[ sandalphon's slender body slots against his in a way that makes him think of lucilius; they're built similarly (except sandalphon is on the healthy side of skinny while lucilius almost seemed underweight with how often he'd forget to eat) with almost the same height, heels excluded. his gaze flits briefly to the swords on the wall and he wonders how sandalphon would look in a white wig and white robes.
(if he does well enough that sandalphon comes back for more again and again, then maybe—he stops the thought right then and there, refusing to let it take hold and distract him. today is about tainting sandalphon and make him melt with pleasure.)
the hand on sandalphon's pectoral continues to tease the nub skillfully while he drags the flat of his other palm between his legs. he teases the head with playful touches, then drags his fingers down the length and back up again, and soon enough he begins to ease his leggings and underwear over the bulge. his fingers curl around the length of the freed erection and strokes him up and down, thumb smearing precum over the slit with each pass. ]
Tell me how good it feels—oh, and you don't have to hold back. This is just the warm-up around, after all~
[ so if sandalphon ends up coming from this, no big deal. belial can feel his erection begin to strain against the tight confines of his pants, begging for to be freed from its prison—belial ignores it, of course, finding the friction delightful and frustration in equal measure. he groans with lust and flicks his tongue behind sandalphon's ear as a spill of precum begins to soak through his underwear, forming a small wet patch where the head pushes the material outward. ]
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(if he does well enough that sandalphon comes back for more again and again, then maybe—he stops the thought right then and there, refusing to let it take hold and distract him. today is about tainting sandalphon and make him melt with pleasure.)
the hand on sandalphon's pectoral continues to tease the nub skillfully while he drags the flat of his other palm between his legs. he teases the head with playful touches, then drags his fingers down the length and back up again, and soon enough he begins to ease his leggings and underwear over the bulge. his fingers curl around the length of the freed erection and strokes him up and down, thumb smearing precum over the slit with each pass. ]
Tell me how good it feels—oh, and you don't have to hold back. This is just the warm-up around, after all~
[ so if sandalphon ends up coming from this, no big deal. belial can feel his erection begin to strain against the tight confines of his pants, begging for to be freed from its prison—belial ignores it, of course, finding the friction delightful and frustration in equal measure. he groans with lust and flicks his tongue behind sandalphon's ear as a spill of precum begins to soak through his underwear, forming a small wet patch where the head pushes the material outward. ]