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"phew! that really hit the sweet spot, huh?" varka laughed, one hand slamming against the countertop. he sent a grin to the fae. flins licked his lips, fingers dancing against a cool glass of alcohol. "mm. indeed."
"very sweet and creamy," he murmured, before he took a sip.
drool slipped down the fae's chin as his lips wrapped around the length, like it was a lollipop, and took him as deep as he could go, nose pressing against the thick bush of blonde hair in varka's crotch.
golden eyes blinked up at him, and he *swallowed*, and varka was gone.