A short piece about hyper-indie game "The Lickening."
His tongue is thick and meaty in his mouth, a firm pink presence in his mouth. Jasper wants to look away. It's vulgar to watch. The tongue traces its way across sharp white teeth, buried behind lush, full lips. It's a hedonistic display of muscle-y flesh.
If he had to guess, he would say that Reginald has the finest mouth. But really, the part that he is most drawn to is the tongue. Fleshy. Thick. He wants to twine with that tongue, to dig in deep with his own pasty protuberance.
To wet his lips on Reginald's. To taste.