“Big Boy? Do you truly not have any other way to speak of my phallus?,” he questioned, as he watched him go about his ways to enjoy himself. Yet, he would have his lips wrapped about his length and thrust into his throat verily.
He chuckled and smirked. “You got a name for ‘im?” He purred as he finally pulled him free and groaned deeply with a smirk. “Mmn…He definitely needs one, holy shit..” He was huge! So fuckin’ delicious. He didn’t waste any time pulling the head into his mouth. He didn’t have his usual metal tongue ring, but he did have a plastic on that was at least half decent replacement. He rolled the smooth round ball around the swollen head before pulling the whole thing steadily into his throat with a shutter and an unrestrained groan. He loved this feeling…
There was no name for his phallus. It was merely one of envy and admiration. When he saw his cock pulled free from the enclosure of his pants, The Count sighed in pleasure. He felt himself constrict tighter around Remus’ fingers and his words of pleasure. The Count arched his lower back and began to reach for the locks of Remus’ hair to hold onto to, his breath hissing out of him. “You..know how to pleasure well,” he muttered, his scrotum tightening as he began to thrust into his waiting lips.