[ There is still much Genya is learning about his preferences. Time and interest had both been lacking back home; with sex at the forefront of everything the resort pushes, he has had no choice but to dissect his feelings. Robin squirming against him feels good a way he lacks the vocabulary to explain. The noise that escapes his mouth is exciting; Genya's grip tightens over his slim hips as he rolls his tongue forward again, eager to get another gasp. Maybe even more than that. A cry, a groan, or even something long and nonsensical.
Fingers curl into his scruff. Genya continues, tilting his head to better press his mouth against the shape of Robin's erection, creating a seal with his lips when he presses flush against the delicate skin. Sucking over that flimsy scrap of lace is easy; eyelids lowered, he swallows around the cock in his mouth, greedy for the taste of him despite earlier hesitation.
That's when his long lashes flutter. He looks up best he can at the other man, mostly getting a view of pale belly and chest. Nodding his chin down, he gazes up at Robin from beneath a black veil, wanting to see his cute face. Another aspect of sex he's learned he enjoys; constant checking in with his partner, to see how they're feeling. ]
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Fingers curl into his scruff. Genya continues, tilting his head to better press his mouth against the shape of Robin's erection, creating a seal with his lips when he presses flush against the delicate skin. Sucking over that flimsy scrap of lace is easy; eyelids lowered, he swallows around the cock in his mouth, greedy for the taste of him despite earlier hesitation.
That's when his long lashes flutter. He looks up best he can at the other man, mostly getting a view of pale belly and chest. Nodding his chin down, he gazes up at Robin from beneath a black veil, wanting to see his cute face. Another aspect of sex he's learned he enjoys; constant checking in with his partner, to see how they're feeling. ]