[ He feels Belial everywhere; around him, on him, inside him, on every sensitive point of his body, and it's almost too much. The ministrations of Belial's mouth and tongue on his chest draw out shivers and moans from his trembling body and hoarse throat, combined with the pounding thrusts of his cock inside him; his body taken and claimed each time, with each touch, with each gesture. It's almost too much, but it's Belial, and so Sandalphon can't get enough. He feels his climax already approaching, and at once finds himself wanting it to hurry up and take him faster, and to stave it off so he can revel in and savor this mindless pleasure longer.
Then, just as he thinks it can't get any better, Belial switches into a position that makes his thrusts hit harder, makes his legs spread wider, makes the access to his prostate all the easier, and Sandalphon keens and cries out, eyes crossing as Belial slams, again and again and again, right into a spot inside him that makes his senses short-circuit, vision blurring with dark spots and sparks of pleasure bursting like fireworks. He doesn't even have the mental faculties to focus on anything beyond that, to question Belial's command as he would earlier, to hesitate, to consciously obey: his mind a scrambled mess, his lips and tongue move on their own, truly at their wits end, struggling to form any words at all: ]
D—... ah... [ His voice comes out soft, slurred with moans: ] ...D-daddy....
[ Another hit, another moan: Sandalphon's eyes roll over, his open mouth slack and drool dropping from his lips. He has no mind to think about just how debauched he looks, not in this heavenly pleasure that Belial keeps giving him as if it's eternal. ]
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Then, just as he thinks it can't get any better, Belial switches into a position that makes his thrusts hit harder, makes his legs spread wider, makes the access to his prostate all the easier, and Sandalphon keens and cries out, eyes crossing as Belial slams, again and again and again, right into a spot inside him that makes his senses short-circuit, vision blurring with dark spots and sparks of pleasure bursting like fireworks. He doesn't even have the mental faculties to focus on anything beyond that, to question Belial's command as he would earlier, to hesitate, to consciously obey: his mind a scrambled mess, his lips and tongue move on their own, truly at their wits end, struggling to form any words at all: ]
D—... ah... [ His voice comes out soft, slurred with moans: ] ...D-daddy....
[ Another hit, another moan: Sandalphon's eyes roll over, his open mouth slack and drool dropping from his lips. He has no mind to think about just how debauched he looks, not in this heavenly pleasure that Belial keeps giving him as if it's eternal. ]