[ Instead of doing something like gripping him by the balls, Matoba is strangely and unexpectedly… cute…
Rokurou swallows as unfamiliar heat prickles in his chest. It’s a feeling that he steadfastly ignores, trying to focus instead on the hot clench of Matoba’s mouth. Fingers twitching, he catches that flicking ear between his pointer and thumb to gently knead, endeared despite himself. It’s while in that strange emotional place that his orgasm grips. Dry heat sparks flames that run the course of his system, bleeding him of sense from head to toe.
Thick semen spills into Matoba’s waiting mouth. The daemon twitches and then goes pliant, breathing shallow, a light sheen of clammy sweat clings to his cheeks and forehead. Fuck, it feels good… and he marinates in that satisfaction, allowing Matoba do whatever the hell he wants as he sinks into the mattress like a limp puppet. ]
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Rokurou swallows as unfamiliar heat prickles in his chest. It’s a feeling that he steadfastly ignores, trying to focus instead on the hot clench of Matoba’s mouth. Fingers twitching, he catches that flicking ear between his pointer and thumb to gently knead, endeared despite himself. It’s while in that strange emotional place that his orgasm grips. Dry heat sparks flames that run the course of his system, bleeding him of sense from head to toe.
Thick semen spills into Matoba’s waiting mouth. The daemon twitches and then goes pliant, breathing shallow, a light sheen of clammy sweat clings to his cheeks and forehead. Fuck, it feels good… and he marinates in that satisfaction, allowing Matoba do whatever the hell he wants as he sinks into the mattress like a limp puppet. ]