[The insult carries to his ears, and warms them. He can tell the fondness in it, and it only makes him press on with more gusto. He smiles a rare little smile, before giving a lick over the man's throbbing head.]
You love it.
[He murmurs, before his fingers grip in tighter as if to leave indents. An angling of his head, and he's letting the man's cock sink deep as if to hit the back of his throat, groaning all the way.]
[As if he means to swallow him whole, here and now. He very much well could, if he wanted. Something is reckless enough where he has half an idea just to bite.]
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You love it.
[He murmurs, before his fingers grip in tighter as if to leave indents. An angling of his head, and he's letting the man's cock sink deep as if to hit the back of his throat, groaning all the way.]
[As if he means to swallow him whole, here and now. He very much well could, if he wanted. Something is reckless enough where he has half an idea just to bite.]