[ He feels those shudders, lets his lips curve as he presses deep and lets himself linger there a moment before drawing back enough to allow him breath. ]
Like that, do you?
[ His voice is a low murmur, husky with his own want, because his cock is aching against the teasing slide of the man's tongue on sensitive skin. He's still holding back a little from chasing it too far, too fast, wanting to enjoy the sensations. The sight of Wriothesley on his knees before him with those lips wrapped around his cock. The feel of all those little sounds and reactions he gets to feel.
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Like that, do you?
[ His voice is a low murmur, husky with his own want, because his cock is aching against the teasing slide of the man's tongue on sensitive skin. He's still holding back a little from chasing it too far, too fast, wanting to enjoy the sensations. The sight of Wriothesley on his knees before him with those lips wrapped around his cock. The feel of all those little sounds and reactions he gets to feel.
He's greedy, always wanting more. ]