[Miya makes a strangled, needy sound against his folded arms, back arching, hips pushing back as the demon's tongue works incessantly against his hole, coaxing it open, leaving him slick and dripping wet. It's clear what's coming next, and the mark on his stomach burns bright and eager at the thought of it, of getting what he's secretly desired since the demon had first appeared. It doesn't matter what comes afterwards, as long as he's wholly and completely consumed and used before it happens.
The tail stroking him back to hardness should be painful -- Miyano's young, but even he doesn't have a recovery period that short. But he rocks his hips eagerly, needily, not caring that coming again so quickly could probably ruin him, could make any sexual experience pale in comparison. All he cares about is the pleasure, the sensation, the feeling of the demon's hand's on his hips, the tongue pressing inside him, the building anticipation of what's coming next.]
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Date: 2022-09-26 04:39 am (UTC)The tail stroking him back to hardness should be painful -- Miyano's young, but even he doesn't have a recovery period that short. But he rocks his hips eagerly, needily, not caring that coming again so quickly could probably ruin him, could make any sexual experience pale in comparison. All he cares about is the pleasure, the sensation, the feeling of the demon's hand's on his hips, the tongue pressing inside him, the building anticipation of what's coming next.]