[ He could tell what had happened before he ever looked down. And if he’s surprised by it, he doesn’t show it. But after his cock has stopped pulsing against the man’s tongue, he pulls out slowly before dropping to his own knees in front of Wriothesley - half to bring him to eye level and half because he doesn’t trust his own legs to hold him right now.
He no sooner lands, however, than he’s dragging the other man in closer by that warm grip in his hair, lips finding his as he kisses him, deep and slow. His other hand comes up to cradle at the side of his throat as he gives a soft moan into the kiss. He can taste himself on Wriothesley‘s tongue, but that just makes the whole thing hotter. ]
Oh, yes. [ he murmurs after a moment, pulling back to glance down at the other man’s spent cock between them. Smiling with satisfied pleasure. ] You’re clearly a very good boy.
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He no sooner lands, however, than he’s dragging the other man in closer by that warm grip in his hair, lips finding his as he kisses him, deep and slow. His other hand comes up to cradle at the side of his throat as he gives a soft moan into the kiss. He can taste himself on Wriothesley‘s tongue, but that just makes the whole thing hotter. ]
Oh, yes. [ he murmurs after a moment, pulling back to glance down at the other man’s spent cock between them. Smiling with satisfied pleasure. ] You’re clearly a very good boy.