[ He watches Matoba, heart pounding, half-expecting the man to simply bite his member off, and that little soft noise of surprise he fails to suppress in time is the only indication of where his thoughts have run in that one moment.
It’s times like these that he feels truly helpless in the face of his own inexperience… ]
You wouldn’t dare—
[ Dare to do what? Imagine him in a submissive position? Challenge him? Actually get his mouth all over him? But Matoba’s breaking past his barriers with such disturbing ease that Dante’s tempted to call off this game, but…
But that’s tantamount to losing.
And he doesn’t want to consider that perhaps he might even enjoy having their roles reversed, that he might even be just a little…afraid of this man and the malevolent energies surrounding him. It brings to mind certain old legends of Solaria about evil spirits, to say nothing of the ever-present threat of the Dark Zone…
But Matoba is quite corporeal, quite human, and too painfully skilled with his mouth for his own good, and in spite of himself his cock is most certainly enjoying Matoba’s attentions, while Dante’s hands grip at the lounge cushions as he fights off the urge to simply pick up this man and ram him face-first into the pillows and—
This is bad. He can’t think. His thoughts are melting away with the heat of Matoba’s mouth, and the bastard has barely just begun. ]
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It’s times like these that he feels truly helpless in the face of his own inexperience… ]
You wouldn’t dare—
[ Dare to do what? Imagine him in a submissive position? Challenge him? Actually get his mouth all over him? But Matoba’s breaking past his barriers with such disturbing ease that Dante’s tempted to call off this game, but…
But that’s tantamount to losing.
And he doesn’t want to consider that perhaps he might even enjoy having their roles reversed, that he might even be just a little…afraid of this man and the malevolent energies surrounding him. It brings to mind certain old legends of Solaria about evil spirits, to say nothing of the ever-present threat of the Dark Zone…
But Matoba is quite corporeal, quite human, and too painfully skilled with his mouth for his own good, and in spite of himself his cock is most certainly enjoying Matoba’s attentions, while Dante’s hands grip at the lounge cushions as he fights off the urge to simply pick up this man and ram him face-first into the pillows and—
This is bad. He can’t think. His thoughts are melting away with the heat of Matoba’s mouth, and the bastard has barely just begun. ]