[ it's quite the 180° from when he had his face smothered between her legs out, eagerly eating her cunt out as if he had something to prove. ―because he did, since homeboy hadn't tasted a drop a moment before his tongue swiped along her puffy, swollen lips for the very first time. now it's Prompto splayed out on the seat, legs spread under Aranea's command with her armored frame between them, cock in hand. he really wants to ask why she's so eager to suck him off after talking all of that shit, but the both of them know he wouldn't dare ask with her teeth so close to something so delicate.
this is a victory. he's going to go ahead and cherish it as one. ]
You're... you're gonna make me nut in your goddamn mouth at this rate if you don't chill out―!!
[ his words are filthy, labored and desperate, just how she would probably like them. he's not actually going to cum, but the diligent work of her fingers stroking him and her tongue taking its painful time exploring every nerve ending on his tip made him beg to differ. she had seen how he likes to jerk himself off, sure... but what she's doing with those dangerously sexy lips is all her. all talent. immeasurable talent that he never would have expected before now.
she hasn't seen ruined hair yet. the back of her head is the only thing that's keeping him afloat right now, balling her long strands between each finger and tugging hard enough to likely knot them together. Aranea was far from gentle in the way she clung to his head when he was servicing her, so he's just repaying the favor. the grip only tightens by the time she tucks her hair behind her ear, such a simple act but enough to make him want to spontaneously combust. ]
Just my dick? Ohhh... baby. Baby. You could... haha, never be more wrong. My entire body is into this...
[ just like that, a portion of his length disappears between her lips. she pushes down on it with the intent of sucking his cum straight out from the source, peering through the dimly lit interior to see how seriously she is taking this. Prompto is surprised she took as much of him inside as she did, and when she bobs her head up, he's hardly keeping her forced. in fact, only one thing is on his mind. ]
So. Is it... is it good? My cum, I mean. I hope it's pretty good, 'cause you're about to taste a lot of it.
[ only he is going to be reaching for re-assurance about his cum after she's clearly gotten an idea of what to expect and continues to go regardless of her opinion. but. it's Prompto. what can she expect? ]
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this is a victory. he's going to go ahead and cherish it as one. ]
You're... you're gonna make me nut in your goddamn mouth at this rate if you don't chill out―!!
[ his words are filthy, labored and desperate, just how she would probably like them. he's not actually going to cum, but the diligent work of her fingers stroking him and her tongue taking its painful time exploring every nerve ending on his tip made him beg to differ. she had seen how he likes to jerk himself off, sure... but what she's doing with those dangerously sexy lips is all her. all talent. immeasurable talent that he never would have expected before now.
she hasn't seen ruined hair yet. the back of her head is the only thing that's keeping him afloat right now, balling her long strands between each finger and tugging hard enough to likely knot them together. Aranea was far from gentle in the way she clung to his head when he was servicing her, so he's just repaying the favor. the grip only tightens by the time she tucks her hair behind her ear, such a simple act but enough to make him want to spontaneously combust. ]
Just my dick? Ohhh... baby. Baby. You could... haha, never be more wrong. My entire body is into this...
[ just like that, a portion of his length disappears between her lips. she pushes down on it with the intent of sucking his cum straight out from the source, peering through the dimly lit interior to see how seriously she is taking this. Prompto is surprised she took as much of him inside as she did, and when she bobs her head up, he's hardly keeping her forced. in fact, only one thing is on his mind. ]
So. Is it... is it good? My cum, I mean. I hope it's pretty good, 'cause you're about to taste a lot of it.
[ only he is going to be reaching for re-assurance about his cum after she's clearly gotten an idea of what to expect and continues to go regardless of her opinion. but. it's Prompto. what can she expect? ]