[ He does need to, actually. Something in his very blue blood tells him that he needs to know what Luke tastes like down here, and it's a flavor that's far more pleasant than he'd expected to find. Pleasant enough to have him ignoring the hand in his hair, swirling his tongue over the outer edges as he glances back up at Luke with a dangerously hungry glint in his eyes. ]
It's hardly enough for me either.
[ His hands find Luke's knees, hook under them to spread the man's legs wider so he can press his head forward and press his tongue into the man as deeps as he can, lapping over his inner walls and drinking down that addictively sweet slick. His tentacles are still moving, still offering pleasure to other parts of his body, but their movements begin to soften and slow as his mouth continues. As if forcing the man to concentrate only on the tongue working him over from the inside, and the man doing it to him. ]
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It's hardly enough for me either.
[ His hands find Luke's knees, hook under them to spread the man's legs wider so he can press his head forward and press his tongue into the man as deeps as he can, lapping over his inner walls and drinking down that addictively sweet slick. His tentacles are still moving, still offering pleasure to other parts of his body, but their movements begin to soften and slow as his mouth continues. As if forcing the man to concentrate only on the tongue working him over from the inside, and the man doing it to him. ]