Ah, how filthy. He was anticipating a bit more resistance, but instead he's greeted with an all to eager submission as Chuuya allows him to fuck into his mouth like this. A shiver courses down his spine when he thinks about it, and about all the other things be could make him do...]

[Ah, but perhaps not at this rate. His mouth is so hot, and his throat, soft and wet. A particularly lustful groan escapes his lips when he feels that suction, and as he feels himself getting closer, he picks up the pace. Every jerk of his hips has him slamming into Chuuya's throat, until finally, he pushes him down and tenses up, back arching-- and he comes, releasing into Chuuya's throat.]

[He holds him there, damn near forcing him to drink down every drop. It's only after a few very long seconds pass that he lets go, patting Chuuya on the hip as he takes a deep breath.]

My... you're rather talented at that.