[ belial's orgasm subsides to a trickle, his cock softening to half-mast—not entirely flaccid but he'll probably need a minute or two to get it back to full hardness. the familiar post-orgasm haze settles nicely around his mind, blotting out his ability to think clearly and he feels breathless and boneless. a patina of sweat gleams on his brow and he blinks slowly as he tries to steady his breathing somewhat, casting his gaze downward to look at his handiwork.
sandalphon looks like a good little cockslut with seed decorating his face; his only regret is that there isn't enough white streaking his face and dripping down his chin. next time, he'll make sure to aim for his forehead and hair—the supreme primarch deserves a crown of white upon his pretty head. ]
Ah... hah... [ his chest is rising and falling rapidly, but he's starting to regain control of his breathing and the pleasant fog is beginning to clear up. he strokes sandalphon's hair fondly and another moment passes before he feels like he can string together a coherent sentence. ] White is a good look on you.
[ belial takes another couple of seconds to admire the sight of the supreme primarch on his knees with his lips covered in seed before pulling on sandalphon's hair, not too roughly, to bring him up from his kneeling position. then he leans in to run his tongue across sandalphon's mouth, lapping up the liquid clinging to his soft lips before pulling back. ]
C'mon, let's get you fully undressed. [ he reaches down to hook his fingers under that pesky turtleneck, pulling it up over sandalphon's torso. ]
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sandalphon looks like a good little cockslut with seed decorating his face; his only regret is that there isn't enough white streaking his face and dripping down his chin. next time, he'll make sure to aim for his forehead and hair—the supreme primarch deserves a crown of white upon his pretty head. ]
Ah... hah... [ his chest is rising and falling rapidly, but he's starting to regain control of his breathing and the pleasant fog is beginning to clear up. he strokes sandalphon's hair fondly and another moment passes before he feels like he can string together a coherent sentence. ] White is a good look on you.
[ belial takes another couple of seconds to admire the sight of the supreme primarch on his knees with his lips covered in seed before pulling on sandalphon's hair, not too roughly, to bring him up from his kneeling position. then he leans in to run his tongue across sandalphon's mouth, lapping up the liquid clinging to his soft lips before pulling back. ]
C'mon, let's get you fully undressed. [ he reaches down to hook his fingers under that pesky turtleneck, pulling it up over sandalphon's torso. ]