[ perfect. he expects sandalphon to give him a few choice words about being made to call him that once this is over, but he doesn't care. the satisfaction of hearing it from those pretty lips is almost like a drug, coursing through him. a filthy moan slips from his mouth and he revels in the look of utter debauchery that sandalphon is wearing, curling a hand around his thigh to hold it in place over his shoulder. ]
You're such a g-good little cockslut, Sandy—
[ his lips part on a rapturous hiss when his movements cause an obscene squelching noise from the lubricant dripping around his cock, a thin sliver of saliva trickling down his chin. sandalphon's ass his so fucking tight; he can feel him squeeze around the base of his length and each time he draws back, it's as though he's being pulled right back in. his testicles slap against sandalphon's skin with each thrust and he's starting to feel the pleasure begin to coil like a spring in his abdomen, tighter and tighter. his climax isn't far off now, just a little more—
he bites his lip almost hard enough to draw blood and his free hand snakes down to take of sandalphon's cock, stroking it roughly in time to his thrusts, taking him, possessing him. sandalphon is his and his alone. and with one last movement he buries himself all the way to the hilt and stays there, his breath hitching in his throat and his body tensing up as he spills his release in thick spurts. ]
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You're such a g-good little cockslut, Sandy—
[ his lips part on a rapturous hiss when his movements cause an obscene squelching noise from the lubricant dripping around his cock, a thin sliver of saliva trickling down his chin. sandalphon's ass his so fucking tight; he can feel him squeeze around the base of his length and each time he draws back, it's as though he's being pulled right back in. his testicles slap against sandalphon's skin with each thrust and he's starting to feel the pleasure begin to coil like a spring in his abdomen, tighter and tighter. his climax isn't far off now, just a little more—
he bites his lip almost hard enough to draw blood and his free hand snakes down to take of sandalphon's cock, stroking it roughly in time to his thrusts, taking him, possessing him. sandalphon is his and his alone. and with one last movement he buries himself all the way to the hilt and stays there, his breath hitching in his throat and his body tensing up as he spills his release in thick spurts. ]