[ the chat, of course, loves it, practically erupts. hundreds of people come to see stephen put people to heel, and judar is exactly the kind of person begging for it, with the leer in his eyes, the insolent arch of his body, like he can't feel stephen's dick practically boring a hole in the fine delicious dip of his spine.
it doesn't hurt that stephen likes that—the game, the insolence. he bends his head, presses his hot teeth to judar's throat again, just to leave another mark. it's like dripping wax, this heat. ]
You talk a big game for someone on his knees just a minute ago.
[ he keeps stroking judar's cock, an expert, nimble-fingered touch, to draw him into hardness. then he's drawing down those pants further, just enough so he can slide his own cock against the cleft of judar's ass, let judar's erection jut up against his own belly, tempting to the touch, to good taste. ]
You could barely handle it down there. What makes you think you could handle it any other way?
[ That delicious, dripping heat against his back is the exact reason he was doing all of this. For knowing the audience, but also goading the sorcerer into giving as much as he could for this show. It's why he easily melts into those teeth, making it even easier to leave a mark. ]
You say that as if I didn't want to be on my knees.
[ A deep and slow exhale goes out as he's more exposed, feeling the heat of the spit-soaked dick more against him. and enhancing that picturesque moment a little bit more, to drive the audience mad. ]
I can handle plenty. We know exactly why you pulled me up right as I started swallowing you whole, Doctor.
[ Ah, maybe a little too much insolence? Going too far was in his own character- it's fine. He seemed to be aware of that with the dark and sensual laugh that shook his chest and enhanced the body-lines even more. ]
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judar.
[ the chat, of course, loves it, practically erupts. hundreds of people come to see stephen put people to heel, and judar is exactly the kind of person begging for it, with the leer in his eyes, the insolent arch of his body, like he can't feel stephen's dick practically boring a hole in the fine delicious dip of his spine.
it doesn't hurt that stephen likes that—the game, the insolence. he bends his head, presses his hot teeth to judar's throat again, just to leave another mark. it's like dripping wax, this heat. ]
You talk a big game for someone on his knees just a minute ago.
[ he keeps stroking judar's cock, an expert, nimble-fingered touch, to draw him into hardness. then he's drawing down those pants further, just enough so he can slide his own cock against the cleft of judar's ass, let judar's erection jut up against his own belly, tempting to the touch, to good taste. ]
You could barely handle it down there. What makes you think you could handle it any other way?
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You say that as if I didn't want to be on my knees.
[ A deep and slow exhale goes out as he's more exposed, feeling the heat of the spit-soaked dick more against him. and enhancing that picturesque moment a little bit more, to drive the audience mad. ]
I can handle plenty. We know exactly why you pulled me up right as I started swallowing you whole, Doctor.
[ Ah, maybe a little too much insolence? Going too far was in his own character- it's fine. He seemed to be aware of that with the dark and sensual laugh that shook his chest and enhanced the body-lines even more. ]