The first lick makes him arch his back a little, head lolling as he groans - it's...a very new feeling, but...but he likes it, likes the attention, likes the glimpse of the Count down between his thighs.
By the time the words reach him, he's started a near-constant moan that he barely realizes is falling from his lips - and, eagerly, almost desperately, he wraps his callused fingers around his own cock, starting to stroke himself in a clumsy, shaky rhythm. His muscles start to go a bit taut, the sounds he's making occasionally slanting more towards a low growl, a feral hiss.
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The first lick makes him arch his back a little, head lolling as he groans - it's...a very new feeling, but...but he likes it, likes the attention, likes the glimpse of the Count down between his thighs.
By the time the words reach him, he's started a near-constant moan that he barely realizes is falling from his lips - and, eagerly, almost desperately, he wraps his callused fingers around his own cock, starting to stroke himself in a clumsy, shaky rhythm. His muscles start to go a bit taut, the sounds he's making occasionally slanting more towards a low growl, a feral hiss.
Letting go.