You could say that— [Their voice hitches with the bite, a shudder running down their spine as nails dig into the other side. Rude, really rude.]
Haaah... haha, adorable is a new one. What descriptors would that imply?
[though, there's a faint pause there, their clever(?) little quip set back behind this words. Ah.] mm, it was partly a joke. A game to play.
[more though, there's a moment of quiet after Wriothesley speaks. in spite of the pleasant haze of it all, of their still wandering hands and entrapped hips still pressed into each thrust (slowing then, nearly to a stop despite the increased pace of his hand), the barest touch of cool slips through their tone when they speak again.]
... if you find it displeasing, then you're welcome to actually tell me what you want from me. I wasn't aware that movement and touch were inactivity.
[outside of his words, they haven't really been able to glean too much for reactions, and they don't recall him saying he'd like any one thing. He'd pressed them down, in fact, continued on the same path of assertion after their admission about their hair—maybe, they suppose, it would be easier if they could see. But to be told they're being less active when they don't think they have been... it does sit unpleasantly in the air. ]
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Haaah... haha, adorable is a new one. What descriptors would that imply?
[though, there's a faint pause there, their clever(?) little quip set back behind this words. Ah.] mm, it was partly a joke. A game to play.
[more though, there's a moment of quiet after Wriothesley speaks. in spite of the pleasant haze of it all, of their still wandering hands and entrapped hips still pressed into each thrust (slowing then, nearly to a stop despite the increased pace of his hand), the barest touch of cool slips through their tone when they speak again.]
... if you find it displeasing, then you're welcome to actually tell me what you want from me. I wasn't aware that movement and touch were inactivity.
[outside of his words, they haven't really been able to glean too much for reactions, and they don't recall him saying he'd like any one thing. He'd pressed them down, in fact, continued on the same path of assertion after their admission about their hair—maybe, they suppose, it would be easier if they could see. But to be told they're being less active when they don't think they have been... it does sit unpleasantly in the air. ]