[He hadn't expected him to last long-- Hell, maybe he outlasted what he expected. He's slid down completely on him when he loses it, having moved forward and felt his balls tighten and stayed where he was, relishing in the choked sound from Karamatsu's mouth definitely more than he enjoys the taste of him. He didn't figure he'd love semen, especially not with Karamatsu's meat-favoritism, but he didn't like salty things overmuch and it was almost too much. He swallows obediently around him regardless, pulling back before he's done and catching the rest, largely unintentionally, across the face. He doesn't hide the uncertain distaste for the flavor from his expression, but it's not terribly different from his usual irritated deadpan, anyway.]
[Once he's wiped his face clean, however, he gets a wicked retaliatory idea and scoots upward, grabbing him by the collar and kissing him, his mouth still bathed in his release. How do you like the taste of your own ejaculate, Karamatsu? There's definitely a lewdly pleased sound rumbling from his chest, then.]
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[Once he's wiped his face clean, however, he gets a wicked retaliatory idea and scoots upward, grabbing him by the collar and kissing him, his mouth still bathed in his release. How do you like the taste of your own ejaculate, Karamatsu? There's definitely a lewdly pleased sound rumbling from his chest, then.]