[The heat of her mouth is like nothing else around him, it's transcendent, it's sublime, it's a million other words he wants to think about but can't because his brain is having a little bit of a hard time processing everything going on.
He's absolutely looking at her, the side of his hand still in his mouth as he resists the call to be louder. Why? Why would he muffle himself when he'd told her he thinks it'd have been hot if she were louder?
Slowly he removes his hand, lets it fall back down to his side and lets the few drops of blood from where he'd broken his own skin drip into the carpet where they only stay briefly before disappearing into black smoke. Kazuya tries, tries to catch her eyes as he places his other hand on her head for the need to hold onto something. Anything as his jaw hangs.
He's losing it a little faster than slowly, and the next sound that comes out is a long groan that hitches in the middle as she finds a rhythm, is rewarded for that by the taste of more pre dribbling out of the tip of his cock and onto her tongue.]
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He's absolutely looking at her, the side of his hand still in his mouth as he resists the call to be louder. Why? Why would he muffle himself when he'd told her he thinks it'd have been hot if she were louder?
Slowly he removes his hand, lets it fall back down to his side and lets the few drops of blood from where he'd broken his own skin drip into the carpet where they only stay briefly before disappearing into black smoke. Kazuya tries, tries to catch her eyes as he places his other hand on her head for the need to hold onto something. Anything as his jaw hangs.
He's losing it a little faster than slowly, and the next sound that comes out is a long groan that hitches in the middle as she finds a rhythm, is rewarded for that by the taste of more pre dribbling out of the tip of his cock and onto her tongue.]
Asta... S'good.