[There's really nothing better than to hear a lover's cries of pleasure. It goes straight to Dionysus' cock, rock hard and needy, oozing a string of precum onto the floor. He wants to hear every noise, feel every squirm; he can feel so much turmoil in the humans here, and if he can give them a brief moment of bliss...]
[The wine-god's muscles flex, and he curls two strong arms around Ranpo's thighs, holding them but not too tightly. It gives him leverage, but his mouth is slackened somewhat, allowing room for those little twitches and bucks, letting him bump the back of his throat.]
[His tongue traces the crown of the mortal man's head, mapping the shape of it, but then he swallows him down, keeping his throat relaxed until his nose bumps against Ranpo's pubic bone. Dionysus moans around him, aroused at how full his throat feels, the noise making the muscles contract around the hard shaft he has so lovingly swallowed.]
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[The wine-god's muscles flex, and he curls two strong arms around Ranpo's thighs, holding them but not too tightly. It gives him leverage, but his mouth is slackened somewhat, allowing room for those little twitches and bucks, letting him bump the back of his throat.]
[His tongue traces the crown of the mortal man's head, mapping the shape of it, but then he swallows him down, keeping his throat relaxed until his nose bumps against Ranpo's pubic bone. Dionysus moans around him, aroused at how full his throat feels, the noise making the muscles contract around the hard shaft he has so lovingly swallowed.]