[that, at least, earns a sharp groan from them, fingers pressing briefly, but sharply, against Wriothesley's skin. better... much better, really.]
If you'd like. Just don't expect me to respond to it automatically. [they sigh softly as his palm grinds their crotch, hips lifting up in their limited space beneath his thighs. the act pulls at their senses, length twitching against his hand, and he huffs a laugh.] You really have me at your mercy now...
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If you'd like. Just don't expect me to respond to it automatically. [they sigh softly as his palm grinds their crotch, hips lifting up in their limited space beneath his thighs. the act pulls at their senses, length twitching against his hand, and he huffs a laugh.] You really have me at your mercy now...