[ Those words and the look Kaeya gives him alone are nearly enough to send him spilling over the edge. There will be much to unpack about this encounter later, much to sort through, but at the moment, it's the farthest thing from Albedo's mind. His cock throbs with near-attainment, cooling quick against the evening air and Kaeya's gusts of breath, but the other man does not make him wait long before swallowing him down again, and Albedo is lost.
Kaeya surrounds him fully, completely, drawing him out with the arch of his tongue. His hips jerk once, twice, his head tipping back at last as heat sweeps over his body, heels pressing firm into Kaeya's back, and with stuttering cry, he comes.
The pure, utter bliss that sweeps over him is...incomparable. He has touched himself before - infrequently, yes, but still, he knows what this sensation should feel like. He has given it thought and weight like other human experiences he has had, he thought he knew what to expect, but this...being pleasured by another person, being taken fully into their mouth and surrounded by the heat of their hands and body, their voice and gaze, worked up so perfectly and expertly -
It is something else entirely. Tugging hard with the hand still tangled in Kaeya's hair, Albedo spills into his throat in thick, hot spurts, his hips writhing with each release, the crown of his head pressed hard back into the mattress, back fully arched. He could remain suspended like this forever, he thinks, and want for nothing else. Such a blissfully exquisite existence was within his reach all this time, and he simply didn't know?
And once he is spent, he gives out against the blankets with a whine that almost sounds like a lament. His thighs go slack around Kaeya's shoulders, his eyes fluttering closed, his breathing a scale of rushing, over-sensitive whimpers. He has never felt so good before, thoroughly and utterly debauched. ]
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Kaeya surrounds him fully, completely, drawing him out with the arch of his tongue. His hips jerk once, twice, his head tipping back at last as heat sweeps over his body, heels pressing firm into Kaeya's back, and with stuttering cry, he comes.
The pure, utter bliss that sweeps over him is...incomparable. He has touched himself before - infrequently, yes, but still, he knows what this sensation should feel like. He has given it thought and weight like other human experiences he has had, he thought he knew what to expect, but this...being pleasured by another person, being taken fully into their mouth and surrounded by the heat of their hands and body, their voice and gaze, worked up so perfectly and expertly -
It is something else entirely. Tugging hard with the hand still tangled in Kaeya's hair, Albedo spills into his throat in thick, hot spurts, his hips writhing with each release, the crown of his head pressed hard back into the mattress, back fully arched. He could remain suspended like this forever, he thinks, and want for nothing else. Such a blissfully exquisite existence was within his reach all this time, and he simply didn't know?
And once he is spent, he gives out against the blankets with a whine that almost sounds like a lament. His thighs go slack around Kaeya's shoulders, his eyes fluttering closed, his breathing a scale of rushing, over-sensitive whimpers. He has never felt so good before, thoroughly and utterly debauched. ]
Kaeya...