[ Sandalphon feels his head swimming and a dizziness from the overwhelming sensation overtake him when Belial steps away for good. He gasps for air and breaths heavily as if coming up for air after a long underwater dive, an electrical current of pleasure and excitement running from his core to every part of his flushed hot body, his excitement just barely soothed by Belial's hand in his hair. Belial said this second time would be better— and already, this kiss— not even one, but several of them— was so, so much better. Much longer, more intense, more drawn out, with a real, raw passion to it that the summon didn't have, made so much better by sharing that sensation of being dominated and claimed over, even as this time it was something he could respond to an participate in, too. He feels Belial's own cock fully hard with pumping blood against him, and again the thought of himself being responsible for getting him this aroused fills him with a deep thrill.
While the phrasing makes him furrow his brow briefly in confusion and he pauses for a moment, blinking, before registering the command, it doesn't take much longer than that. Sandalphon drops back onto the bed, eaher to have his back settle and his whole body sink onto soft, comfortable sheets, and spreads his legs open as far as he can, even holding them in place with his own hands to keep them there. Watching Belial pull out the little bottle and recognizing it as lubricant only amps him up even more, and he bites down into his flushed lips in anticipation.
Still, he can't help but be curious— ]
You keep calling yourself that... um, I still don't understand what it means. [ There's a memory of someone trying to explain it to him at some point, but it must have not been successful. Normally he'd leave it alone, but if Belial said it twice already, surely that's something important, so he needs to understand it, right? ]
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While the phrasing makes him furrow his brow briefly in confusion and he pauses for a moment, blinking, before registering the command, it doesn't take much longer than that. Sandalphon drops back onto the bed, eaher to have his back settle and his whole body sink onto soft, comfortable sheets, and spreads his legs open as far as he can, even holding them in place with his own hands to keep them there. Watching Belial pull out the little bottle and recognizing it as lubricant only amps him up even more, and he bites down into his flushed lips in anticipation.
Still, he can't help but be curious— ]
You keep calling yourself that... um, I still don't understand what it means. [ There's a memory of someone trying to explain it to him at some point, but it must have not been successful. Normally he'd leave it alone, but if Belial said it twice already, surely that's something important, so he needs to understand it, right? ]