[ Sandalphon doesn't really understand what Belial is saying, but he likes it. He likes the way it sounds, that the way he says it feels like praise, likes hearing Belial call him good again, the way it makes him all giddy and happy. He can tell that Belial is pleased with him, that he's getting as much pleasure out of him Sandalphon is; he can hear it in the sounds their bodies make upon each contact, in the noises coming from his throat that match his own, feeel it in the tightness of the grip that keeps Sandalphon in place, exactly where Belial wants him, so he can make full and proper use his of his body, in the possessive speed and intensity of this thrusts. That makes him very happy, too.
He could so easily come just like this, his cock untouched, expects it, even, so when Belial's hand comes to wrap those skilled fingers around him again and begins to stroke, he almost can't take it anymore. It all happens so, so fast— the hand on his cock, Belial thrusting himself deeper than he ever did and staying there, and the burst of warmth, of Belial, coming inside him, filling him up so completley— all of it is so much at once it's as if something inside him breaks from the strain— a trembling, shaking shudder runs though his whole body as his pleasure hits its peak, only his own tiredness and belial's iron grip keeping him from thrashing in place in response to the onslaught of overstimulation, an downright lewd expression of mindless bliss settling on his face as a raw, wordless cry of pleasure tears itself from his throat in the intensity of orgasm. ]
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He could so easily come just like this, his cock untouched, expects it, even, so when Belial's hand comes to wrap those skilled fingers around him again and begins to stroke, he almost can't take it anymore. It all happens so, so fast— the hand on his cock, Belial thrusting himself deeper than he ever did and staying there, and the burst of warmth, of Belial, coming inside him, filling him up so completley— all of it is so much at once it's as if something inside him breaks from the strain— a trembling, shaking shudder runs though his whole body as his pleasure hits its peak, only his own tiredness and belial's iron grip keeping him from thrashing in place in response to the onslaught of overstimulation, an downright lewd expression of mindless bliss settling on his face as a raw, wordless cry of pleasure tears itself from his throat in the intensity of orgasm. ]