[His 'speech' breaks apart as the sensation of Beat brushing his hole, his soul trembling and jerking against Beat's- echoing what he'd be doing if he actually had control of the majority of his body. Instead, he uses what he can control to sink down further, bit by bit, groaning rather wetly around himself.
His spines rub up against the roof of his mouth, the rough sensation more intense then something more smooth and soft could ever be]
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[His 'speech' breaks apart as the sensation of Beat brushing his hole, his soul trembling and jerking against Beat's- echoing what he'd be doing if he actually had control of the majority of his body. Instead, he uses what he can control to sink down further, bit by bit, groaning rather wetly around himself.
His spines rub up against the roof of his mouth, the rough sensation more intense then something more smooth and soft could ever be]