[ belial continues to stroke him as he comes, jerking him through his orgasm with long pulls and swipes across the sensitive head with the pad of his thumb. the way he's screaming belial's name sends an electric current across his skin, turning him on even more; he'd thought about this before, what sandalphon might sound like when he comes undone under his ministrations, but nothing his mind conjured up could come close to the real thing—it's like the sweetest melody he's ever heard. he holds him steady as sandalphon's orgasm subsides to a dripping trickle, mouth curving up with smug satisfaction as the other slumps against his chest, then lets go of sandalphon's abused nipple and withdraws his hand from under the turtleneck. ]

Go ahead. [ he sounds almost overly pleased, like he'd just taught a dog a new trick. how cute, he didn't have to prompt him and he's willing to get down on his knees. ] You'll look great with those pretty lips of your stretched around my cock—don't worry, I'll talk you through it.

[ and once that's out there he brings his dirtied hand to his lips and begins to lick it clean, relishing in the bitter taste of sandalphon's seed. if he can make this into a long-term project, maybe he'll nudge sandalphon into eating lots of pineapple to cut down on the bitterness. ]