[There's a heady, dizzying, shameful thrill in the realization that it'll fit because the demon will make it fit, and that Miyano is helpless to talk himself out of it. That's why he's here, mostly naked and marked up with this being's symbol, with that huge hand curling into his hair and pushing his head down. There's something primal, instinctive in that realization, that all he has to do is open his mouth and submit, and it'll feel better than even his exceptionally creative mind could imagine.
Maybe a more defiant, outspoken person would've fought back, would've resisted. But Miya isn't that person. And deep down, he can't deny that he's incredibly curious about what it'll feel like, about how much he can take, about how exciting and exhilarating it'll be. His heart is racing against his ribs, spurred on by the teasing feel of the demon's tail teasing its way down his shivering body -- but its not fear anymore. It's eagerness.
So he lets his lips part, opening as wide as he can, letting the demon guide his mouth onto the cock held in both hands. Just the head alone is enough to fill his mouth, nudging at the back of his throat, and there's a muffled moan at the weight and taste. Big bright eyes flicker upwards, wanting approval, guidance, even as Miya knows damn well his unsure, messy sucking isn't going to be enough. He swallows hard, tries to relax, tries to prepare for the demon to thrust down his throat, inevitable and thrilling and scary all at once.]
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Maybe a more defiant, outspoken person would've fought back, would've resisted. But Miya isn't that person. And deep down, he can't deny that he's incredibly curious about what it'll feel like, about how much he can take, about how exciting and exhilarating it'll be. His heart is racing against his ribs, spurred on by the teasing feel of the demon's tail teasing its way down his shivering body -- but its not fear anymore. It's eagerness.
So he lets his lips part, opening as wide as he can, letting the demon guide his mouth onto the cock held in both hands. Just the head alone is enough to fill his mouth, nudging at the back of his throat, and there's a muffled moan at the weight and taste. Big bright eyes flicker upwards, wanting approval, guidance, even as Miya knows damn well his unsure, messy sucking isn't going to be enough. He swallows hard, tries to relax, tries to prepare for the demon to thrust down his throat, inevitable and thrilling and scary all at once.]