[ belial's breath hitches when sandalphon moans what might've been his name and the next thrust comes much faster; he breaks into a faster rhythm and his nails dig into his hips hard enough to leave crescent-shaped marks behind. even with a primal beast's ability to heal up quickly, they're surely going to linger for at least the next hour or so as physical proof of what belial has done to him.
he rolls the taut nub between his teeth, then lets go to flick his tongue over it, soothing the sting away into a pulsing bliss. then he takes it between his teeth once more, bringing him back to the edge between pain and pleasure as he sucks and nips at the tender flesh. he leaves it throbbing and covered with his saliva as he switches to the other one, feeling the faint hum of sandalphon's core pulsing in time with his heartbeat against his mouth—a light but indescribable sensation, the kind that he can only experience with beings like himself, never with mortals. ]
Nhh— [ he gives it the same treatment before letting go, straightening his back. the fog of pleasure is getting thicker and thicker, making it harder to think. ] —C'mon, I wanna hear you call me Daddy at least once.
[ his hand slips from sandalphon's hip and he unhooks one leg from around his waist, lifting it over his shoulder instead. from there it's easy to twist sandalphon's body onto its side and hammer into him, sidewinder style. ]
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he rolls the taut nub between his teeth, then lets go to flick his tongue over it, soothing the sting away into a pulsing bliss. then he takes it between his teeth once more, bringing him back to the edge between pain and pleasure as he sucks and nips at the tender flesh. he leaves it throbbing and covered with his saliva as he switches to the other one, feeling the faint hum of sandalphon's core pulsing in time with his heartbeat against his mouth—a light but indescribable sensation, the kind that he can only experience with beings like himself, never with mortals. ]
Nhh— [ he gives it the same treatment before letting go, straightening his back. the fog of pleasure is getting thicker and thicker, making it harder to think. ] —C'mon, I wanna hear you call me Daddy at least once.
[ his hand slips from sandalphon's hip and he unhooks one leg from around his waist, lifting it over his shoulder instead. from there it's easy to twist sandalphon's body onto its side and hammer into him, sidewinder style. ]