[ Frank, isn't he? Jyuto feels some heat rush to his face when he hears what Riou wants, his teammate's finger tips perhaps even able to feel it in his skin. Even still, his gaze doesn't shy away when he answers. ]
I'll take care of it. [ Jyuto gives Riou's shaft a few more pumps of his wrist before settling both of his hands carefully at the base. Some of his fingers lace together in the fluff of Riou's pubic hair. There's a smirk against the ridge of the glans before Jyuto kisses the top of it, and he gives the rest of the length a long, visible lick with his tongue like a slut with a popsicle.
When he reaches the head again, Jyuto takes the dick in his mouth and readies himself for what it's going to feel like— Riou had specifically said he wanted it stuffed down his throat, after all. The thought gets him hornier, and he makes a soft noise against throbbing arousal, pushing his head forward as far as it'll go. He'd intended to watch Riou while he did so, but it's big; Jyuto closes his eyes and sighs hard through flared nostrils, trying to savor and memorize Riou's shape and taste. Some slobber dribbles down his chin. The reason he's taken the base with two hands is so that he can stifle his gag reflex with a pressure point, his thumb pressing into said spot on his hand when the swollen crown of Riou's cock pushes past his soft palate, towards the depths of his throat.
Jyuto knows that taking a successful facefucking from Riou is going to be a feat. There's the possibility this could backfire miserably and ruin any kind of sexual attraction Riou might feel towards him; risk sending them on their way, unsatisfied and awkward. Still, he's confident with his head held and ready, Riou buried to the hilt and with Jyuto's nose nestled against his bush. ]
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I'll take care of it. [ Jyuto gives Riou's shaft a few more pumps of his wrist before settling both of his hands carefully at the base. Some of his fingers lace together in the fluff of Riou's pubic hair. There's a smirk against the ridge of the glans before Jyuto kisses the top of it, and he gives the rest of the length a long, visible lick with his tongue like a slut with a popsicle.
When he reaches the head again, Jyuto takes the dick in his mouth and readies himself for what it's going to feel like— Riou had specifically said he wanted it stuffed down his throat, after all. The thought gets him hornier, and he makes a soft noise against throbbing arousal, pushing his head forward as far as it'll go. He'd intended to watch Riou while he did so, but it's big; Jyuto closes his eyes and sighs hard through flared nostrils, trying to savor and memorize Riou's shape and taste. Some slobber dribbles down his chin. The reason he's taken the base with two hands is so that he can stifle his gag reflex with a pressure point, his thumb pressing into said spot on his hand when the swollen crown of Riou's cock pushes past his soft palate, towards the depths of his throat.
Jyuto knows that taking a successful facefucking from Riou is going to be a feat. There's the possibility this could backfire miserably and ruin any kind of sexual attraction Riou might feel towards him; risk sending them on their way, unsatisfied and awkward. Still, he's confident with his head held and ready, Riou buried to the hilt and with Jyuto's nose nestled against his bush. ]