[ Again Elan feels a jolt of heat and pride and pleasure as he feels Hiyori lose himself a little and feels his hips and body go tense and jerk against him. It's delightful, he thinks. Perfect. There's something intensely attractive in it - even if the cock in his mouth might slide a little deeper than intended. He hums softly and makes a low noise around Hiyori and then a wetter, slicker noise as he pulls almost free - and then slides lower again and then again, really starting to use his mouth to rut against Hiyori's shaft and to try and make him fall apart. To pick at those seams until he's sure that Hiyori will come to bits.
But there's another pause in there. A slide free, leaving spittle and a string of saliva that parts as he peers up at him with lidded eyes and red cheeks and flushed lips. ]
Where do you want to finish?
[ And then he takes him again. He's not giving up on this. ]
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But there's another pause in there. A slide free, leaving spittle and a string of saliva that parts as he peers up at him with lidded eyes and red cheeks and flushed lips. ]
Where do you want to finish?
[ And then he takes him again. He's not giving up on this. ]