"...?!" Haruki swallowed.
Ashamed to go back on his word and unable to think of a good argument to refute Saito, he nodded and got closer to the adventurer. Closing his eyes and parting his lips, a few inches away from Saito's lips.
Their lips touched, their tongues met. From that point Saito took Haruki's mouth boldly, sucking his tongue, and buried his fingers in the singer's hair, wrapping him in a strong and warm embrace. Their bodies touched, and Haruki felt the rising volume in Saito's pants.
The kiss was moist, hot, sensual. Much better than the singer was expecting. Experienced, Saito allowed Haruki to control a little, not much, the pace at which he would be sucked.
The kiss ended with small kisses and licks on Haruki's lips.
"Open your eyes, Haruki," Saito asked in a husky voice. "If you want to try it more, I'll show you what it's like to be sucked here," and the climber massaged Haruki's balls, making him bite his lip to keep from groaning loudly.
