#izooooo

↠ izo | 300 words

↠ warnings: cockwarming, implied drug use but it can just be tobacco no i don’t take criticism

on today’s agenda is izo, lounging on the couch in only a pair of harem pants and a coral pink silk robe. on the table beside him is a hookah, embers still burning orange in the chamber, the air thick with smoke and an acrid orange tang.

the pants are pulled down just enough to reveal his long, pretty cock, which is currently nestled inside of you, your arousal staining the fabric and the curls at his base. he isn’t huge, but curves just right to press against the sweet spot inside you constantly, keeping you on the delicate edge of pleasure.

he hums each time you shift, fingers tightening in your hair to keep you from moving too much. he’ll let you ride him eventually, but for now he just wants to feel you tight, dripping around him, on the verge of dozing off.

it’s his favorite way to relax after a long day, other than laying his head in your lap and letting you card your fingers through his hair. the feel of your nails scraping over his scalp is pleasant enough to raise goosebumps, but so is you tumbling over the edge when he starts to rub your clit. thumbing gentle circles over it, he’ll swivel his hips up, pressing his cock deeper into you, reluctant to pull out because it’s so warm inside you.

he’ll make you come like that as many times as he pleases, dozing off between orgasms and hits off of the hookah. he doesn’t even need to cum himself, content just to have you cockwarm him forever, but if you beg sweetly enough for him to fill you up, he will. he can’t ever deny you anything.