[ Sandalphon makes a noise like a wounded animal at each intent stroke of Belial's hand on his cock as it spurts out a white fluid to match Belial's in tandem, twitching and jerking in his hand, until the pleasure that makes his vision cross starts melting into pain, and long after; he welcomes even that pain, though, as a gift and a favor to him, as he would every form of attention, every kind of touch. His hoarse, spent voice grows softer until Belial's movements slow and stop, and he finds himself heaving a small, content sigh of relief to match the same relief his body feels all throughout.
Yes, that's what he feels above all— a deep, deep relief. The sensation that fill him now in the post-coital haze and as his blurry, overstimulated senses calm, his fiercely beating facsimile of a mortal's heart finally slowing back down to its regular pace, a warm, calm, contentment on another level— as if an itch that has been bothering him for far far too long has finally been scratched, as if something that has been tugging at him has finally relented and let go. He's unbothered by Belial's come dripping out of him, or the mess his own release has made; the first almost pleases him, even, and he finds himself wishing he could keep it in to relish the sensation of being filled up just a little longer, while the second just barely registers as a nuisance.
Belial settling him into a much more comfortable position, wrapping an arm around him as if to cuddle, makes him very aware of his own exhaustion, and he's just about ready to drift off when he feels Belail's lips press against a warm, sensitive point on the back. He can't possibly get aroused again this soon, but it stirs something in him; without thinking, he finds himself turning his body back around to face Belial, wrapping an arm at his side to match him, pressing the front of his body to Belial's own, and his face into Belial's chest, burying himself in the slight dip in the middle with a content sigh. ]
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Yes, that's what he feels above all— a deep, deep relief. The sensation that fill him now in the post-coital haze and as his blurry, overstimulated senses calm, his fiercely beating facsimile of a mortal's heart finally slowing back down to its regular pace, a warm, calm, contentment on another level— as if an itch that has been bothering him for far far too long has finally been scratched, as if something that has been tugging at him has finally relented and let go. He's unbothered by Belial's come dripping out of him, or the mess his own release has made; the first almost pleases him, even, and he finds himself wishing he could keep it in to relish the sensation of being filled up just a little longer, while the second just barely registers as a nuisance.
Belial settling him into a much more comfortable position, wrapping an arm around him as if to cuddle, makes him very aware of his own exhaustion, and he's just about ready to drift off when he feels Belail's lips press against a warm, sensitive point on the back. He can't possibly get aroused again this soon, but it stirs something in him; without thinking, he finds himself turning his body back around to face Belial, wrapping an arm at his side to match him, pressing the front of his body to Belial's own, and his face into Belial's chest, burying himself in the slight dip in the middle with a content sigh. ]