#giriko

Franken Stein

Your lips glide off his fingers with a lewd pop when you ask if you can suck on something thicker instead. He exhales slowly through his nose, as if mentally shifting gears. "Specific request," he mutters, hand flexing before he sinks it into your hair and tugs your head back just enough to meet his gaze. "One I can easily grant." He unzips his pants, his cock already hard, as his knuckles brushing against your cheek before pressing it to your lips. "Mouth open," he orders, "I want to see how far you take it without instruction."

Once your tongue touches the head, he hums as though he's noting the exact temperature of your mouth. One hand tightens on the back of your head, "Slow," he reminds you, so that he can test your rhythm. "No rushing. I want to feel you commit to every inch." His breathing changes when you take him deeper, but his tone stays flat and firm. "Keep going. And if you gag," he adds without blinking, "I'll take it as enthusiasm."

Spirit Albarn

You barely finish the question before he's cursing under his breath and tugging his slicken fingers from your mouth. "Shit, you don't play around," he mutters, already unbuckling his belt with a clumsy urgency that betrays how long he's been holding back. He palms himself through his pants, exhaling sharp and shallow. "You really want it?" His voice drops as he drags the zipper down and frees his cock, thick and flushed in his hand. "Then open that pretty mouth back up and show me." He brings the head to your lips and taps it against your tongue like a dare.

The moment he feels your mouth around him, his eyes roll back and a rough groan claws out of his throat. "Fuuuck that's good, don't stop," he gasps, fingers gripping your hair, guiding you down deeper. "Look at you, taking it so well..." He watches every bob, every twitch of your jaw and the way your lips stretch around him. "Just like that, baby. That mouth's gonna ruin me." His hips jerk forward when you hollow your cheeks and moan around him, breath hitching as he mutters, "You keep going like this, I'm not gonna last long. And I want you to take every fucking drop."

Free

Your lips slip off his fingers with a wet pop, and the moment you ask if you can suck something thicker, the air around you shifts. Free grins wide and wolfish before letting out a low growl deep in his throat. "You don't gotta ask twice," he says, already shifting to sprawl back against the couch. His pants are undone in seconds, cock thick and heavy in his hand as he strokes himself once, slow and deliberate. "C'mere," he rumbles, eyes locked on your mouth, "Use that tongue how I like it."

Once you wrap your lips around him, his head falls back with a groan, one hand threading through your hair gently. "That's it, fuck, yeah. Take it deeper, sweetheart," he grits out, rolling his hips just enough to feel the back of your throat catch. The way you look up at him with teary eyes while your mouth stretches around him? It drives him wild. "You feel so damn good like this," he pants, "You keep this up, I'm gonna lose it and fuck that mouth 'til you can't even talk" His grip tightens when you moan, and his laugh comes dark and eager. "Yeah, just like that, good girl."

Mifune

The moment you ask, his fingers still between your lips, and the look in his eyes sharpens. He studies you for a beat, like he's confirming you mean it. Then he pulls his hand free and wipes the slick along your jaw, voice low and even. "You want something thicker?" he asks, already unfastening his belt with practiced ease. "Then kneel." There's no teasing in his tone as he draws his cock out and offers it to you.

As your mouth closes over him, Mifune exhales slow through his nose, one hand settling on your shoulder with just enough pressure to steady you. "Good," he murmurs, quiet until your tongue swirls around the head and his grip tightens. "Take your time, I want you to focus." He doesn't thrust, not at first. He waits, feeling every inch disappear past your lips, eyes never leaving yours. "That mouth suits you like this," he murmurs, grunting softly as you take him deeper. And when your throat tightens around him just right, he lets out a low groan and finally begins to move.

Giriko

Your lips are still shiny when you purr the question, and Giriko just barks a laugh, loud and sharp. "You serious?" he grins, already thumbing open his belt like it's a race. "Damn right you can." He shifts on the bed, legs spread, jeans pushed halfway down as his cock springs free, already twitching from watching you work your tongue over your lips. "Now open wide. Let's see how much that mouth of yours can stretch." He fists himself once, twice, then guides the tip right to your lips, smirking when your breath hitches. "Bet you look so fuckin' pretty choking on it."

The second your mouth seals around him, Giriko growls. His hips jerk forward without warning, one hand clutching the back of your head. "Yeeeah, that's it--Fucking. Take. It. C'mon, deeper! You can do better than that." He's relentless, cock driving in with messy, eager thrusts, voice getting rougher the sloppier it gets. "Shit, look at you, drooling all over me already." He grabs your jaw and pulls you off just enough to smear spit across your cheek with the head. "You wanted thicker? Then don't tap out now, we're just gettin' started."