( Miyano is small, smaller than the sacrifices he's had in the past. Smaller than most of the humans and demons he's fucked. Bruce knows how this will go, how much he'll have to break such a small human in to use him properly, but the enthusiasm that Miyano's showing more than makes up for that. The power that he can feel surging through him isn't from Miyano's size, it's that enthusiasm and want from such a pure and untouched body.
Those marks on Miyano's skin glow, as that mouth stretches around him, power growing, drinking it in for Bruce to take. He keeps his grip in the dark hair, let's out a soft, approving sound as he feels the thick head bump the back of the teen's throat. It's not nearly enough, and the way those warm eyes look up at him only make him want more.
His other hand moves, traces the stretched lips and the wetness he can already feel there. ) Good. ( Is all he says. The only bit of praise Miyano will get from him.
He doesn't give the other much time to adjust before he's pushing his hips forward, using his grip on the other's hair to pull him further down on his cock. He can feel the way the head of it glides along the back of Miyano's throat, pushes further and deeper still without any consideration for whether the teen might gag or choke. This is his body to use, and that's exactly what he plans to do.
He doesn't give Miyano time to adjust before that grip in his hair is pulling the teen almost fully off his cock before he's thrusting back in. Faster and deeper, setting into a rhythm already. The only bit of compassion Bruce shows in that moment is the way his tail moves around Miyano's cock. Moving and gripping, cooling and sliding along it's length, the tip teasing at the slit. )
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Date: 2022-09-11 01:47 pm (UTC)Those marks on Miyano's skin glow, as that mouth stretches around him, power growing, drinking it in for Bruce to take. He keeps his grip in the dark hair, let's out a soft, approving sound as he feels the thick head bump the back of the teen's throat. It's not nearly enough, and the way those warm eyes look up at him only make him want more.
His other hand moves, traces the stretched lips and the wetness he can already feel there. ) Good. ( Is all he says. The only bit of praise Miyano will get from him.
He doesn't give the other much time to adjust before he's pushing his hips forward, using his grip on the other's hair to pull him further down on his cock. He can feel the way the head of it glides along the back of Miyano's throat, pushes further and deeper still without any consideration for whether the teen might gag or choke. This is his body to use, and that's exactly what he plans to do.
He doesn't give Miyano time to adjust before that grip in his hair is pulling the teen almost fully off his cock before he's thrusting back in. Faster and deeper, setting into a rhythm already. The only bit of compassion Bruce shows in that moment is the way his tail moves around Miyano's cock. Moving and gripping, cooling and sliding along it's length, the tip teasing at the slit. )