[A drop falls from the corner of Takasugi's mouth. Blood and spit stirred together by their tongues, it leaves a red trail before dripping from his chin. Invited or not, his tongue continues to press against Solomon's, weaving more sanguine drool between them, speckled with flesh that he'd sucked into his mouth.
From the way the man acquiesces to the kiss, his voice a faint song drowned by the blood forced down his throat, Takasugi assumes he's enjoying it.
That, more than the hand working its way around his cock or the tongue rubbing against his, is satisfying enough to coax a groan from his throat, one that ends as a tapered laugh, his lips stretched thin to leave the kiss nothing more than teeth and tongue.
Solomon's hand busy between them, Takasugi's are free to roam. They drop to weave around the small of the man's back, delving below his hem to cup and grope his ass. He pulls roughly, spreading cheeks as if he's intent on pressing deeper.
He isn't, but if Solomon likes this too, he might indulge him.]
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From the way the man acquiesces to the kiss, his voice a faint song drowned by the blood forced down his throat, Takasugi assumes he's enjoying it.
That, more than the hand working its way around his cock or the tongue rubbing against his, is satisfying enough to coax a groan from his throat, one that ends as a tapered laugh, his lips stretched thin to leave the kiss nothing more than teeth and tongue.
Solomon's hand busy between them, Takasugi's are free to roam. They drop to weave around the small of the man's back, delving below his hem to cup and grope his ass. He pulls roughly, spreading cheeks as if he's intent on pressing deeper.
He isn't, but if Solomon likes this too, he might indulge him.]