fulgrim/telemachon praise kink
"Oh, yes, Telemachon, you're doing so well," Fulgrim said, petting his geneson's hair as he worked the Primarch's cock slowly and determinedly into his throat, licking it devotedly whenever he pulled his head back.
Telemachon moaned in delight at the praise, sending pleasing vibrations through Fulgrim's cock as his tongue flicked out over the sensitive underside of Fulgrim's glans, determined to live up to Fulgrim's praise.
"Oh, oh, that's good, do that again!" Fulgrim said, and laughed softly and affectionately when his son came into his robes untouched -- but didn't let it distract him from licking Fulgrim just the way he wanted.
















