[If they were in any other position, Rhys would have a hand on his dick right now, but as they are, between the fear of losing his balance and the awkwardness of trying to jam his hand in between them, instinct has kept both hands clinging to Betelgeuse's shoulders, his neck, his hair, while he rides out the slow building ecstacy of the demon's cock against his prostate.
When Betelgeuse changes his grip, the angle changes infestisimally, and everything abruptly accelerates.]
Oh-- Fuck-- yes-- Just keep-- Feels like-- split me the fuck in half, dude--
[He carries on, babbling, desperate and filthy only half coherent. His own dick has been dripping for a while, red and wet with precum, rubbing damp streaks over BJ's stomach.]
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When Betelgeuse changes his grip, the angle changes infestisimally, and everything abruptly accelerates.]
Oh-- Fuck-- yes-- Just keep-- Feels like-- split me the fuck in half, dude--
[He carries on, babbling, desperate and filthy only half coherent. His own dick has been dripping for a while, red and wet with precum, rubbing damp streaks over BJ's stomach.]