[ There are endless amounts of praise ready to fall from Thoma's lips as Ayato takes him deeper and deeper, murmured softly between moans. At times, his hand squeezes Ayato's shoulder when his tongue rubs over a spot that feels particularly nice, but he's just as quick to gently massage the spot in apology, only to do it all over again a few moments later. ]
[ It feels like all he can hear are his own moans, which makes the blush on his face deepen once more, but the way Ayato moans around him hits like a well placed arrow through his heart. ]
[ Cautiously, he peeks an eye open- when had he even closed his eyes- to look down at Ayato and watch those heavenly movements. And then he feels himself throbbing inside his mouth which wrenches another open moan because he really can't handle such a beautifully enticing sight, one that sends him mindlessly stumbling over his words again. ]
My lord, you're so good to m-me, your mouth is so lovely, you are- mmn!
[ His grip tightens again and this time he can't hold himself back from that flex up of his hips, trying desperately to bury himself back inside. ]
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[ It feels like all he can hear are his own moans, which makes the blush on his face deepen once more, but the way Ayato moans around him hits like a well placed arrow through his heart. ]
[ Cautiously, he peeks an eye open- when had he even closed his eyes- to look down at Ayato and watch those heavenly movements. And then he feels himself throbbing inside his mouth which wrenches another open moan because he really can't handle such a beautifully enticing sight, one that sends him mindlessly stumbling over his words again. ]
My lord, you're so good to m-me, your mouth is so lovely, you are- mmn!
[ His grip tightens again and this time he can't hold himself back from that flex up of his hips, trying desperately to bury himself back inside. ]