[ belial kisses him hungrily, savoring the taste of him as his tongue delves into his mouth to explore every crevice and curve he can reach; he flicks it against the hard palate behind his teeth, then traces the contours of sandalphon's tongue with his own, claiming it all as his. he breathes out a shaky moan as sandalphon returns it with equal fervor, sending another wave of arousal to his now fully hardened cock. it curves against his stomach, aching for attention once more, the tip glistening.

his lungs begin to strain for oxygen but he continues to claim sandalphon's mouth, not stopping until sandalphon pulls away. he reflexively inhales a deep breath, feeling slightly dizzy and exhilarated. damn, he hasn't had a kiss that good in literal decades, he's on cloud nine right now. sandalphon is practically everything he'd ever want in a fucktoy. ]

Of course, of course. [ he murmurs breathily just as their mouths press together again. sandalphon's whole body is hot against his own and he slides his hand to the back of sandalphon's head, playing with the hairs there before sliding down the slope of his neck, resting against the still-present charm mark, feeling it pulse faintly against the palm of his hand.

he winds another couple of kisses together, groaning when he feels the heat of sandalphon's erection practically burning against his bare skin, and soon pulls back and steps away to the bedside table. ]

I know what you need and I'll give it you. [ he opens the drawer and pulls out a small bottle of lubrication. ] Lie on your back and spread your legs wide for Daddy.