( he knows what he wants, and he's never been afraid of going after what he wants; toji just happens to be in a position to witness it firsthand, and cain is already thinking that if he plays his cards right, this isn't about to be the first or last time he has a front row seat to him getting on his knees without so much as a second thought to anything else.
( maybe if you get some of those reflexes back you'll be able to keep up with him, old man. just some food for thought going forward, yeah? )
he isn't putting on a show just for the sake of it, even if it is a good one; he knows he's good at what he does, or at the very least he knows he's never gotten any complaints about his mouth like this, arguable as it might be that there have been complaints elsewhere at his inability to keep it from running away from him β and the hand at the back of his head simply garners a low, pleased sound filtering up from the back of his throat as he takes more of him into his mouth, experimentally, testing just how much he can take because he doesn't want to ruin the show by, say, pressing too deeply too soon and gagging.
( some might be into that. he isn't. moving right along. )
cain takes him in maybe halfway, just enough to be able to feel him at the back of his throat and pulling off with an obscene, wet sound, chuckling under his breath and chancing a glance upward, and fuck, the view is just as good from below. )
That a promise?
( he quips, but doesn't wait for a reply, far more intent on taking him into his mouth again, just as deeply, pausing to add the smallest bit of suction just to see what it gets him. )
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( maybe if you get some of those reflexes back you'll be able to keep up with him, old man. just some food for thought going forward, yeah? )
he isn't putting on a show just for the sake of it, even if it is a good one; he knows he's good at what he does, or at the very least he knows he's never gotten any complaints about his mouth like this, arguable as it might be that there have been complaints elsewhere at his inability to keep it from running away from him β and the hand at the back of his head simply garners a low, pleased sound filtering up from the back of his throat as he takes more of him into his mouth, experimentally, testing just how much he can take because he doesn't want to ruin the show by, say, pressing too deeply too soon and gagging.
( some might be into that. he isn't. moving right along. )
cain takes him in maybe halfway, just enough to be able to feel him at the back of his throat and pulling off with an obscene, wet sound, chuckling under his breath and chancing a glance upward, and fuck, the view is just as good from below. )
That a promise?
( he quips, but doesn't wait for a reply, far more intent on taking him into his mouth again, just as deeply, pausing to add the smallest bit of suction just to see what it gets him. )