[ Belial's promise makes Sandalphon's face light up as if nothing in the world could make him happier; in this moment, in this state he's in, it probably is the case, and he wants to answer but forgets what he had wanted to say when his heart flutters and bursts beating in his chest at Belial finally pressing their lips together, at the sensation of Belial's sly tongue that has so changed him pressing against his mouth, urging him to open up, just like the summon did.
Sandalphon makes no resistance to having his legs spread open again, happy to have Belial between them and standing so close, and he opens his mouth happily to give Belial full access, responding to the kiss and returning it with an equal heat, the eagerness and hunger of a starving mortal. He moans into Belial's mouth, eager and needy and happy, feeling about as naughty as Belial told him he was and happier for it, trying to recreate everything the summon has done to him then— flicking his tongue against Belial's, sucking on it, biting his lips, everything he can remember, trying to return and give as much pleasure as he receives, if that were even possible.
When he vaguely feels the discomfort of oxygen running out, Sandalphon parts from him again, briefly, only just enough to catch his breath, gasping and sighing out, and to answer as he had wanted. ]
Then come on, hurry up... please, Belial... I need it so badly, I can't wait anymore, it's been so long... [ Panting and sighing, he quickly dives back into the kiss as if it were a feast, pressing his whole body against Belial's and grinding and rubbing against him in a desperation for contact, his fully hardened cock rubbing against Belial's leg and pressing into his skin. ]
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Sandalphon makes no resistance to having his legs spread open again, happy to have Belial between them and standing so close, and he opens his mouth happily to give Belial full access, responding to the kiss and returning it with an equal heat, the eagerness and hunger of a starving mortal. He moans into Belial's mouth, eager and needy and happy, feeling about as naughty as Belial told him he was and happier for it, trying to recreate everything the summon has done to him then— flicking his tongue against Belial's, sucking on it, biting his lips, everything he can remember, trying to return and give as much pleasure as he receives, if that were even possible.
When he vaguely feels the discomfort of oxygen running out, Sandalphon parts from him again, briefly, only just enough to catch his breath, gasping and sighing out, and to answer as he had wanted. ]
Then come on, hurry up... please, Belial... I need it so badly, I can't wait anymore, it's been so long... [ Panting and sighing, he quickly dives back into the kiss as if it were a feast, pressing his whole body against Belial's and grinding and rubbing against him in a desperation for contact, his fully hardened cock rubbing against Belial's leg and pressing into his skin. ]