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[Fogado can feel the hot stickiness coat his mouth and tongue and he lets out a muffled moan, gently stroking Alcryst until he's sure he's completely spent, so he can swallow down every last drop. His eyes are half-lidded, still painfully hard himself, yet satisfied to feel Alcryst's pleasure sliding down his throat. When he's done, he withdraws Alcryst from his mouth with a wet noise, licking his lips again and gazing up at him with nothing short of adoration.]

Thanks for letting me be greedy.

[Hearing him say his name like that, the look on his face... He's not going to forget that any time soon, either.]