[He licks his lips before wiping at it with the back of his hands. Wriothesley shifts so he’s sitting cross legged instead of being on his knees. He can feel the ache in them. It was well worth it, he thinks, even if his knees might think otherwise.
The boxers sighs contently as he leans into the other’s touch.]
It was. Thank you for the good meal. [Utterly shameless.]
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The boxers sighs contently as he leans into the other’s touch.]
It was. Thank you for the good meal. [Utterly shameless.]