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The prince tried to lift himself from the floor to argue the point, but Imari sank all his weight onto his opponent's lower back. Casvian's sac swayed when he slipped nearer to the cushiony floor. Tempting morsels ... Imari grazed the bare balls with two fingers. The prince shivered. Further exploration told him that the royal was completely hairless.
"Why do you shave, or whatever you do?" he asked.
"I like the way it feels."
Imari tested the weight of each ball in his palm. So smooth. And big. He wondered if he could get one of those suckers into his mouth. Guess there's only one way to find out...
He slapped Casvian's ass playfully. "On your back."
The royal rolled over and watched him through narrow slits. His nostrils flared. Casvian apparently hadn't expected to lose, to give up control and let Imari take the lead. Imari wanted to laugh out loud. Casvian's erection, however, was no laughing matter. It looked as angry as its owner, with a head tinged purple with blood. The snake tattoo curled over the flesh where hair should've been. Imari followed it with his finger. The colorful tail wrapped around the root of Casvian's cock.
"That must've hurt like hell."
The prince smiled. "Not if someone sucks you off during the process. The pain was ... sweet. Exquisite even."
Imari's cock lurched at the thought of the soft crown now in his fingers being sucked by someone else. He touched the length of him, and it twitched away from his hand.