[Mephisto can't help but watch in anticipation as he moves lower, grinning as he bites at his lower lip.]
I told you to drink to your heart's content, didn't I?
[Even through the fabric of his pants, that squeeze has him tensing up, gripping the edge of his desk with one hand and smoothing the other down his chest. He already feels overwhelmed, and far more turned on than he was expecting -- but he's not going to complain. Even if it is bringing out far more honest expressions than he'd normally make, as excited as he is to feel those lips around his cock.]
no subject
I told you to drink to your heart's content, didn't I?
[Even through the fabric of his pants, that squeeze has him tensing up, gripping the edge of his desk with one hand and smoothing the other down his chest. He already feels overwhelmed, and far more turned on than he was expecting -- but he's not going to complain. Even if it is bringing out far more honest expressions than he'd normally make, as excited as he is to feel those lips around his cock.]