[Kazuya swallows all he's given, giving a single quick bob of his head after and wiping his mouth when he pulls off and away, the taste settling hot on his tongue.]

I don't expect you to be able to hold back too much. As long as you get a taste [Maybe a funny choice of words, considering.] of how good this can feel, then I won't feel too bad when I move onto the next part.

[He is a virgin, after all. And discomfort is just something that's going to be part and parcel with what happens next. Kazuya pulls up and off, finally working his own pants down his body so that his own cock springs free- something far more inhuman than the rest of his guise, with how it's slick, dripping what's probably pre, and writhes seemingly of it's own accord, with soft bumps and ridges along the length of it.]