[ A sense of embarrassment comes over him at the sight of his own hardened cock so exposed in this way— not something he hasn't seen before himself, but the thought that it's exposed to another person, to Belial's own eyes, flusters him. Sandalphon doesn't understand himself why he'd feel in this odd way— maybe it's because this part is new. He's been touched by Belial then, but not like this, and he's never been this exposed to anyone else before. Maybe that's why his flush deepens at the sight. But that brief shyness is quickly forgotten, too, falling away as the double stimulation of two of his most sensitive parts his body brings a crashing wave of pleasure that short-circuits his thoughts and he sinks back into the sweet, heavenly bliss of complete numb blankness. The pleasure takes the reign, and he submits to it; throws his head sideways back with a gasp, from an angle where Belial can surely see his flushed face and hazy, lidded eyes, the open-mouth expression that so clearly shows every minimal thought and feeling going through him. ]
S-so... so good—! [ He doesn't so much say it as moan it, followed by a litany of lewd, incomprehensible noises that come spilling out of his throat at every stroke of those expert fingers on his cock, on his chest, at the sensation of Belial's tongue on his ear. He feels Belial's own cock stiffening against his lower back where it's pressed against him, and combined with the low groan of pleasure that he feels rumbling against his skin, the realization that Belial is turned on by this, too, just by touching him and watching him, more importantly, turned on by him... it sends his heart aflutter, pushes him another step closer to the edge. Sandalphon encourages it and begins to move, grinding into Belial; backwards into Belial's erection and wiggling his hips left to right for more friction, forward into his hand to further his own stimulation. Quickly building his mounting pleasure until he can very soon feel it coming closer to the peak, his very being fraying at the seams under the strain. ]
Belial, I think I'm going to... I think I'm close...
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S-so... so good—! [ He doesn't so much say it as moan it, followed by a litany of lewd, incomprehensible noises that come spilling out of his throat at every stroke of those expert fingers on his cock, on his chest, at the sensation of Belial's tongue on his ear. He feels Belial's own cock stiffening against his lower back where it's pressed against him, and combined with the low groan of pleasure that he feels rumbling against his skin, the realization that Belial is turned on by this, too, just by touching him and watching him, more importantly, turned on by him... it sends his heart aflutter, pushes him another step closer to the edge. Sandalphon encourages it and begins to move, grinding into Belial; backwards into Belial's erection and wiggling his hips left to right for more friction, forward into his hand to further his own stimulation. Quickly building his mounting pleasure until he can very soon feel it coming closer to the peak, his very being fraying at the seams under the strain. ]
Belial, I think I'm going to... I think I'm close...