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oh, he feels that, khalom – he is the demon of dreams, after all, and this is your dream, even if you don’t realize it yet. khalom might try to hide behind a facade of anger, but nezarec sees that blush for what it really is.

and how enticing it would be, to play at something far deeper than just fear. he can feel one of his cocks stir at the thought, and when she snaps to bite his thumb, the moan he lets out is deeper, louder than the one that came before. a trickle of tar-black blood, as small as it is, trails its way down the digit from the bite wound, and a full body shudder overtakes nezarec.

“good girl,” he croons. the hand at her waist grips her tighter, and nezarec’s body begins to shift. his face elongates into a long, skull-like snout with sharp, canine teeth, the mask covering it dissolving into the bone like it was never there. “now, it’s my turn.”

just as fast as khalom, his teeth find where her shoulder meet her neck – but the pressure he puts on it is just enough to be a threat, not enough to rend. a muffled chuckle begins in his throat, carries to his chest, then turns into a laugh in his belly.

The “totally not a moan” totally didn’t trigger a primal urge deep inside Khalom, causing her to swallow thickly as she pulled back from her bite, her cheeks flushing a dark purple. Was Nezarec just taunting her, implying her bite was nothing more than a love nip?

She pulled back as he thumbed her lip-- the touch making her swallow again-- and scowled in an attempt to hide her flush as anger instead of desire. “I-it’s not my fault your skin is literally cherry-red leather, jerk.” He wanted better? She’d fucking give him better!

Quick as an amplified Arc user, Khalom snapped her head forward to bite his thumb as hard as she could, determined this time to draw blood. She’d show him how hard she could bite!!

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listen: as far as cayde is concerned, missions like this are a dime a dozen. take out some fallen? easy. they could take out that same bug a dozen different ways in a dozen different places. so when he and andal get the sniper’s nest to themselves, the younger hunter already has mischief on his mind. easy enough to get andy to lose interest in him; all he has to do is babble about the latest city gossip he’s gotten word of from banshee. once andal is engrossed in his work, that’s cayde’s time to strike.

so he’s been a little pent up lately. too many things to do, not enough time to themselves. can andal really blame him when cayde slides over him, pressing his body down against his? it should be a crime, he thinks, to let a hunter go this long without getting those urges out. he purrs as he leans his head up against his partner’s, murmuring in andal’s ear,

“what’s wrong, andy? just doing my job as your spotter.” his solar light flicks out, searching for andal’s void – gauging the man’s feelings on the matter. he’s ready to back off if this is too out of line, but… well, he knows andy. he doesn’t think this is gonna be a problem.

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There’s nothing too out of the ordinary for the mission at hand: Cayde and Andal go off on their own with a couple knowing glances shot their way by Tevis and Shiro, which Andal promptly ignores. They find their way to a sniper’s nest which perfectly overlooks the valley their target is supposed to cut through.

Methodically, the Nightstalker begins to set up his sniper despite the snow that’s lightly falling down, laying a couple of weighed bags on the ground for his beloved gun to rest on while he listens to his other beloved ramble on about whatever has stolen his mind today, responding with the occasional ‘mhms’ and ‘uh huhs’ as he works.

He should know not to lower his guard so easily.

Andal settles down. He lays on the ground, checking to make sure his scope is lined up correctly (it always is, he triple checks every time before they leave for a mission, but it never hurts to be cautious) and there’s a few minutes of quiet.

Then, movement behind him. Cayde is sitting, leaning against one of the makeshift walls. Andal dusts the snow that has started to gather off of his shoulder. As if on cue, Cayde shuffles over next to him.

The warmth is wonderfully inviting, that is, until the Exo begins to clamber to be half-atop him, and suddenly Andal is incredibly aware of what the game is here. “Cayde,” he halfheartedly warns, moreso about the fact that he’s being noisy over anything else.

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👄do they prefer oral or penetrative sex more? // for miilak <3

;; honestly that is a toughie because miilak just enjoys sex so much in all its forms. he loves to watch his partners giving other people oral sex but i suppose if he had to choose for himself he loves giving penetrative sex more. he likes to push his partners to their absolute limits and at his size it is soooo easy for him to do that.

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🏬would they have sex in public? if so, how public is too public? // for cayde >:3

;; he WOULD and he HAS. "too public" is basically anything where there isn't a reasonable assurance of not being caught, but if he can be relatively hidden? alleyways, changing rooms, secluded areas in parks -- you name it, cayde has had sex there

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💦what’s their immediate post-orgasm reaction? // for iiksiiks <3

;; iiksiiks is IMMEDIATELY so cuddly and snuggly post-orgasm; he doesn't tend to have "casual" sex, so that stronger connection to his partners results in him showing a lot of affection right after they've finished. he especially loves to nuzzle up under his partner's neck and just close his eyes and take them in.

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🛏️what’s their favorite position? // for theo!

;; theo loves to be used by his partners, and the position that really makes him Feel that is when he’s bent over something with his partner taking him from behind, bonus points if they have their hand on his neck or back and are keeping him pinned down. he loves feeling like a vessel for someone else’s pleasure, and this is the best way to do that for him. >:3

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𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

🧑‍🤝‍🧑🧑‍🤝‍🧑how do they feel about having multiple partners at once? have they ever done it? 🪢do they have a kink? if so, what is it? 💸have they ever or would they ever accept money or gifts in exchange for sex? 🍆how do they feel about toys? do they have any? what’s their favorite? do they use them with partners? 🌙do they need an emotional connection or are one-night-stands an option? 🫂how do they feel about friends with benefits? 🍒how old were they when they lost their virginity? to whom? was it significant? 🏳️‍🌈what’s their sexual orientation? have they ever experimented outside of that [for more binary orientations such as heterosexual/homosexual]? 👄do they prefer oral or penetrative sex more? ↕️are they a sub, dom, or switch? top, bottom, or switch? 🛏️what’s their favorite position? 🔢what’s their body count? 🕒what’s the longest time they went without engaging in sexual activity with a partner? [masturbation doesn’t count] 👀how do they feel about voyeurism? exhibitionism? 🏬would they have sex in public? if so, how public is too public? 🤪what’s the wildest place they’ve ever done something sexual? ❤️‍🔥what’s their most erogenous zone? 💋do they like to kiss while having sex? do they cuddle afterward? 💦what’s their immediate post-orgasm reaction? 🫶what does after care look like for them?

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"eager, aren't we?" the kell's words are a growl, but a pleased one -- he is more than happy to indulge. after all, scout is indulging him.

there is a hunger in miilak's eyes as he takes the hunter by the waist, pulls him fully into his lap so that he is resting between both cocks -- one pressed firmly against scout's ass, the other rubbing in between the folds of his cunt. both are dripping with self-lubricant, leaving lewd trails on scout's synthetic flesh and metal plating where they touch.

one lower hand holds scout's waist in place, the other beginning to explore the ridges and divets of his plating on his back and sides, dipping into gaps in his armor so his claws might tweak at exposed wires. an upper hand takes scout's jaw and tips it as its twin removes miilak's rebreather. the kell leans in, nipping and nibbling at the hunter's neck cabling.

the feeling of that solar light so close is exhilarating. warmth and heat radiates from miilak's partner, and he cannot help but give a full-body shudder, letting his eyes close for a moment as he savor's the feeling.

then he reaches down, lines the cock at scout's cunt up, and with a gentle upward thrust, begins to slip inside.

"feel free to sink down slowly," he purrs in scout's audial. it is taking all his self control not to pull the exo roughly downwards, to fuck him in his lap like the toy and prize he is. "i know i am a lot to handle, on first pass."

out of the corner of his eye, he sees his guards shift at their posts, one leaning in to get a better look. as if to show off, miilak grips scout's ass and squeezes.

For a moment, he'd forgotten that Eliksni tend to pack double the fun. Sure isn't an issue! But...

There's no way he's taking both of those at the same time, even with both holes -- not without a whole lotta effort. Guess that's what he's here for, isn't it?

While Miilak speaks, Scout makes work of shifting his hands further downwards, shoving two fingers inside himself with a soft noise to slick himself up, though the excitement of this scenario repeating over in his mind has already done a great job of that. It does, however, assist in hiking the Hunter's cock from half-mast to full.

At Miilak's beckoning, Scout moves closer, tossing off the last of his remaining gear to the side as he does so, exposing the sculped mechanical chest of his body. "Happy to do so~ There's never been a more worthy guy than me.

He's about to reach for the Kell's loincloth to push it aside, when the other continues. Oh! Scout's head turns to watch the two Eliksni who are, in turn, observing him right back.

His vents open up a little more at the discovery, softly blowing out air only further heated by his Solar Light.

"'Course!" It takes him a few extra seconds longer than necessary to answer. "Yeah, 'course, I mean, I am still a dangerous Gunslinger who could attack at any moment." Scout's words are filled to the brim with sarcasm; as if he'd waste an opportunity like this.

The Exo gives a little wiggle of his hips, half aimed and Miilak, half aimed at the guards watching. "Now, gonna get on with stuffin' this dangerous Gunslinger full to the point I can't think to do anythin' but beg?"

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"oh, really?" that has astrid turn back towards cayde once more, one brow-ridge lifted. he is an exo that wears his emotions on full display, and the emotion he is conveying now is irritated disbelief. "you pull a few bounties for him, and having vanguard ties is useful. don't flatter yourself and think you're not replaceable."

at this point, astridr-7 does not care how haughty he comes off. he is assured in his position as spider's confidante, and he is tired of being treated as anything lesser than. either cayde will learn his place, or astrid will put him in it. it's as simple as that.

"hunter style?" the warlock barks a laugh, rolling his optics. "like, what, those rags you're wearing? is that what city risen are calling 'style' these days?"

Whoops.

Cayde watches as the Warlock's plating begins to spike up. He hadn't realised that that would get such a reaction, but he definitely stores that in his mind -- either to avoid, or to use against Astrid. Though, hopefully the latter won't end up being the outcome.

"Hey!" the Gunslinger huffs indignantly, "I'm real important to him, actually." Even Cayde knows that Spider doesn't value him on any level higher than the rest of his useful contacts, but still!

But...maybe it's better to give in on this one. As much as it pains him, Cayde also knows that pissing off Spider isn't gonna benefit either of them, and if Astrid is as respected by the Eliksni as he says, then that's a surefire way to do exactly the opposite of what he wants.

So Cayde raises his hands up -- certainly not in submission, but in defeat for now.

Aaaand then he continues anyway, "I know fine well what respect means, fellow associate. You are just a Warlock who doesn't understand Hunter-style." Dig yourself further into that grave, buddy.

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❛  make me forget everything except your name.  ❜ // venus for miilak <3 @midnightfiireworks

a purr rumbles through the kell as he cups her chin in his large fingers, tipping it upwards so his mandibles can reach her neck. the love bites he leaves her are soft, reverent. he holds a goddess in his hands, after all -- she is owed his devotion.

"oh, my dear, i live to please."

he holds her straddled in his lap, one lower hand supporting her waist and holding her up. when miilak thrusts upwards, he pulls venus roughly down on to his cock, and those love bites turn hard, properly marking her -- not just goddess, but kellmate. she may be deified, but she is still his.

"but you don't get to make the demands here, now, do you?" he growls.

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"i-i see. so the lubrication helps in instances of-- a lack of dedication, then?"

ashe feels warm and wanting; many guardians characterize the void as hungry, forgetting solar fire also needs to feed. her light licks out at kronak, heating up the air around the two of them. truth be told, he had not expected this sort of reaction out of himself. this kind of thing, the sex kind of thing, is not something she usually takes interest in. her work comes first and foremost; it always has. but now there is a knot tightening in his belly, and he feels... well, he feels empty.

she wants this knight.

a little whimper escapes him at the touch of chitin on his cunt. after a moment, he moves his hips again, and when her clit brushes against kronak's hand, that whimper turns into a moan. there it is! that's the friction that she wants. she begins to grind against it in earnest, each shaky breath more and more like a gasp.

"i'm not sure i would call it dedication -- oh -- a-as much as a... a fascination with the process." he presses his groin down against kronak's palm, shudders. this is good, but it isn't quite enough. "i can't... well, i can't pass up an opportunity to witness a mating ritual first-hand."

a purr rumbles in kronak’s chest as the little warlock catches himself.

its eyes follow hers, slipping down to where its length rests against his stomach. there is no denying the amusement in its gaze as ashe stutters her observations. a clever little thing, no doubt; a guardian of science and logic. one his mother would approve of, were she around. it only makes his cock twitch, the thought of how the broodmother would approve of this mate. it knows it must have him.

logically, he knows nothing can come from them. it is a hive; she is an awoken. it is a risen; he is a guardian. the wizards have not necessarily proved that the lucent brood is unable to continue the line, but he does not have high hopes. still, he will claim. it will take. it will fill this little warlock with eggs and cum until there is nothing left for him but kronak.

“sword logic does not only apply to our lives,” hums the titan, keeping these secret thoughts close. its hand slips down, to pump along his own length, spreading the lubricant across its fingers and palm. “mating is a competition. a challenge. only the most dedicated of mates surrender to their partners. so for you to simply lie here…”

its hand lowers, resting palm-flat against the awoken’s slit. the rough chitin is eased only by the lubricant as it holds its hand still; allowing ashe’s own movements to stimulate his clit. the noise that vibrates once more through its body is something torn between a purr and a growl.

“you must be very dedicated, little one.”

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🐝  *  ―  𝑩𝑼𝑰𝑳𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.  (  nsfw.  feel free to adjust to better fit your muses.  )

❛  your cock is so delicious.  ❜ ❛  i need you in my mouth now.  ❜ ❛  i get so hard when i’m around you.  ❜ ❛  do you want me to spit or swallow?  ❜ ❛  i need you inside me.  ❜ ❛  guess what i’m wearing right now.  ❜ ❛  why don’t you come over? i promise you won’t regret it.  ❜ ❛  if i was with you, what would you do to me?  ❜ ❛  my legs are missing you in between them.  ❜ ❛  you’ll make me feel so good.  ❜ ❛  i’ve been thinking long and hard about what i wanna do with you tonight.  ❜ ❛  all i can think of is sitting on top of your hard cock.  ❜ ❛  i’m touching myself right now.  ❜ ❛  i wanna hear your moans.  ❜ ❛  i can’t stop thinking about how good you always feel.  ❜ ❛  can you feel how wet / hard i am for you?  ❜ ❛  i love the way you make me feel.  ❜ ❛  you have the most perfect breasts / cock / pussy.  ❜ ❛  i love watching you touch yourself.  ❜ ❛  i can only think of one thing right now and it’s you naked on my bed.  ❜ ❛  all i can think about is how good you’re going to taste.  ❜ ❛  how hard do you want to be fucked tonight?  ❜ ❛  i never knew that i could want someone so badly.  ❜ ❛  i plan on making you scream my name tonight.  ❜ ❛  it’s unfair how sexy you look today.  ❜ ❛  get on your knees, now.  ❜ ❛  i’m going to make you soaking wet.  ❜ ❛  don’t you dare come until i allow you to.  ❜ ❛  i want to tie you up later and have my way with you.  ❜ ❛  how fast do you think i can make you come?  ❜ ❛  i was thinking about you last night.  ❜ ❛  if we weren’t in public right now, i’d bend you over the table and fuck you.  ❜ ❛  i just want to be used by you tonight. can i be your personal toy?  ❜ ❛  tease me until i can’t take it anymore.  ❜ ❛  i can’t wait to taste you on my lips.  ❜ ❛  you can do whatever you want to me tonight.  ❜ ❛  cum for me.  ❜ ❛  you’re gonna be a good girl / boy for me?  ❜ ❛  take control of me, i trust you.  ❜ ❛  i can’t wait to be alone with you.  ❜

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"ohhhh." to say the noise he makes is not a moan would be... well, it would be a lie. the sharpness of her fangs is just enough to break skin, though not quite enough to make him bleed, and it sends a tingle through nezarec, brings a wide grin to his mouth that can be seen even with its covering.

"very good," he purrs, pulling back his forethumb to run its claw across khalom's lower lip. "that even almost hurt.

"but, surely you can do better than that, hm?"

Well fuck that's not what she was expecting. Khalom squawked, startled, and had to grip his hand around her waist with her own as he yanked her towards him. She braced, wincing, waiting for his claws to dig into her flesh. When that didn't happen, she opened her eyes, confused. He was seriously going to let her bite him?

"And I thought I was being forward," she said as she raised an eyebrow. If he was going to insist...

She leaned down to bite his hand as hard as she could, tiny Awoken fangs pricking whatever it was his skin was made out of. Sure, she would happily be playful with the enemy, but he was still the enemy! And she was very much trying to damage him.

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for a moment, ashe thinks kronak will be nice enough to not rip her clothes -- but that idealism is quickly shattered. he should have expected as such from a hive knight, but he groans her frustration regardless.

"i- i would have preferred not to have to buy new pants, you kn-- oh."

the damp feeling on his thigh and stomach has ashe craning her neck to get a good look, and his breath comes out as a gasp once he does. the knight is large. she should have realized that before, but looking at its girth now has her swallowing back the lump in her throat. she silently thanks the traveler for its gifts -- he is not sure he could handle what's coming next, if he were mortal.

"self-lubricating? fascinating." the words are more for ashe herself than for kronak. the warlock can't help but want to touch it, to get a better feel for it -- see how the texture feels against his hand, the firmness, just how sticky his lubricant is. perhaps even taste it. "i-i suppose your mates must, ah, need the extra help, yes?"

perhaps female hive don't lubricate -- or perhaps it is a symptom of a typically more rough mating cycle. ashe would love to find out.

his clit is hard, desperate for attention, but he doesn't know how much he's allowed to move. this time, when his hips wriggle, it's to press upwards, desperately looking for that contact, that friction. she doesn't even realize that she's doing it.

the massive knight looms over its captive, the stench of his arousal and hers thick in the air.

its hand is wrapped around ashe's waist. its hips keep his legs spread, opening him to the knight. there is no escape from him. the cold drum of his void thuds beneath chitinous armor; a low thrum to compliment ashe's wild pulsing.

she will submit, and it will take what is his. there is no denying what he wants. and, judging by the warlock's futile movements, no denying her, either.

“you have chosen to study the lifestyles of the alien,” rumbles the knight. its free hand lowers, to tug at the belt cinched around her waist. “if there is one thing i have learned from my mother, it is that knowledge cannot be denied.”

his robes rip open with ease, and kronak shifts. its cock, already half-hard and dripping with natural lubricant, rests between her thighs. it leaves a lude trail of damp across his stomach.

“you are now part of your own study, doctor.”

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&. 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  an  assortment  of  smut  /  nsfw  implied  dialogue  prompts  with  not  so  explicit  language.  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ i’ve been thinking about you all day. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ how badly do you want me? ❜

❛ i can’t get enough of you. ❜

❛ i’ve never done something like this before. ❜

❛ i like being close to you. you’re warm. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ you look like you were jealous. ❜

❛ i’m not jealous. ❜

❛ shh. there’s people in the other room. ❜

❛ say you want me, and i’m yours. ❜ 

❛ i won’t bite. unless you’re into that sort of thing. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ would you like to go somewhere a little more private? ❜

❛ i’ll take care of you. ❜

❛ there’s so many things i wanna do to you. ❜

❛ take off your clothes. ❜

❛ i’m going to ruin you. ❜

❛ show me how much you missed me. ❜

❛ is this okay? ❜

❛ you know you love me. ❜

❛ i want you to feel good. ❜

❛ i want this. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you’re such a tease. ❜

❛ want me to model these for you? ❜

❛ we have to make this quick. ❜

❛ what are you looking at? ❜

❛ it’s hot when you talk back. ❜

❛ you don’t have to be gentle. i won’t break. ❜

❛ don’t you know what you’re doing to me? ❜

❛ i really want to kiss you right now. ❜

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. ❜

❛ this is a one time thing. ❜

❛ you know where to find me. ❜

❛ did i say you could stop? ❜

❛ you’re soaked. let me grab you a towel. ❜

❛ i want to see you. ❜

❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜

❛ no ones here. we can be as loud as we want. ❜

❛ you look good with my hands around your throat. ❜

❛ i’ll be good, i promise. ❜

❛ you’re really good at that. ❜

❛ shut up and kiss me already. ❜

❛ you better watch your fucking mouth. ❜

❛ don’t mind me. just enjoying the view. ❜

❛ tell me what you want. ❜

❛ you can be rough. i can take it. ❜

❛ and where do you think you’re going? ❜

❛ if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up. ❜

❛ i shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you. ❜

❛ what if i hurt you? ❜

❛ you won’t hurt me. ❜

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❛   i wanna  bend  you  over  a  table.   ❜ | scout for either astrid or theo, up to u. also up to u whether theyre already gettin down or if he just says it as a passing comment -- @explosivehead

theo’s already half out of his shirt when the hunter makes that comment, and as he pulls it fully off and tosses it aside, he gives scout a crooked, fanged grin and an excited little laugh. the same white freckles that adorn the deep blue of his face rest on his shoulders and trail all the way down his arms and over his back, giving him the appearance of a star-lit sky – the effect enhanced by how dim the light in the room they share is. while he has some of that typical titan muscle, it’s compacted into his shorter frame, and without his armor, theo looks like he could be either titan or hunter – if you go by what body types are typical, that is.

“that so?” the awoken purrs. his eyes are like two moons set into two black orbs, and the way they glow makes it clear just how long they linger on the hunter’s body as they look him up and down. mischief sparks in them, and his grin turns into a smrik. “well… i wouldn’t be opposed to that idea.”

his thumbs hook into the waist of his pants. he begins to slide them off.

“...if you can manage to push me down on to it, i mean.”

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❛  you want me to do what?  ❜ // bran for miilak or iiksiiks you can decide <3 - @midnightfiireworks

“get on your knees.”

the captain’s words are stern. a little game, for her – a little bit of pressure, a small correction. despite his tone, when iiksiiks’s hand comes up to cup bran’s cheek, the touch is as gentle as a whisper, clawed fingers tracing along her jaw. he would never hurt her; she knows this, or she should. this touch is a reminder of that promise.

iiksiiks’s fingers slide down to hold bran by the chin. his thumb finds her lips, parts them, slips into her warm mouth without waiting for permission. his other hand reaches down to grasp one of his cocks, pump it once, twice.

“your lips are too pretty to not be put to good use.”