( The sound of Miyano's gagging, the way his throat flutters and clenches around his cock every time he chokes is addicting. Bruce's own sounds are faint groans and breathes, barely audible over the messy sounds that come from the way he's fucking the teen's mouth and throat. Fluid drips from the bulbous head, thick and warm even in such small droplets that he leaves across Miyano's tongue and throat.
He doesn't miss that pleading gaze. It's met with his other hand finding the dark hair, and he lifts himself from where he'd been sitting back on he legs to being perched just on his knees. He thrusts harder and faster, and a flick of his gaze towards the fabric still Miyano has it dissolving in a flash of warmth again that never damages that fair skin. )
Come. ( He orders, voice thick with a groan as he continues to fuck his throat. His tail encourages the order, the rings it makes from being coiled around Miyano's cock stroking up and down, eager for that energy that comes from someone orgasming at his hands. )
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He doesn't miss that pleading gaze. It's met with his other hand finding the dark hair, and he lifts himself from where he'd been sitting back on he legs to being perched just on his knees. He thrusts harder and faster, and a flick of his gaze towards the fabric still Miyano has it dissolving in a flash of warmth again that never damages that fair skin. )
Come. ( He orders, voice thick with a groan as he continues to fuck his throat. His tail encourages the order, the rings it makes from being coiled around Miyano's cock stroking up and down, eager for that energy that comes from someone orgasming at his hands. )