The noises don’t stop, and every bit of it really is genuine—Val is a showoff, but he’s never been fake, and for all that Kazu’s obviously learning and fumbling a little it still feels good. The sensations, the view—oh he does so very much enjoy watching Kazu, his attention never straying far, not besides the few moments where his eyes close briefly.

His fingers are curled into the sheets and his skin’s flush with arousal and when Kazu does let him slip from his mouth he lets out a breath, then flashes Kazu a crooked smile. He reaches to brush that loose strand of hair with his fingertips then lets his arm fall again.

“Very good, darling.” He adjusts his position on his elbows a bit. “Think about what you like. No need to get adventurous, but…”

He hasn’t actually really done this before, guided someone in a way that’s more general than just making sure they know exactly what he likes, but he still slips into explaining more easily enough that you wouldn’t know it. He put a lot of time into his effortless confidence and it applies to all sorts of situations.