[Scratches are still scratches, stinging reminders, pain adding an edge to Satan's own enjoyment; he lets out a noise that's half moan half laugh, jostling Akira around on his lap for reasons that are going to be blatantly obvious in a second.
When, y'know. Something hard and damp and, uh, spiked in a nsfw way starts sliding up against Akira's ribcage, rubbing gently with the momentum of each spank. Ah, well. Hm. That's not what his dick looks like otherwise, promise.]
Shit, look at you go. For a skinny little runt, you're getting really into it. Beautiful. [Another rumbling noise, another spank, and he rubs his claw against every surface he possibly can in that greedy, wet mouth, threatening to push too deep and invoke the gag reflex (does Akira even have one) (i leave it to the scholar).]
[ Good news, he either doesn't or has trained himself out of it, either way letting himself be a wet, inviting hole for however deep the clawed finger wants to go.
Keeping his mouth open is also doing wonders for letting all his reactions come out loud and clear, shameless yelps and groans only muffled by that aforementioned claw, and wouldn't you know it they start shifting ever-so-slightly once something starts unsheathing itself against him.
Questioning at first, interest at the revelation, and then downright eager as his imagination takes a moment to run off.
And if there's any plausible deniability as to what he's imagining, his mouth and tongue are bound to clear that up no problem. His head starts bobbing quite deliberately, tongue dragging across the bottom of Satan's finger to swirl around the nailbed before going right back down. ]
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When, y'know. Something hard and damp and, uh, spiked in a nsfw way starts sliding up against Akira's ribcage, rubbing gently with the momentum of each spank. Ah, well. Hm. That's not what his dick looks like otherwise, promise.]
Shit, look at you go. For a skinny little runt, you're getting really into it. Beautiful. [Another rumbling noise, another spank, and he rubs his claw against every surface he possibly can in that greedy, wet mouth, threatening to push too deep and invoke the gag reflex (does Akira even have one) (i leave it to the scholar).]
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Keeping his mouth open is also doing wonders for letting all his reactions come out loud and clear, shameless yelps and groans only muffled by that aforementioned claw, and wouldn't you know it they start shifting ever-so-slightly once something starts unsheathing itself against him.
Questioning at first, interest at the revelation, and then downright eager as his imagination takes a moment to run off.
And if there's any plausible deniability as to what he's imagining, his mouth and tongue are bound to clear that up no problem. His head starts bobbing quite deliberately, tongue dragging across the bottom of Satan's finger to swirl around the nailbed before going right back down. ]