( Miyano's own arousal is thick in the air, filling Bruce's lungs and coating his tongue. It's a strong scent that makes it hard to be patient and still, something that shows in how restless his tail is in its movements. It feels along Miyano's chest, over both nipples again, before trailing back down his abdomen and lower still.
The lack of hesitation in Miyano's movements are met with a slow, pleased exhale, and the thick length twitches under the pass over those soft, gentle hands. There's something thrilling in knowing these hands have only touched him. The words are met with one hand lifting from it's perch on his thigh, reaching out to stroke his hand through the dark hair, nails scraping his scalp. )
I will. ( There's a calm confidence to his words. He will fit, and he knows Miyano will live for every bit of the obscene stretch and the way he's filled. His hand doesn't leave the dark hair as he watches the teen lean down, and he groans faintly at the feeling of that tongue over his tip. His hand curves in the dark hair, grip form, and he moves to tug the teen down and towards his cock as he shifts his hips forward. )
Suck it. ( The order is followed by a slow drag of the spade of his tail from the tip of Miyano's cock down to it's vase where it curls slowly. Whether he's ready or not, the tip of Bruce's cock is already pushing against those soft lips, seeking out the warmth of that untouched mouth. )
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The lack of hesitation in Miyano's movements are met with a slow, pleased exhale, and the thick length twitches under the pass over those soft, gentle hands. There's something thrilling in knowing these hands have only touched him. The words are met with one hand lifting from it's perch on his thigh, reaching out to stroke his hand through the dark hair, nails scraping his scalp. )
I will. ( There's a calm confidence to his words. He will fit, and he knows Miyano will live for every bit of the obscene stretch and the way he's filled. His hand doesn't leave the dark hair as he watches the teen lean down, and he groans faintly at the feeling of that tongue over his tip. His hand curves in the dark hair, grip form, and he moves to tug the teen down and towards his cock as he shifts his hips forward. )
Suck it. ( The order is followed by a slow drag of the spade of his tail from the tip of Miyano's cock down to it's vase where it curls slowly. Whether he's ready or not, the tip of Bruce's cock is already pushing against those soft lips, seeking out the warmth of that untouched mouth. )