[ The sweet, pleading whimpers combined with the soft quaking of his hips and legs send a tingle through the Huntsman's body from fingertips to toes, coiling tension in the pit of his stomach as arousal becomes a force making him feel light and blissful, even as his pants become to feel far too constricting. He teases with fingers at the soft ring of muscle for a moment or so more before moving hands to pull gently, spreading Hal, and he dips his head, tongue coming to lick a long stripe from tender, sensitive pucker to tail bone.
He's not really done this before, but he doesn't consider it that complicated of a process, but he wants to touch and feel and taste every soft inch of Hal, have him come unwound under his fingers and produce beautiful little sounds. The tip of his tongue comes to circle lightly around the quivering hole, before pushing barely in, a slow pressure, just so. Teasing, even. ]
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He's not really done this before, but he doesn't consider it that complicated of a process, but he wants to touch and feel and taste every soft inch of Hal, have him come unwound under his fingers and produce beautiful little sounds. The tip of his tongue comes to circle lightly around the quivering hole, before pushing barely in, a slow pressure, just so. Teasing, even. ]