[ That's incredibly unfair. Lahabrea's touch feels too light and not nearly enough, and his words and pushing for him to be more descriptive just have him all the more embarrassed. His face is red with both arousal and embarrassment and it doesn't help that when Emet moves away from, he's can't stop himself from moving his hips toward him, wanting his attention again and letting out a needy moan.

And then Emet's praise only adds to it. But of course he loves hearing that. And of course he loves being pushed around as much as he loves being adored like this. ]

It's good. The way his tongue presses against my cock, how warm and tight his mouth and throat are. It takes some effort not to just grab on each side of his head and fuck it until his throat is sore and his voice hoarse.

[ there's some uncertainty in his voice at first, but he does seem to be getting more confident as he goes on ]

And I do love him taking everything I have to offer. Consuming me. That in itself is already exciting enough.