{ his mouth slides away after a few more moments of teasing, only to lightly press teeth nearby, leaving a small mark on skin. the small noises that thoma makes are addictive, driving him with a need for more. to hear every gasp, stutter of breath and moan that escapes the lips that he could kiss forever.
after those weak words of protest, and his tone changes to begging, he smiles against his skin. ayato's lips drag down then. hot open mouthed kisses are left in his wake as he lets his thighs relax so he can sit back onto his heels. his eyes flicker back up, drinking in the sight of thoma as he sits flushed, panting for and needing him.
he licks his lower lip, hand squeezing at thoma's side where it rests around him. }
Well, since you've asked so nicely... { and then his body is leaning further forward, hand still curled around thoma's cock but now his stroking doesn't lift as high, giving himself room to swirl his tongue over the head with a sigh. it's hard to remember how he'd imagined it, but as his mouth sinks lower so his lips are wrapped around the tip, it's hard to think it could have ever been as good of a feeling as the real thing. his other arm still is cradled around thoma's waist, but there's no restraint put in place to hold him down. }
shhh ssshh dkgm
after those weak words of protest, and his tone changes to begging, he smiles against his skin. ayato's lips drag down then. hot open mouthed kisses are left in his wake as he lets his thighs relax so he can sit back onto his heels. his eyes flicker back up, drinking in the sight of thoma as he sits flushed, panting for and needing him.
he licks his lower lip, hand squeezing at thoma's side where it rests around him. }
Well, since you've asked so nicely... { and then his body is leaning further forward, hand still curled around thoma's cock but now his stroking doesn't lift as high, giving himself room to swirl his tongue over the head with a sigh. it's hard to remember how he'd imagined it, but as his mouth sinks lower so his lips are wrapped around the tip, it's hard to think it could have ever been as good of a feeling as the real thing. his other arm still is cradled around thoma's waist, but there's no restraint put in place to hold him down. }