[all Morax gets in response is a well timed hum as Melqal presses the head of his cock against his throat, letting the gentle reverb vibrate against it. greedy doesn't even begin to describe what he is right now; he wants all of Morax, and so much more. whatever the spirit can give him, he will graciously accept it in kind. it's fairly obvious who is taking the reigns on this one, but honestly, if Morax were to flip the tables, so to speak, and take all of him, he would say nothing but let him. he has to remind himself that this is not his body alone, that he needs to be mindful of Dohalim but... the very idea, like earlier, of being used so thoroughly by the other excites him so.
thankfully, his nightwear is loose, his own cock growing harder as he lets his throat constrict around Morax's erection, before slowly bobbing his head up and down. a hand comes up to brush his fingers against his taint, before cradling his balls, squeezing gently. he knows all the ways to rile the deity up, to push him into that delicious desperation, and it always does please him to know that he's the only one who can do it. the only one who's allowed to do it.
after all, Morax is his, as much as he belongs to him.
he does lift his head back up to look at Morax though his eyelashes, letting his cock slip out of his mouth with a soft pop. his other hand comes up to wrap his fingers around the base as his tongue swirls around the head, pressing against the slit. he watches for every reaction, every slip as Morax descends further into madness]
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thankfully, his nightwear is loose, his own cock growing harder as he lets his throat constrict around Morax's erection, before slowly bobbing his head up and down. a hand comes up to brush his fingers against his taint, before cradling his balls, squeezing gently. he knows all the ways to rile the deity up, to push him into that delicious desperation, and it always does please him to know that he's the only one who can do it. the only one who's allowed to do it.
after all, Morax is his, as much as he belongs to him.
he does lift his head back up to look at Morax though his eyelashes, letting his cock slip out of his mouth with a soft pop. his other hand comes up to wrap his fingers around the base as his tongue swirls around the head, pressing against the slit. he watches for every reaction, every slip as Morax descends further into madness]