[ A shiver slips down his spine at that vibration - one the other man can likely feel where he's got his mouth wrapped around him. Another low moan as fingers tighten for a moment in the man's hair and then he starts rocking again, finding a rhythm now when Wriothesley seems okay with it. Watching for hints otherwise but until then he starts fucking the other man's mouth with slow deliberation, holding him at just the right angle to press as deep as he can go without it being too far. Although each rock of his hips takes him deep enough that it teeters on that edge, just shy of it. ]
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