His eyes roll back in his head when Suzaku demonstrates just how far his ridiculously proficient body is able to push itself with ease. For a moment he can only whimper, but as Suzaku starts to move he finds enough coherence to encourage him along.
“Yes, like that, like that… Oh Suzaku, ohhh.”
He could catch Suzaku’s hair and force him to the best rhythm for his own satisfaction - but it’s more charming to let Suzaku have free rein so his fingers are still gentle, combing rather than grabbing, never pushing down.
“How are you so good at this? Suzaku, you’re so good, you’re so-“
He doesn’t last long - he never has when someone decides to work on him with such vigour. With a strangled cry as his only warning his hips twitch up and he’s coming, his cock pulsing against Suzaku’s tongue as he empties himself. The pleasure hits him like a fist and in a moment he’s lax, fingers softening in Suzaku’s hair as he lies on the bed and pants hard.
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“Yes, like that, like that… Oh Suzaku, ohhh.”
He could catch Suzaku’s hair and force him to the best rhythm for his own satisfaction - but it’s more charming to let Suzaku have free rein so his fingers are still gentle, combing rather than grabbing, never pushing down.
“How are you so good at this? Suzaku, you’re so good, you’re so-“
He doesn’t last long - he never has when someone decides to work on him with such vigour. With a strangled cry as his only warning his hips twitch up and he’s coming, his cock pulsing against Suzaku’s tongue as he empties himself. The pleasure hits him like a fist and in a moment he’s lax, fingers softening in Suzaku’s hair as he lies on the bed and pants hard.