Murasaki was all too eager to oblige. He sank down to a squatting position, a lewd position to say the least with his attire, as it spread open the layers of his robes. As he lowered himself he lowered Aoi's modesty with him. With a need that rivaled Aoi's, Murasaki's mouth enveloped his desire.<br/><br/>He licked at the head of Aoi's erection, teasing the slit as his delicate hands fondled his testicles and base of his shaft. After a moment his mouth closed around him, his tongue working his head not unlike a lollipop. A soft lustful whimper was muffled as Murasaki leaned in, taking Aoi's erection in full, his acrylic fangs gently grazing the sides of the intruding appendage.<br/><br/>His purple eyes looked up to the man as his shaft slid smoothly down his tight throat until his face was firmly at the base of the man's length. With the slightest grin he set a rhythm of long bobs, the tip of Aoi's cock never leaving Murasaki's throat. A few of the kanzashi in his hair swayed, jingling ever so slightly.