His tounge pressed tight against Tseng's cock as he swallowed around him, only gagging faintly as he began to thrust gently into his mouth. His words drilled into his head, sharp and bitter: whore, hungrily sucking his hated enemy's cock, each little motion of his hips pressing the toy stuffed inside of him against his prostate. At this rate he might just be forced to arousal yet again, though he was still granted the smallest of mercies; overstimulated as he was, he remained flaccid, though his legs shook and his face stayed pink.

X'rhun couldn't keep himself quiet though. His inability to silence himself had always been a weak point, though here it wasn't his words that would condemn him. Little noises, soft groans and whines, whimpers and moans as Tseng's cock bumped against the back of his throat, as the plug nudged and rubbed inside of him. Each sweet little sound sent rumbling and humming through the other man's thick member.

At length, his motions became more sure, more firm, sucking eagerly on the cock stuffed in his mouth. Desperate to have Tseng cum, and end this humiliation sooner rather than later. His tongue slid along the bottom of the other man's hefty cock, sloppy and messy, his chin wet with spit as he gasped around him, unthinkingly pressing his hips back against the chair as he did so and driving the plug in nice and deep.

For that, he gave a low, whorish cry around Tseng's cock, pausing for a moment to try and collect himself as his lips wrapped tight around the hot length.