[How do you tell somebody you don't mind if they fuck your face without telling them, a memoir by Nicholas D. Wolfwood. Granted, he could very easily just SAY this, but that would require pulling that dick out of his mouth and he just got here, he's not going anywhere, thanks. He is fascinated by the feeling of it in his mouth, because...most people are human, and though the penis moves around quite a bit more than you'd suspect if you don't have one, it doesn't do what Vash's is doing right now. And, honest to god, the idea of Vash's length deciding to wiggle its way down his throat on his own is making him wet. Let's not forget that Wolfwood is also here, he is also struggling, and he's pretty sure his underwear has been completely ruined by this point. They're fucking soaked.
For the time being, though, he's okay with remaining neglected. He can fantasize about sticking it in later when he's finished here.
He doesn't resist the way Vash keeps unintentionally thrusting his hips against his face, for what it's worth. In fact, he seems to be only encouraging it as he takes it head-on every time, eyes rolling up to lock with Vash's as they glitter with lust. Now, he's a man on a mission. He will not stop, won't rest, until Vash cums in his face. That is his goal, and he has two convenient points of attack. That cock, which he's steadily swallowing down more and more of as he acclimates to the feeling of it in his mouth and the stretch of his jaw, and that slick entrance, which he's now taken to thrusting his finger into, gently. He kindof wishes it were his tongue instead, but again, he had to pick one. He's pretty sure Vash doesn't mind.
It's slow, at first. Wolfwood hasn't done this in a very long time, and it shows. His cheek bulges occasionally as he misses his mark and that tendril coils up in the back edge of his mouth, causing him to exhale on a garbled moan through his nose. Then, he'll draw back, readjust, and bob his head back down again. Eventually, with his tongue to guide it and his other hand carefully wrapped around the base, Wolfwood finds a rhythm. He works Vash over carefully, using the slick he produces to make the glide all the more smooth, all while he finger-fucks that entrance beneath it.
And what will Vash find? Well...
Wolfwood takes a sharp breath through his nose, like he's about to dive underwater. Then, he brings his head and shoulders down, taking Vash's entire cock into his mouth until he's nosing at his groin, brushing against blonde curls.
He swallows as hard as he can in that moment he's holding his breath, the tip of Vash's length sitting right at the furthest back of his throat.]
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For the time being, though, he's okay with remaining neglected. He can fantasize about sticking it in later when he's finished here.
He doesn't resist the way Vash keeps unintentionally thrusting his hips against his face, for what it's worth. In fact, he seems to be only encouraging it as he takes it head-on every time, eyes rolling up to lock with Vash's as they glitter with lust. Now, he's a man on a mission. He will not stop, won't rest, until Vash cums in his face. That is his goal, and he has two convenient points of attack. That cock, which he's steadily swallowing down more and more of as he acclimates to the feeling of it in his mouth and the stretch of his jaw, and that slick entrance, which he's now taken to thrusting his finger into, gently. He kindof wishes it were his tongue instead, but again, he had to pick one. He's pretty sure Vash doesn't mind.
It's slow, at first. Wolfwood hasn't done this in a very long time, and it shows. His cheek bulges occasionally as he misses his mark and that tendril coils up in the back edge of his mouth, causing him to exhale on a garbled moan through his nose. Then, he'll draw back, readjust, and bob his head back down again. Eventually, with his tongue to guide it and his other hand carefully wrapped around the base, Wolfwood finds a rhythm. He works Vash over carefully, using the slick he produces to make the glide all the more smooth, all while he finger-fucks that entrance beneath it.
And what will Vash find? Well...
Wolfwood takes a sharp breath through his nose, like he's about to dive underwater. Then, he brings his head and shoulders down, taking Vash's entire cock into his mouth until he's nosing at his groin, brushing against blonde curls.
He swallows as hard as he can in that moment he's holding his breath, the tip of Vash's length sitting right at the furthest back of his throat.]