[ turnabout's fair play, after all, and the glare that Rex levels at him is met with a smug look of his own. the man's refusal to put the phone down or even hang up the call will end up being his own undoing, since that means it's easy to bat his hand away and forcibly pull and tug at his pants in order to get it open. as much as he thinks it would be better to simply bend Rex over the desk and fuck him stupid, he remembers how the man had bested him in battle easily and figures that he might have to re-evaluate his methods if he wants to come out on top.
besides - this was just as if not more satisfying. seeing the glare on the man's previously unruffled expression filled him with a high he hadn't felt in some time. it was almost akin to knowing he was getting under someone's skin and knowing he had an advantage over them, whether it be through combat or through other means. this was simply one of those times where it was an "other mean".
his eyes dart to the phone in the man's hand. whoever is on the other line is still obviously going on and, from where he's kneeling, he can't quite make out who it is beyond a tinny little voice coming out from the mouthpiece. this is fine, he thinks. it's not like he himself plans to be making any noise, here, and it's with that thought in mind that he pulls his hand away just long enough to open his mouth and fit the seal of his lips firmly over the crest of the man's crotch.
it might not have as strong an effect as if it had been over Rex Lapis's bare skin, but even through the fabric of his pants he can probably feel the heat and the pressure as he rolls his tongue over his bulge, thoroughly moistening the cloth before he applies just the gentle pressure of teeth.
his intent is clear. he's gonna suck him off right here if he doesn't find some way to stop him. ]
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besides - this was just as if not more satisfying. seeing the glare on the man's previously unruffled expression filled him with a high he hadn't felt in some time. it was almost akin to knowing he was getting under someone's skin and knowing he had an advantage over them, whether it be through combat or through other means. this was simply one of those times where it was an "other mean".
his eyes dart to the phone in the man's hand. whoever is on the other line is still obviously going on and, from where he's kneeling, he can't quite make out who it is beyond a tinny little voice coming out from the mouthpiece. this is fine, he thinks. it's not like he himself plans to be making any noise, here, and it's with that thought in mind that he pulls his hand away just long enough to open his mouth and fit the seal of his lips firmly over the crest of the man's crotch.
it might not have as strong an effect as if it had been over Rex Lapis's bare skin, but even through the fabric of his pants he can probably feel the heat and the pressure as he rolls his tongue over his bulge, thoroughly moistening the cloth before he applies just the gentle pressure of teeth.
his intent is clear. he's gonna suck him off right here if he doesn't find some way to stop him. ]