Glitter & Dust

Feeling that liquid spill over onto his hands sent a warm wave of triumph through him. He looked down at the mess, then back up at Valentino, watching with the same focus Val had given his hypnotic stare—absolutely transfixed as he watched that tongue link his own cum off his hand. He wondered it if tasted better than his own—he certainly hoped so. But there was no way to tell with this man, it was always a performance.

That didn’t stop him from leaning in and giving him what he wanted of course. Like that fruit, he was sweet to encourage devouring. The more of him they took, the harder it was to let him go. Still, it was short lived.

Pulling back from the kiss, he smiled gently. Sweet and kind and patient, as he gently wrapped lower hands around Vox’s grip still holding the moth’s cock and squeezing. Practical in urging every last drop from his sex before pulling back and kneeling again. Just as before, he licked the mess clean–couldn’t very well let him leave like this, right?

And once his lower hands were clean, he set to redressing himself as he set his attention onto Vox. Lace once again over his sex before pulling his dress down–all the while not once hesitating to suck fingers and other appendages clean.

Only once he was finished did cerise eyes turn up to his would-be love for the night, considering him for a second or two before smiling again and getting up. Lower hands gently righting Vox’s clothes–gently tucking him away just before he settled side-saddle across the overlord’s lap. Upper arms winding over his shoulders and leaning in much too close to see him as one claw dared again to tease one of those antennae atop his screen.