He's fallen into a rhythm, now, his hand pulling hard at his own cock, the other hand grasping Vash's hip firmly, his legs braced, all so that he can keep the bobbing of his head smooth. The device flashes red and still he continues. They really hadn't reckoned on just how bloody-minded he can be. They'll get their power influx--in spades, probably, if those sounds Vash is making are any indication.
He can feel something hot and wet under his nose that he suspects isn't sweat. But he's almost there. He hums against the cock in his mouth, again. Presses his tongue into its underside. Pushes his head forward until he's taken it in entirely, his throat working against the tip.
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Date: 2019-05-27 09:59 am (UTC)He can feel something hot and wet under his nose that he suspects isn't sweat. But he's almost there. He hums against the cock in his mouth, again. Presses his tongue into its underside. Pushes his head forward until he's taken it in entirely, his throat working against the tip.