[It's a little strange to imagine himself having a unique taste, but at least he doesn't have to worry about tasting bad to the one person it matters most. It's surprising, though. He figured he'd be at least a little rotten inside. Maybe there is hope for him yet.
While Beel has his hand, he uses that free thumb to gently rub against his jawline. After savoring the sensation of warm, wet abrasion against his fingers, he drags them forward to give Beel some extra friction as well. They're then slowly pushed back in, pressing along his tongue and trailing against the inside of his cheek on one side.]
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[It's a little strange to imagine himself having a unique taste, but at least he doesn't have to worry about tasting bad to the one person it matters most. It's surprising, though. He figured he'd be at least a little rotten inside. Maybe there is hope for him yet.
While Beel has his hand, he uses that free thumb to gently rub against his jawline. After savoring the sensation of warm, wet abrasion against his fingers, he drags them forward to give Beel some extra friction as well. They're then slowly pushed back in, pressing along his tongue and trailing against the inside of his cheek on one side.]