[Barnabas doesn't respond with words, but he does still use his mouth. Oh, does he ever use it. With it trailing along the underside of it, he eventually reaches the head of Cid's cock, his eyes locked with Cid's own as he takes it within his mouth. His tongue flattens itself against it, working over the foreskin as he draws more of it into his warm and wet mouth.
The taste of him only urges him forward, sucking deeply on the half-hard cock that is now settling within the confines of his mouth. He takes him all the way in, nose pressing into the curls of his pubic hair as he hollows his cheeks on his semi-erection. Then he pulls back, almost to the tip, before bobbing forward again. He's careful, not allowing the half-flaccid state of it to let it slip free of his trajectory, his tongue dragging along the bottom of it as he continues this pace, his lips kissing the root of his cock every time.
Meanwhile, he never loses his hold on Cid's legs, keeping him steady and suspended as he blows him, not even a sign of muscle weakness from holding the man like this.]
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The taste of him only urges him forward, sucking deeply on the half-hard cock that is now settling within the confines of his mouth. He takes him all the way in, nose pressing into the curls of his pubic hair as he hollows his cheeks on his semi-erection. Then he pulls back, almost to the tip, before bobbing forward again. He's careful, not allowing the half-flaccid state of it to let it slip free of his trajectory, his tongue dragging along the bottom of it as he continues this pace, his lips kissing the root of his cock every time.
Meanwhile, he never loses his hold on Cid's legs, keeping him steady and suspended as he blows him, not even a sign of muscle weakness from holding the man like this.]