Billy's eyes were fixed on Lyrin the prey knowing his bully was itching for a reason to pull back and leave him stiff as a board. But as Lyrin swallowed and held his breath, he snickered, amused by his past driven resolve. He pushed forward, starting to wrap his lips around his shaft, sealing around him slowly as the warmth and wetness of his mouth enveloped Lyrin. He dragged his nails over his hips pushing forward almost painfully slowly, letting his tongue drag all the way down , only for him to pull himself slowly back up.