[Nocturne gladly laps up any of the blond's emissions, despite the bitter, salty flavor, savoring it like wine. His lips wrapped around just the head, suckling on it before he pulled away to place a kiss on the heated flesh.]
You don't need to. [He's only slightly embarrassed, but suddenly feeling emboldened.] ... I... I... want to give you pleasure, as well...
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You don't need to. [He's only slightly embarrassed, but suddenly feeling emboldened.] ... I... I... want to give you pleasure, as well...