[ cute. he looks hot, flushed, overwhelmed — and Guanshan adores watching it, each barrier come down one by one, too rapidly for him to be able to comprehend entirely. he doesn't have the patience that a beast like him is probably supposed to possess, no doubt a reflection of Guanshan's own personality that's out-shown the moon itself, but what time he is able to spare teasing him apart he'll relish with full abandon. ]
Oh? [ a soft laugh as he eases up, turning his head to press little lovebites into thighs. he loves this especially — loved fucking Keigo, always, but the slam and grind of two very slender bodies warranted bruising and soreness he knew he wouldn't find with how fucking soft he is right now. ] That sensitive, huh?
[ Keigo's normally sensitive anyway, but that reaction is strong. not that he's easing up because of it, letting one of his legs drop down to his shoulder — watch the spikes on his clavicle — for his hand to circle around and run a soft pad of his fingertip in gentle circles around his clit. delicate, careful, watching the lay of claws in an area so sensitive... and lucky for a prehensile tongue that can work around it to plunge into his hole. ]
[ tasting him is a rush of musk and what's decidedly feminine, a flavor that's changed severely from the usual, now that Guanshan's a creature who can smell the difference between male and female from across a football field. his tongue's long enough to pry deep and coil, slithering along velvety walls in a tight spring, the muscle of it strong and unyielding. like that, he fucks it in and out of him as his fingers keep up a maddeningly steady pace — around and around and around his clit, over and over, without breaking a steady and strong rhythm... ]
[ and as Keigo gets wetter, he can feel that like a slick coating on his tongue too. ]
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Oh? [ a soft laugh as he eases up, turning his head to press little lovebites into thighs. he loves this especially — loved fucking Keigo, always, but the slam and grind of two very slender bodies warranted bruising and soreness he knew he wouldn't find with how fucking soft he is right now. ] That sensitive, huh?
[ Keigo's normally sensitive anyway, but that reaction is strong. not that he's easing up because of it, letting one of his legs drop down to his shoulder — watch the spikes on his clavicle — for his hand to circle around and run a soft pad of his fingertip in gentle circles around his clit. delicate, careful, watching the lay of claws in an area so sensitive... and lucky for a prehensile tongue that can work around it to plunge into his hole. ]
[ tasting him is a rush of musk and what's decidedly feminine, a flavor that's changed severely from the usual, now that Guanshan's a creature who can smell the difference between male and female from across a football field. his tongue's long enough to pry deep and coil, slithering along velvety walls in a tight spring, the muscle of it strong and unyielding. like that, he fucks it in and out of him as his fingers keep up a maddeningly steady pace — around and around and around his clit, over and over, without breaking a steady and strong rhythm... ]
[ and as Keigo gets wetter, he can feel that like a slick coating on his tongue too. ]