a wet, slick sound and a low noise. His voice is hoarse when he speaks, as if he hadn't used it for years, his breaths heavy, but he answers, earnestly: ]

Either sounds nice. [ The thought of what it would feel like to have Belial inside his mouth when he comes, to feel him so close when he reaches the peak, and being forced to swallow it all down, or his own mouth and hand working him over until he feels the sensation of Belial's warm come covering his face, spraying all over him, marking him. On the other hand, he's not confident he could handle the first, in his inexperience, and he wouldn't want to disappoint Belial by messing up, and surely all matters now is how he can please Belial more. ] I think... on my face would be better. I've never swallowed it down before... I don't think I'd be good at it.