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[It's a privilege Angel enjoys, and is always a good sensory cue for him when he's either blissed out or too high. Face or hands buried in that collar and he knows right where he is. His fingers scritch delicately, almost muscle memory at this point.

He's pulled forward easily, and his groans get swallowed up until Angel is suddenly breathing heavy and trying to remember how to connect his brain to his mouth.]

Uhhuh~ [He whines, struggling with his words, and nodding weakly as he's distracted by that tongue and those lips and-] Yes- hhh- please, please I wanna cum, Daddy-