Keh... [He was feeling generous, knowing he'd almost lost this. Looking down at the warm length in his hand as he strokes it, Malik considers...
If Bakura did it, it couldn't be that bad, right? Then again, the man had no problem eating red meat... But if he didn't like it, he could always stop.
Still sitting with his legs tucked under him, Malik leans over suddenly. His mouth hovers just over the crown of that hot length considerately before he shuts his eyes and swallows his nerve with a few deep breathes. Finally, he pulls the head into the warmth of his mouth.]
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If Bakura did it, it couldn't be that bad, right? Then again, the man had no problem eating red meat... But if he didn't like it, he could always stop.
Still sitting with his legs tucked under him, Malik leans over suddenly. His mouth hovers just over the crown of that hot length considerately before he shuts his eyes and swallows his nerve with a few deep breathes. Finally, he pulls the head into the warmth of his mouth.]