[He's taking in enough to fill his mouth, hollowing his cheeks, retreating -- not hastily. A patient mouth full of Lance is fine (for him kek). His movements are measured, getting the hang of it. His tongue rolls along the underside as he begins bobbing on it, ever-unsure at first, but that encouragement coupled with finding a quick pattern...it's all but natural for him to go pro in a matter of ticks.
He only withdraws when he thinks he's favoring the tip too much (approximately twenty seconds in, sound familiar?), even if that's the most important part. He's panting openly once more, draws his tongue past midway, kissing, sucking at the lower parts of it. His hand falls to grope at that hanging, coupled flesh -- another test. The contact isn't enduring, his palm finding an easy place at the head of his cock, the heel of it polishing that flared tip. A hum pitches itself against his base, a line of saliva has him reclaiming his previous spot; hand and mouth alternating again.]
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He only withdraws when he thinks he's favoring the tip too much (approximately twenty seconds in, sound familiar?), even if that's the most important part. He's panting openly once more, draws his tongue past midway, kissing, sucking at the lower parts of it. His hand falls to grope at that hanging, coupled flesh -- another test. The contact isn't enduring, his palm finding an easy place at the head of his cock, the heel of it polishing that flared tip. A hum pitches itself against his base, a line of saliva has him reclaiming his previous spot; hand and mouth alternating again.]