[ He isn’t especially accustomed to swallowing, but Rokurou Rangetsu is no quitter. He exhales through his nose while knocking it back like a shot, licking the tacky remains from his lips afterward. It’s an unfamiliar weight in his belly, one he doesn’t know if he likes or dislikes, but he does like that babbled praise.

He leans back onto his knees when finished, looking quite pleased with himself. Turned on, he gives his erection a few lazy strokes, brief self-comfort as he rolls onto the bed beside Qinghua so that their heads are level. ]

How do you want to help me? [ his grin is wicked, teasing, ] I could use your thighs if you’re tired, but I’d really like to fuck you down into the mattress.

[ Daemons have too much energy, after all—and he’s vibrating with it, only energized by the effort of giving head. ]