[He can feel it, smell the change in him, hear the increase of his pulse and the tension of every muscle as Temenos's body finally winds to a snapping point. Claws dig hard against the cleric's limbs as he braces for it, relaxing his jaw against the hot spill of Temenos's orgasm into his mouth.
The demon starts swallowing it down immediately, pushing that pulsing length as deep as it can so that he doesn't waste a single drop, eyes screwing shut in fevered concentration and a clouded look of temporary satiation. The taste of him. Of his body. Of his sin. Of his dear Temenos. Served for him. Only for him.
Beelzebub will milk that orgasm for as long as possible, swallowing down every bit that Temenos's body has to offer even as orgasm turns to oversensitivity, to a softening of flesh against his tongue. But he doesn't stop, until he knows his lover is truly bled dry.
Only then does he remove his mouth, reddened and wet and coating his face in saliva from his efforts, his expression as flushed as the exposed skin of his chest and abdomen. Though his eyes are half lidded up towards Temenos as he licks his lips, they still clearly scream his hunger.
It was good. It was what he wanted. And yet he looks like he might pounce on the cleric for a second round, were these damn bars not in their way.]
...I wish there were more. A lot more.
[There's a beat, as he wipes at his mouth with his forearm.]
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The demon starts swallowing it down immediately, pushing that pulsing length as deep as it can so that he doesn't waste a single drop, eyes screwing shut in fevered concentration and a clouded look of temporary satiation. The taste of him. Of his body. Of his sin. Of his dear Temenos. Served for him. Only for him.
Beelzebub will milk that orgasm for as long as possible, swallowing down every bit that Temenos's body has to offer even as orgasm turns to oversensitivity, to a softening of flesh against his tongue. But he doesn't stop, until he knows his lover is truly bled dry.
Only then does he remove his mouth, reddened and wet and coating his face in saliva from his efforts, his expression as flushed as the exposed skin of his chest and abdomen. Though his eyes are half lidded up towards Temenos as he licks his lips, they still clearly scream his hunger.
It was good. It was what he wanted. And yet he looks like he might pounce on the cleric for a second round, were these damn bars not in their way.]
...I wish there were more. A lot more.
[There's a beat, as he wipes at his mouth with his forearm.]
I want to remember this taste of you.