He feels so exhausted, emotionally, physically, mentally. He wants nothing more than to sink down and sleep this all off. You're right where you belong, he says, and his brow furrows a little in uncertainty, reluctant still to accept such things. But it's hard to think of it too long, not when Huaisang is pulling his cock free and revealing that he hadn't been at all unaffected by the show Dirk and Meng Yao had been putting on.
Without even thinking about it much, he opens his mouth, lips sliding over the head of Huaisang's cock. His tongue laps at the slit, his movements a bit clumsier than normal due to how absolutely fucked out he was, but clearly still trying his best to fulfill the request and please Huaisang.
Huaisang's breath catches with pleasure as Meng Yao sets to work with lips and tongue. He winds his free hand into Meng Yao's hair, just tight enough for him to feel it but mostly keeping his grip gentle and coaxing. "Good boy, A-Yao. I know you must be worn out. I'm proud of you. You're doing so well."
He nuzzles lightly at Dirk, keeping his other arm around Dirk's head and scratching idly behind his hound's ears. "What do you think, puppy? Was your bitch sweet for you? Did he do a good job?"
Without the ability to use real words in his form, Dirk is left with other ways to convey his answer. Huaisang gets a pleased, lazy rumble in response, before the demon's nuzzling becomes a little more intent. He mouths gently at the side of his keeper's neck, occasionally running his tongue over sensitive skin.
While he does so, he can't help but shift a little against the man he's still buried in. They're both oversensitive and reeling, but he leans his weight just a little bit forward into that overstimulated place that he knows his cock is still pressed against inside--just until he gets a sound out of him. He wants to hear his prey's voice muffled with a mouthful of his master.
Meng Yao sucks on Huaisang's cock, eyes half-lidded in a hazy sort of contentment. It was as though he could think of nothing else to do but this, lapping the precum from him and following the slide of his cock in and out of Meng Yao's throat.
But the devoted, albeit lazy, way of it changes to something more urgent as Dirk presses in again. "Mm!" He makes a muffled yelping noise, moaning helplessly and giving his head a little shake of protest. Tears gather in the corners of his eyes and stream down his face, but he just bobs his head more eagerly-- the sooner he gets Huaisang off, the sooner he can pass out, maybe. Hopefully.
Huaisang comes quickly, finishing across Meng Yao's face and then stepping back. He leans heavily on Dirk, nuzzling his face into the soft fur on the side of Dirk's neck. "Finish up, my dearest. Let's get our poor plaything cleaned up, shall we?"
Waiting for Dirk to finish up and pull out, Huaisang plays idly with his fur, scratching the top of his head and behind his ears.
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Without even thinking about it much, he opens his mouth, lips sliding over the head of Huaisang's cock. His tongue laps at the slit, his movements a bit clumsier than normal due to how absolutely fucked out he was, but clearly still trying his best to fulfill the request and please Huaisang.
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He nuzzles lightly at Dirk, keeping his other arm around Dirk's head and scratching idly behind his hound's ears. "What do you think, puppy? Was your bitch sweet for you? Did he do a good job?"
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While he does so, he can't help but shift a little against the man he's still buried in. They're both oversensitive and reeling, but he leans his weight just a little bit forward into that overstimulated place that he knows his cock is still pressed against inside--just until he gets a sound out of him. He wants to hear his prey's voice muffled with a mouthful of his master.
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But the devoted, albeit lazy, way of it changes to something more urgent as Dirk presses in again. "Mm!" He makes a muffled yelping noise, moaning helplessly and giving his head a little shake of protest. Tears gather in the corners of his eyes and stream down his face, but he just bobs his head more eagerly-- the sooner he gets Huaisang off, the sooner he can pass out, maybe. Hopefully.
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Waiting for Dirk to finish up and pull out, Huaisang plays idly with his fur, scratching the top of his head and behind his ears.