[ Aside from his moments of surprise, any disapproval from others—real or imagined—hardly occupies his mind at all. All that matters is that his current partner is into it, and as strange as that might seem to him, Tomura isn't going to put a damper on his own enjoyment. It's difficult to have a choice in the matter anyway, as a sensitive burst of pleasure courses through his body once more at the feel of Hua Cheng's finger chasing a drop of cum along his backside, pushing it back inside him. Despite his comparative sluggishness against Hua Cheng's arousal-addled state, the hint of a prelude coaxes a pool of warmth to gather again, sitting low in his belly.
Hua Cheng's murmur of approval sets off a buzz of a different kind of pleasure, one a bit more intellectual and smug. There's not much time for him to simmer in that feeling before his mind fizzles out to the sensation of pliable and wet against his hole. Having only briefly tasted it before, there's still an element of unfamiliarity to it—but with unfamiliarity, also excitement. His hips squirm slightly in Hua Cheng's hold, his thighs tense with the new stimulation; instinctively, his hole clenches against the flexible intrusion of Hua Cheng's tongue, wanting to feel it more. It's different than taking fingers or a cock; it doesn't sink as deep, but the friction and the movement tease more intensely at his rim, making his toes curl and his cock start to drip.
It takes a second or two for him to gather his own bearings. He's sunk lower over Hua Cheng's cock, has the head of it pressing into his cheek, muffling the quiet noise of pleasure when the other man's tongue had pushed inside him. Now, he curls his tongue around Hua Cheng's shaft and grinds the tip into the slick warmth of his mouth, before pulling back with a suck. As he separates, a mess of saliva and precum drools from his lips, staining and messing his chin and Hua Cheng's dick, wet and filthy; if anything, that simply entices him more, and Tomura wastes no time in lowering himself again. His lips and tongue pillow the other man's cock as he properly takes it into his mouth, gliding down to a point just before discomfort where he can begin to bob his head, his hand stroking the length he hasn't taken. ]
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Hua Cheng's murmur of approval sets off a buzz of a different kind of pleasure, one a bit more intellectual and smug. There's not much time for him to simmer in that feeling before his mind fizzles out to the sensation of pliable and wet against his hole. Having only briefly tasted it before, there's still an element of unfamiliarity to it—but with unfamiliarity, also excitement. His hips squirm slightly in Hua Cheng's hold, his thighs tense with the new stimulation; instinctively, his hole clenches against the flexible intrusion of Hua Cheng's tongue, wanting to feel it more. It's different than taking fingers or a cock; it doesn't sink as deep, but the friction and the movement tease more intensely at his rim, making his toes curl and his cock start to drip.
It takes a second or two for him to gather his own bearings. He's sunk lower over Hua Cheng's cock, has the head of it pressing into his cheek, muffling the quiet noise of pleasure when the other man's tongue had pushed inside him. Now, he curls his tongue around Hua Cheng's shaft and grinds the tip into the slick warmth of his mouth, before pulling back with a suck. As he separates, a mess of saliva and precum drools from his lips, staining and messing his chin and Hua Cheng's dick, wet and filthy; if anything, that simply entices him more, and Tomura wastes no time in lowering himself again. His lips and tongue pillow the other man's cock as he properly takes it into his mouth, gliding down to a point just before discomfort where he can begin to bob his head, his hand stroking the length he hasn't taken. ]