[ If Saren's expecting expediency, he's got another thing coming.
Nihlus slides off his seat, carefully easing onto his knees with a soft sigh. Reaching out, he runs the sharp points of his claws up those broad, white thighs before gently tugging the underwear over the spurs of Saren's hips. ]
Do you like me like this?
[ The subvocals are playful, Nihlus peering up with mischief glimmering in his eyes as he tugs the piece of cloth down. This was a fun new angle to see Saren from. ]
Eager to please and obedient?
[ He runs his tongue lazily over the head of the length, lapping up the droplet of precum like it was fresh cream, humming a pleased note at the taste. Careful not to break eye contact, the younger Spectre eases the tapered head past his mouth plates, tongue cradling the underside of the length.
There were some minor issues: Saren was thick enough that Nihlus couldn't clamp his mandibles down and form any real suction- at least, not with his mouth. He also had to be very, very careful not to open wide enough that his teeth would catch and become a problem: Turian orals were always a careful exercise in trust and caution. They weren't particularly insurmountable challenges, per say, especially with his level of experience- but it certainly didn't make the job of giving head to a man nearly twice his size any easier.
Fortunately, gag reflexes were less of a problem for a species designed to swallow meat whole.
Halfway down, Nihlus' eyes narrow at the sensation of the tip nudging against the back of his maw. Saren's pulse resonates through his jaw, through the auditory nerves in his mandibles. It's tempting to push deeper, feel that hot pulse down his throat.
Instead, he pulls back, runs his thumbs over the spread plates at the base of the length, languidly rolling the flat of his tongue against the slit- before repeating the process all over again... and again. And again. Bobbing his head in a slow, easy pace, replacing suction with pressure. ]
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Nihlus slides off his seat, carefully easing onto his knees with a soft sigh. Reaching out, he runs the sharp points of his claws up those broad, white thighs before gently tugging the underwear over the spurs of Saren's hips. ]
Do you like me like this?
[ The subvocals are playful, Nihlus peering up with mischief glimmering in his eyes as he tugs the piece of cloth down. This was a fun new angle to see Saren from. ]
Eager to please and obedient?
[ He runs his tongue lazily over the head of the length, lapping up the droplet of precum like it was fresh cream, humming a pleased note at the taste. Careful not to break eye contact, the younger Spectre eases the tapered head past his mouth plates, tongue cradling the underside of the length.
There were some minor issues: Saren was thick enough that Nihlus couldn't clamp his mandibles down and form any real suction- at least, not with his mouth. He also had to be very, very careful not to open wide enough that his teeth would catch and become a problem: Turian orals were always a careful exercise in trust and caution. They weren't particularly insurmountable challenges, per say, especially with his level of experience- but it certainly didn't make the job of giving head to a man nearly twice his size any easier.
Fortunately, gag reflexes were less of a problem for a species designed to swallow meat whole.
Halfway down, Nihlus' eyes narrow at the sensation of the tip nudging against the back of his maw. Saren's pulse resonates through his jaw, through the auditory nerves in his mandibles. It's tempting to push deeper, feel that hot pulse down his throat.
Instead, he pulls back, runs his thumbs over the spread plates at the base of the length, languidly rolling the flat of his tongue against the slit- before repeating the process all over again... and again. And again. Bobbing his head in a slow, easy pace, replacing suction with pressure. ]