[ Rau glances up through his lashes and laps at the head again. That’s a nicely needy sound, but he’s fairly certain that he can wring out better. He tucks his hair behind his ear, flicks his gaze down again, and swallows several inches in one wet, hot go. He pulls up again slowly, curling his tongue around the shaft and circling the tip before dipping down again. This time, he curls his hand around the base, pulling fingers up as his lips sink lower. It takes a bit of concentration and self-restraint to not let his teeth scrape slightly, but Gil has been playing nice -- Rau can and will keep this up as long as necessary. ]
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