From Valentin’s parted lips, his soft, pink tongue finally emerged.

The glistening flesh, now flush with desire, reached out to the slick head of Reynard’s member, glimmering with droplets of precum.

“Ah, damn it…”

Reynard cursed under his breath. Though he had received plenty of kisses and intimate touches from Valentin in the past, he had never asked his sweet, gentle mate for something so explicit. Valentin, so innocent when they first met at twenty, had always been cherished and protected from anything too crude or rough. Reynard wanted nothing but softness and sweetness for him—sweets, delicate creams, or Reynard’s lips to adorn that precious mouth.

But now, faced with the reality of Valentin’s actions, Reynard was overwhelmed. It wasn’t just acceptable—it was too much, almost unbearable. He felt like he might lose control.

“I… I want to taste it,” Valentin murmured, his voice trembling with need.

Watching his mate’s small mouth attempt to take in something so much larger was almost surreal. With his tongue darting out, Valentin licked tentatively, running his tongue from base to tip as though savoring a lollipop. His delicate white hands gripped the thick, veined shaft, holding it steady as his tongue trailed up and down, leaving glistening trails of saliva that dripped down to Reynard’s heavy balls.