[Hubert lets out a soft hiss the moment the his cock is touched. How long has he been pent up? His whole life, Corrin. The gentle lapping of just the head has got him leaking heavily onto the young prince's tongue. There's an entire youth's worth of pining and restraint stowed away in this man.
Having never had this done before Hubert couldn't rate it with any exact experience but it is good and he'd be a liar to say otherwise. His one hand is still holding onto the dragon horns as if his life depends on it, the other is pressed against his lips, using it to muffle any sound. He had thought to continue to be mean to this dragon... but the sensations were more powerful than he expected. There's no resisting the pleasure that's been given to him.
The mage's teeth sink into the silk of his gloves Hubert moves his hips slightly, thrusting into Corrin's mouth. At the back of his throat, when nearly all of him was engulfed in that hot wet heat... that's when it felt the best. And he chases that pleasure even if it means holding Corrin's head still.]
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Having never had this done before Hubert couldn't rate it with any exact experience but it is good and he'd be a liar to say otherwise. His one hand is still holding onto the dragon horns as if his life depends on it, the other is pressed against his lips, using it to muffle any sound. He had thought to continue to be mean to this dragon... but the sensations were more powerful than he expected. There's no resisting the pleasure that's been given to him.
The mage's teeth sink into the silk of his gloves Hubert moves his hips slightly, thrusting into Corrin's mouth. At the back of his throat, when nearly all of him was engulfed in that hot wet heat... that's when it felt the best. And he chases that pleasure even if it means holding Corrin's head still.]