[ It takes Sandalphon, through his many distractions, a few seconds to register the words or even give them any sort of thought. He barely has a second to question what Belial means, the workings of Belial's hands drawing out more and more noises from him, each louder, each more shamelessly lewd, mind going numbly blank from the near-overload of blinding pleasure through the onslaught of Belial's skilled fingers on some of his most sensitive erogenous zones. He only notices when Belial releases the nub he's been working over and switches to the other that he continued to suck on the fingers in his mouth even when his focus broke, as if his mouth worked independently of him, his body determined to continue to do as told without him needing to consciously will it to.
When he does manage to get some thoughts in order in those short windows of time when Belial's hands are off him to change his tactics, he manages to piece together the meaning from context, his muddled thought process making the process far slower than usual. A thought that would normally either disgust or horrify him, the thought that he might enjoy the pain, that just a touch of it so enhances his pleasure, is something he instead analyzes neutrally, wonders about it himself. The awareness that his senses are heightened and his experience of the world right now is different from usual, and that he is, right now, essentially in a trance, is only a vague understanding, a fact he's fully aware of with the charm itself blocking him from considering any of the consequences. All Sandalphon knows is that he found himself fascinated by the residual sensations of what Belial has done to him back then even after the charm wore off, that some of the fantasies that it inspired did involve being on the receiving end not just of generally rough treatment but of proper pain. What any of it really means, he's in no state to consider further.
The brief sense of loss when Belial releases his fingers right after tugging on his tongue so sweetly is relieved when he feels those same fingers right at the core of this heady, overpowering heat. He just barely managed to catch his heavy breath; Sandalphon makes a small yelp of surprise and looks down, and meets the sight of Belial's fingers teasing his clothed cock with wide eyes— he's felt a twitch and a throb in reaction to all the other stimulation, to be sure, but was so wrapped up in his own pleasure it seemed to make him forget the rest of his body beyond anything that Belial's hands weren't touching directly. And a direct touch of Belial's fingers on his cock, even this delicate and teasing, is all it needs for the final push and before he knows it, he's fully hard, watching this particular point of contact between them as if entranced by the sight of it. ]
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When he does manage to get some thoughts in order in those short windows of time when Belial's hands are off him to change his tactics, he manages to piece together the meaning from context, his muddled thought process making the process far slower than usual. A thought that would normally either disgust or horrify him, the thought that he might enjoy the pain, that just a touch of it so enhances his pleasure, is something he instead analyzes neutrally, wonders about it himself. The awareness that his senses are heightened and his experience of the world right now is different from usual, and that he is, right now, essentially in a trance, is only a vague understanding, a fact he's fully aware of with the charm itself blocking him from considering any of the consequences. All Sandalphon knows is that he found himself fascinated by the residual sensations of what Belial has done to him back then even after the charm wore off, that some of the fantasies that it inspired did involve being on the receiving end not just of generally rough treatment but of proper pain. What any of it really means, he's in no state to consider further.
The brief sense of loss when Belial releases his fingers right after tugging on his tongue so sweetly is relieved when he feels those same fingers right at the core of this heady, overpowering heat. He just barely managed to catch his heavy breath; Sandalphon makes a small yelp of surprise and looks down, and meets the sight of Belial's fingers teasing his clothed cock with wide eyes— he's felt a twitch and a throb in reaction to all the other stimulation, to be sure, but was so wrapped up in his own pleasure it seemed to make him forget the rest of his body beyond anything that Belial's hands weren't touching directly. And a direct touch of Belial's fingers on his cock, even this delicate and teasing, is all it needs for the final push and before he knows it, he's fully hard, watching this particular point of contact between them as if entranced by the sight of it. ]