[It's once Beelzebub guides his hand down to his scalp that he realizes...he really has been going far too soft this time around, hasn't he? Is it the sorrow over today's trial proceedings weighing him down? He really ought to channel that into something better. This might be their last time to make love, so he should make the absolute most out of it.
As always, Beelzebub makes that incredibly easy. Temenos knows he'll never manage to be satisfied this thoroughly ever again. It's a somber thought, but this is the price he'll have to pay for such an explosive love affair.
The press of Beel's teeth against his sensitive erection sends a jolt of arousal through him, forcing a moan out of him and his body forward to the back of the demon's throat once more. He tugs hard against that orange hair as he follows Beelzebub's rhythm. Every time he's pulled in, he pushes along with it.
His knuckles turn white with the ferocity of his grip as the pressure inside of him builds to a level that he can no longer handle. More and more spillage coats the inside of Beelzebub's mouth. As much as he wishes he could make this moment last forever, all good things must come to an end.
In contrast to the roughness of their sex, the way in which Temenos utters Beelzebub's name in his climax is gentle and loving.]
Enjoy the meal, my dear Beel.
[With one final pull and one final push, he releases himself to fill Beelzebub with everything he could possibly want.]
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As always, Beelzebub makes that incredibly easy. Temenos knows he'll never manage to be satisfied this thoroughly ever again. It's a somber thought, but this is the price he'll have to pay for such an explosive love affair.
The press of Beel's teeth against his sensitive erection sends a jolt of arousal through him, forcing a moan out of him and his body forward to the back of the demon's throat once more. He tugs hard against that orange hair as he follows Beelzebub's rhythm. Every time he's pulled in, he pushes along with it.
His knuckles turn white with the ferocity of his grip as the pressure inside of him builds to a level that he can no longer handle. More and more spillage coats the inside of Beelzebub's mouth. As much as he wishes he could make this moment last forever, all good things must come to an end.
In contrast to the roughness of their sex, the way in which Temenos utters Beelzebub's name in his climax is gentle and loving.]
Enjoy the meal, my dear Beel.
[With one final pull and one final push, he releases himself to fill Beelzebub with everything he could possibly want.]