[Their augmented kiss is exciting, though he's left feeling somewhat selfish for adding red, it seems like Takasugi's enjoying it just as well. He hasn't recoiled yet, for example. He's a willing participant and though this is much more involved than the first time he'd tried to take blood from the samurai, he's apparently fine with it.
All in the technique...
Speaking of, four fingers favor Takasugi's cock as he falls into a simple pattern of back and fourth, up and down. It's timed with his hips haphazardly bumping forward which proves to be too much goddamn work all at once. He'll abandon his own warmth, thumb curving to properly grip the more unfamiliar cock. His grip pauses at the crowned tip, swirling that shorter digit over his spherical end. The slit of it isn't entirely neglected either; weight finds it, a teasing pressure.
Though he does draw away at the attention to his rear; it isn't unpleasant, just surprising. Apparently so even within this context. His mouth's messy, bloodstained and drippy, his teeth match with a tapered crimson.]
Is that what you want?
[He'll abandon his grip, only to spit into his palm -- bloodstained but applicable. A slicker hold rides his length, as if coaxing him into saying something later regrettable, hm hm hm.]
look at all those typos i do at 8am
All in the technique...
Speaking of, four fingers favor Takasugi's cock as he falls into a simple pattern of back and fourth, up and down. It's timed with his hips haphazardly bumping forward which proves to be too much goddamn work all at once. He'll abandon his own warmth, thumb curving to properly grip the more unfamiliar cock. His grip pauses at the crowned tip, swirling that shorter digit over his spherical end. The slit of it isn't entirely neglected either; weight finds it, a teasing pressure.
Though he does draw away at the attention to his rear; it isn't unpleasant, just surprising. Apparently so even within this context. His mouth's messy, bloodstained and drippy, his teeth match with a tapered crimson.]
Is that what you want?
[He'll abandon his grip, only to spit into his palm -- bloodstained but applicable. A slicker hold rides his length, as if coaxing him into saying something later regrettable, hm hm hm.]