The way this is making me think about mortal!jaemin at the sacred shrine of goddess!you in your temple, kneeling before you as your sweet essence drips into his mouth. He keeps his lips parted as he takes in every drop of your nectar, letting it drip onto his face, sliding in fragrant rivulets down his chin, down to his neck and collarbones. Ever the obiendent subplicat, he lets himself be annointed in the sweet, clear gloss of your arousal, graciously accepting the juices that fall onto his tongue. He swallows what falls into his mouth like the most succulent ambrosia, lets the rest slide over his skin and make him glisten in the candlelight. He stays like this for as long as you desire, proving his devotion to you and demonstrating the depth of his worship, until you permit him to dive between your legs and feast on your forbidden fruit, until he's able to pleasure you directly as a reward for his submission. To him, there is no higher honor than to be welcomed into your inner sanctum like this, and when you invite him in, he makes it his mission to prove himself worthy with every action.