His cock is already out - thick and flushed in his fist. The strokes he uses are languid, almost like they’re timed with the pace of his tongue against your cunt.

The sight alone makes you clench, hips stuttering against his movements.

“Don’t you dare cum,” you whisper hoarsely.

Phainon pulls back just enough to look up at you, and you resist the urge to whine at the loss of his hot, wet mouth. His voice sounds almost smug. “Wasn’t planning on it.”

You see his grin curve into something dark and mischievous just before you tug on his hair, forcing his mouth back to you.

“If you’re good,” you tell him, grinding harder now, breath catching with every swipe of his tongue, “I’m going to fuck you. After I cum.”

This only proves to invigorate him further - his mouth suctions tight to you, sucking your clit into his mouth as he continues to flick his tongue against it.