He softens his jaw and tongues him as deeply as he is welcomed, steadying Hector as best he can with a firm hand while glossing his skin with hungry, sloppy kisses. For the moment he pauses - and he does pause, letting his jaw rest in a way Abel doesn't need to - he breaks a string of spit with a flick of his tongue and smiles at him, his sly, feral edge breaking through the haze.]
Don't get used to it. [He warns, freeing Hector's dick.
But his touch stays patient and indulgent, eyes half-closed as he looks Hector over and wallows in the sweet suffering that makes him that much more perfect under the velvety wash of candlelight. A flushing, fuckable wreck that has him lamenting the desire he can't fully act on.]
'twould seem... [he swabs precome from the tip of Hector's cock and rubs it over his entrance with a calculated calm meant to be infuriating] ...that even the most stubborn of cunts will open to the blessing of a warm tongue.
[He chuckles at the thought of turning the Belmont's body against himself and horrifying him, while plucking the stopper from the vial. The oil spills out and more than intended, enough that he's able to slick a few fingers on Hector's skin.]
I have never known it, myself. But... there is enjoyment enough in watching you squirm.
[He presses at him with the pad of his forefinger, gauging how much give there is to Hector's body first before he slowly wills himself inside.]
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He softens his jaw and tongues him as deeply as he is welcomed, steadying Hector as best he can with a firm hand while glossing his skin with hungry, sloppy kisses. For the moment he pauses - and he does pause, letting his jaw rest in a way Abel doesn't need to - he breaks a string of spit with a flick of his tongue and smiles at him, his sly, feral edge breaking through the haze.]
Don't get used to it. [He warns, freeing Hector's dick.
But his touch stays patient and indulgent, eyes half-closed as he looks Hector over and wallows in the sweet suffering that makes him that much more perfect under the velvety wash of candlelight. A flushing, fuckable wreck that has him lamenting the desire he can't fully act on.]
'twould seem... [he swabs precome from the tip of Hector's cock and rubs it over his entrance with a calculated calm meant to be infuriating] ...that even the most stubborn of cunts will open to the blessing of a warm tongue.
[He chuckles at the thought of turning the Belmont's body against himself and horrifying him, while plucking the stopper from the vial. The oil spills out and more than intended, enough that he's able to slick a few fingers on Hector's skin.]
I have never known it, myself. But... there is enjoyment enough in watching you squirm.
[He presses at him with the pad of his forefinger, gauging how much give there is to Hector's body first before he slowly wills himself inside.]