Aalyan
Aalyan had known Ghian was attractive, but he hadn’t been aware that anyone could look so lost in pleasure while giving it. The alpha was lavishly sucking on his pecs, getting the sticky mess he’d made off Aalyan’s skin with a combination of l*****g and rubbing with his tongue. Even the wet skin left behind by his hot mouth broke into goose bumps. Aalyan shivered, making an effort not to squirm as he was cleaned slow and steady, inch by inch. It felt somewhat like transforming in very slow increments, first his face, then his ears and neck being baptized, marked by the alpha’s tongue just as they’d been marked by his come earlier. By the time Ghian reached his ribs, Aalyan’s c**k was erect once more, occasionally brushing against the older man’s toned chest as he continued downward
