[As Cid's orgasm builds, Barnabas' hunger for his release does too. Which works, because as Cid makes it more obvious he's about to comeβhis breath quickening, his legs squeezing Barnabas' head like a vice, those beautifully lewd sounds that escape himβBarnabas only continues to push him till he's well over the edge. The warning is utterly unneeded, seeing as Barnabas hilts Cid eagerly to allow his mouth to fill with the bitter and salty reward for his dedicated efforts. Swirling his tongue around the tip, lapping and coaxing out every drop. He savors it, a feral and primal chord being plucked as he allows it to simply permeate his senses.
His eyes fix on Cid's face as his softening cock remains in his mouth while he swallows his prize. He's a little breathless, puffing through his nose mostly with Cid's legs still locked around him, holding him fast to his groin.
But he doesn't mind. He doesn't mind at all, he finds.]
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His eyes fix on Cid's face as his softening cock remains in his mouth while he swallows his prize. He's a little breathless, puffing through his nose mostly with Cid's legs still locked around him, holding him fast to his groin.
But he doesn't mind. He doesn't mind at all, he finds.]