[ The sharp sting of nails that contrasts with the smooth, rhythmic movements on his bare cock is the perfect combination that pushes him all the closer to the edge. Sandalphon writhes and squirms as the pleasure overwhelms him, as he feels orgasm coming all the closer, and another twist, another stroke, and all the built up tension bursts out and melts into sweet relief as he comes with his back arched and his body twisting in place, throwing his head back and, not needing to be told twice, crying out Belial's name in a near-scream. He stays in this peak for what seems like a small eternity, that loud cry being followed by hoarse repetitions, calling out his name again and again as if in prayer, mindlessly, as if unaware he's doing it, hoarse voice growing softer and softer as he slowly comes down from the peak.
The haze that comes after this orgasm is nothing like what he feels when he brings himself to it with his own hand; none of the guilt or self-consciousness that overwhelms him afterwards. Instead, the pleasant, foggy haze of the charm seems to amplify until all his senses dull and he sinks deeper than ever into it, into a warm, soft fog that blanks his mind entirely until any thoughts disappear into the perfect white filling his vision, dull ambient noise taking over his hearing. Sandalphon slumps against Belial with heavy breaths and plants that go softer and quieter, basking in the afterglow, his body weakening into soft pliancy, closing his eyes and losing himself into a sort of half-sleeping state.
Through it, he can sense the intensity of Belial's own body heat, the warm of it pleasant against his own body, focusing on it as he stays in this half-wake state as an anchor, as a source of comfort. Eventually, the one thing that breaks through him, as the afterglow starts to fade back and he wakes into the usual hazy charmed state, is that focusing on the feeling brings his attention to Belial's own erection poking against his body. Sandalphon opens his eyes, clumsily straightens himself a little, and shifts lightly in place to finally look down at it himself— catching sight of Belial's full, bare chest again, competing with the noticeable bulge in his pants for which sight is more distracting as his eyes widen a just a bit. ]
Should I...? [ He fumbles for the right phrasing. ] Do you want me to take care of that too?
[ He can't pretend he'll really know what to do or how, and what he really wants is to have it inside him already, but it wouldn't be right, surely, if Belial got him off so well and he didn't even return the favor. ]
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The haze that comes after this orgasm is nothing like what he feels when he brings himself to it with his own hand; none of the guilt or self-consciousness that overwhelms him afterwards. Instead, the pleasant, foggy haze of the charm seems to amplify until all his senses dull and he sinks deeper than ever into it, into a warm, soft fog that blanks his mind entirely until any thoughts disappear into the perfect white filling his vision, dull ambient noise taking over his hearing. Sandalphon slumps against Belial with heavy breaths and plants that go softer and quieter, basking in the afterglow, his body weakening into soft pliancy, closing his eyes and losing himself into a sort of half-sleeping state.
Through it, he can sense the intensity of Belial's own body heat, the warm of it pleasant against his own body, focusing on it as he stays in this half-wake state as an anchor, as a source of comfort. Eventually, the one thing that breaks through him, as the afterglow starts to fade back and he wakes into the usual hazy charmed state, is that focusing on the feeling brings his attention to Belial's own erection poking against his body. Sandalphon opens his eyes, clumsily straightens himself a little, and shifts lightly in place to finally look down at it himself— catching sight of Belial's full, bare chest again, competing with the noticeable bulge in his pants for which sight is more distracting as his eyes widen a just a bit. ]
Should I...? [ He fumbles for the right phrasing. ] Do you want me to take care of that too?
[ He can't pretend he'll really know what to do or how, and what he really wants is to have it inside him already, but it wouldn't be right, surely, if Belial got him off so well and he didn't even return the favor. ]