There's a moment when Rook's pulled off his cock that Ulysse is tempted to tell the mage to stop, to come back up and kiss him so they can move along to something both of them will enjoy equally, but Rook seems intent on not giving him the option. Those tender kisses over his stomach make his abdomen quiver, goosebumps breaking out briefly as he watches Rook's face, his own cheeks feeling unbearably warm while his mouth can't quite seem to close any more with how he's left breathing through it, hips absently rocking up in time with the stroking hand around his prick.

As the tip is sucked past those thin lips again, Ulysse's eyes flutter closed and his chin dips to his chest with a helpless little noise. A faint frown mars his brow as he concentrates on not thrusting up into that slick heat, his balls already feeling tight and heavy and it would be so damn easy to just...

"I'm close," he warns quietly, fingers flexing around Rook's and tangling their hands in the bedding.