[ And yet, this is what Rokurou likes about him. Proud and unyielding. Clever. Knowing the real line and never quite crossing it. Matoba is a capricious creature that, over the years, Rokurou has come to like too much. Who else would he allow to dress him up in a horrible cat outfit and fuck him with a plug in his ass? Though some would accuse him of being insatiable, the answer is that he would permit very few to possess his body in a way he doesn't expressly permit. It's the same now, while wearing these absurd gloves and allowing Matoba to force his cock into a second erection through sheer will and a hot, sucking mouth.
And fuck, does the man know how to suck his dick. Rokurou would have been happy to get off a second time this way alone, fucking into Matoba's mouth and spilling down his throat. That, however, is not where the exorcist allows this to end. It's ass for ass tonight; he lifts himself and crawls up to straddle, hips raised to align over his cockhead and sink. Greedy, greedy, greedy. Tight heat encompasses his sensitive cock and Rokurou groans again, brows knit in pleasure. ]
You, ah... [ he reaches, paws folding over the small of Matoba's waist, ] It feels like a reward for yourself.
[ Yet the wet daze of the daemon's mismatched eyes and flush staining his cheeks speak a different story. His body clenches, ass tightening around the toy still inside himself, which only serves to turn him on more. Matoba's body has become a home for him; his cock sinks into that familiar clench and begins to move, pounding against sensitive inner walls as Rokurou begins to snap his hips upward. Slowly, but with force so that Matoba feels him.
Once again, one of those fuzzy mitts finds its way to Matoba's cock. Rokurou toys with it, stroking those plush toebeans along the shaft, trying to inspire it to harden. Though, really, he's still hoping Matoba feels some shame from getting a paw-glove handjob. ]
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And fuck, does the man know how to suck his dick. Rokurou would have been happy to get off a second time this way alone, fucking into Matoba's mouth and spilling down his throat. That, however, is not where the exorcist allows this to end. It's ass for ass tonight; he lifts himself and crawls up to straddle, hips raised to align over his cockhead and sink. Greedy, greedy, greedy. Tight heat encompasses his sensitive cock and Rokurou groans again, brows knit in pleasure. ]
You, ah... [ he reaches, paws folding over the small of Matoba's waist, ] It feels like a reward for yourself.
[ Yet the wet daze of the daemon's mismatched eyes and flush staining his cheeks speak a different story. His body clenches, ass tightening around the toy still inside himself, which only serves to turn him on more. Matoba's body has become a home for him; his cock sinks into that familiar clench and begins to move, pounding against sensitive inner walls as Rokurou begins to snap his hips upward. Slowly, but with force so that Matoba feels him.
Once again, one of those fuzzy mitts finds its way to Matoba's cock. Rokurou toys with it, stroking those plush toebeans along the shaft, trying to inspire it to harden. Though, really, he's still hoping Matoba feels some shame from getting a paw-glove handjob. ]
Haha... meow.