[ The crude promise, the warning, the heavenly sensation of Belial's hand and bare skin on the sensitive skin of his neck— all of it barely has a time to register through the bright-red heat it inspires. He takes a deep breath, not really needing a moment to prepare himself in his anticipation and rising eagerness, followings after Belial's instructions, closing his eyes and focusing on his voice, and then with that single word, all his senses heighten, intensify, and then dull all at once as he feels as if he's jumped into the deep waters of the ocean. The world seems to blur before his eyes, a dull, deep, pleasantly warm buzzing beneath his skin, his body going pliant and soft beneath him; he's vaguely dizzy, unfocused, as if slowly falling into a deep sleep but having stopped halfway between waking and dreaming, and he basks and relishes in it, unsure of how long it goes on, the passage of time and the world disappearing from any sort of conscious perception, sinking a little deeper into sleep.
A bright heat floods through all of him, from the top of his head to the tips of his fingers, lower, deep into his thighs, and then throbbing between his legs; it's sudden enough to wake him up halfway again, and feels so, so good, that he presses his thighs together tightly for some desperate relief from the ache of it, and his eyes fly open and he makes a small, stuttering gasp. When he catches sight of Belial again, his eyes go wide as if in disbelief and shock at the sight of him. The surge of emotion that fills him is so powerful, so overwhelming, it outdoes everything else, and lust, need, but also— affection? Is that what it is? An devotion he feels so deep from the bottom of his heart, a deep longing for the man whose name escapes him right now, but he doesn't care to try to remember when right now all he can think of is this burning, desperate need that feels that he's been holding in for far too long.
He tries to move forward, driven by a hunger for contact, for touch, but the slight dizziness and the effect on his senses makes his hurried movements clumsy, and he loses his balance. With their close proximity, though, it doesn't take much effort for him to hold on to Belial as a clutch and lean against him; then he wraps his arms around his broad torso and holds on tightly, downright desperately, clings to him without a sliver of shame, and he sighs; relishing in the smell of him, the warmth of him, the sensation of is body beneath his hands, wanting to do more, to touch more, but content with this simple contact for the moment. ]
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A bright heat floods through all of him, from the top of his head to the tips of his fingers, lower, deep into his thighs, and then throbbing between his legs; it's sudden enough to wake him up halfway again, and feels so, so good, that he presses his thighs together tightly for some desperate relief from the ache of it, and his eyes fly open and he makes a small, stuttering gasp. When he catches sight of Belial again, his eyes go wide as if in disbelief and shock at the sight of him. The surge of emotion that fills him is so powerful, so overwhelming, it outdoes everything else, and lust, need, but also— affection? Is that what it is? An devotion he feels so deep from the bottom of his heart, a deep longing for the man whose name escapes him right now, but he doesn't care to try to remember when right now all he can think of is this burning, desperate need that feels that he's been holding in for far too long.
He tries to move forward, driven by a hunger for contact, for touch, but the slight dizziness and the effect on his senses makes his hurried movements clumsy, and he loses his balance. With their close proximity, though, it doesn't take much effort for him to hold on to Belial as a clutch and lean against him; then he wraps his arms around his broad torso and holds on tightly, downright desperately, clings to him without a sliver of shame, and he sighs; relishing in the smell of him, the warmth of him, the sensation of is body beneath his hands, wanting to do more, to touch more, but content with this simple contact for the moment. ]