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— You want to leave your smell in my room to mark it as your territory, don't you? — He teased as he kissed the length of his erect shaft and stared at Edmond, thirsty for his reactions.
— No... It's nothing like that…
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— Aaah…! Sc... scum! — Edmond cursed after feeling the other's hand press on his belly, making him fart once more.
The gas came out hot directly against Eiden's chest, who could feel the point where the stream of gas touched his bare skin tingling a little, feeling the heat rising around his neck, until it reached his nostrils, making him groan, while sucking the head of the erect penis in front of him. He licked his extension one more time, returning to face the blue-haired man, with his usual provocative smile.
— Oh… You are not only a perverted master, but also a possessive master… — he said with a tone of false surprise, as if he were understanding everything now.
Edmond blushed, perhaps trying to understand the logic behind Eiden's thoughts, or perhaps just because he didn't want to confess something, and the only thing he could answer was one:
— …Bastard! — and gasped for the contact of Eiden's tongue again over his intimacy.
— You wanna make me yours, don't you, master ? Only yours... — his tone carried excitement, and he took out the desire he felt snatching Edmond's penis, putting everything inside his mouth, feeling it reach his throat. — Hmmmm…! — he groaned, feeling the shiver in Edmond's body extend through his own body, enjoying the sensation.
— AAAAH…! — Edmond groaned louder than he expected, using one hand to cover his own mouth, not knowing how to react to the new stimulus.
Eiden began to move his head to insert and remove his penis from his throat, feeling his eyes water when it went too deep. He stretched out his arm to reach for one of Edmond's hands, who looked at him in confusion, and placed it over his own head, as an invitation for him to dictate the rhythm.
— Make... Make me yours, master … — Eiden's suddenly docile and sincere tone of voice made Edmond widen his eyes, surprised by the new attitude, and expression of submission on the brunette's face.
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