[ truthfully, the variety of sensations overwhelms him initially -- the heady scent and taste of skin, the weight slowly lodging into his mouth as he begins to swallow him whole, the growing heat coiling in his abdomen.
he feels himself on the cusp of breathlessness at first. it's clumsy and unpracticed and he's trying his hardest. but as if pushing past a mental barrier, he takes him in slow and steady pumps, savoring the taste -- because it's daan's, and that's all that matters right now. ]
Hah. [ he breathes out for a second. his eyes flit up, and stupidly he asks: ] ...Am I doing okay?
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he feels himself on the cusp of breathlessness at first. it's clumsy and unpracticed and he's trying his hardest. but as if pushing past a mental barrier, he takes him in slow and steady pumps, savoring the taste -- because it's daan's, and that's all that matters right now. ]
Hah. [ he breathes out for a second. his eyes flit up, and stupidly he asks: ] ...Am I doing okay?