Despil groans in response, his voice gone low and gravely. If Kimi would glance down between his legs he would see that there's not even a thought of flagging down between the man's legs. Yes, Despil actually likes doing this.

His tongue flattens against the softening ring of muscle at Kimi's entrance, teasing the rim, teasing and teasing, lapping over it, fluttering against it, toying with the puckered muscles. And when there's but a touch of relaxation, an opening, Despil is going to press the tip of his tongue past that tension and into Kimi.