[ This time Rokurou allows the exorcist to do what he wants. His hand is bullied away in the end, and he allows it to go easily, resting back against the pillow to enjoy. The daemon's breath hitches when that mouth sinks over his cock, lips and teeth nursing over the glans in a way that beats sensation over his head(s).
Rokurou finds a new home for his fingers in the sheets. Gripping them, he sighs again, looking down at the other man from between his eyelashes. Happy? He's being nice and obedient, giving Matoba freedom of that sticky prize he's so hungry for. There's really no point in fighting against him on this one, because in the end, Rokurou benefits as well.
Precum continues to bead. The daemon swallows, crawling again toward climax, but not quite there yet. That's what he gets for some denial-play, huh... ]
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Rokurou finds a new home for his fingers in the sheets. Gripping them, he sighs again, looking down at the other man from between his eyelashes. Happy? He's being nice and obedient, giving Matoba freedom of that sticky prize he's so hungry for. There's really no point in fighting against him on this one, because in the end, Rokurou benefits as well.
Precum continues to bead. The daemon swallows, crawling again toward climax, but not quite there yet. That's what he gets for some denial-play, huh... ]