[ The taste of precum reminds Xue Yang of just why he normally dislikes giving blowjobs, but he's not stopping yet. At this point he'd probably be jerking himself off as well if he thought he could stay upright without holding on, but he's doubtful with his current state. Despite his frustration, he can't really make himself pull back off either, and not (just) because of that hand.
The movement and the deepening smell increase his arousal, pushing it not just to the point of the pollen settling in but also reaching deeper, stoking something that goes beyond just the poisoning symptoms. He has no idea how close or far either of them is to orgasm so he pauses his mouth enough to give an awkward, nearly-unintelligible half-mumble around the intrusion, ]
Mouth or ass?
[ before he's continuing as if he hadn't said anything.
Is oral sex enough to clear it? Given how much he's been driven to put his mouth on a cock, he's inclined to guess the answer is a yes. He can handle himself afterwards if he has to. ]
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The movement and the deepening smell increase his arousal, pushing it not just to the point of the pollen settling in but also reaching deeper, stoking something that goes beyond just the poisoning symptoms. He has no idea how close or far either of them is to orgasm so he pauses his mouth enough to give an awkward, nearly-unintelligible half-mumble around the intrusion, ]
Mouth or ass?
[ before he's continuing as if he hadn't said anything.
Is oral sex enough to clear it? Given how much he's been driven to put his mouth on a cock, he's inclined to guess the answer is a yes. He can handle himself afterwards if he has to. ]