[ If he had a tail it would be wagging. With a thing for mature, older people and a hunger for praise, Rokurou eats it up. Praise and affection were never given in his clan—his strict mother had never said he’d ever done a good job, not once. Satisfaction wells up, a thick honey in his chest. It’s enough that he forgets his own dick, hard and throbbing against the bed, in favor of more approval.
It feels good. He feels good. Rokurou glances up at him, mismatched eyes bright before he dips down again to grind the head of Qinghua’s dick into his throat. Encouraging more of that voice, that shuddering breath. His fingers curl, digging down hard as he jerks Qinghua up to him, trying to guide him to the edge and then over with the coaxing suck of his mouth.
His next upward glance is more purposeful. A commanding look, one demanding that the older man give it all up and finish in his mouth so he can really taste him. Rokurou refuses to let him squirm away to come on the sheets; right now, this is all his. Give him what he wants. He’s younger and allowed to be unreasonable, right? ]
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It feels good. He feels good. Rokurou glances up at him, mismatched eyes bright before he dips down again to grind the head of Qinghua’s dick into his throat. Encouraging more of that voice, that shuddering breath. His fingers curl, digging down hard as he jerks Qinghua up to him, trying to guide him to the edge and then over with the coaxing suck of his mouth.
His next upward glance is more purposeful. A commanding look, one demanding that the older man give it all up and finish in his mouth so he can really taste him. Rokurou refuses to let him squirm away to come on the sheets; right now, this is all his. Give him what he wants. He’s younger and allowed to be unreasonable, right? ]