[With no objection, Neuvillette continues, letting instinct guide him, giving in to what his body craved. It's a foreign feeling. In the five hundred years he'd been in this body, he'd never taken a lover or given in to his baser instincts and now it feels as if he's thrown open the floodgates, the power of the water held behind them too much to ever close them again.
His pace quickens, unaware of any potential strain or discomfort he might be causing. If Wriothesley didn't like anything he was doing, he certainly wasn't showing it. Neuvillette knows he could be misreading the Duke's reactions, but they certainly seem enthusiastic, something that sends an entirely new wave of desire and heat coursing through him.
His hold on Wriothesley's hair tightens, drawing in a sharp breath at the skillful way his tongue moves against him, hot and wet and far too good.
A new, swelling feeling of intense, raw need unlike anything he's felt before is quickly crashing over everything. It makes it difficult to breathe in anything but sharp, panted breaths. The frantic, clawing feeling swells and builds before coming to an impossible crescendo as his hips thrust forward to bury deep in Wriothesley's mouth, pleasure rocking through his body with a moaned cry as he experiences his first climax as a human with another. His legs tremble and threaten to buckle as he takes a shaky half step back to lean heavily against the locked door behind him, breath equally as shaky and ragged as he looks down at Wriothesley with an unfocused look bordering on awe.]
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His pace quickens, unaware of any potential strain or discomfort he might be causing. If Wriothesley didn't like anything he was doing, he certainly wasn't showing it. Neuvillette knows he could be misreading the Duke's reactions, but they certainly seem enthusiastic, something that sends an entirely new wave of desire and heat coursing through him.
His hold on Wriothesley's hair tightens, drawing in a sharp breath at the skillful way his tongue moves against him, hot and wet and far too good.
A new, swelling feeling of intense, raw need unlike anything he's felt before is quickly crashing over everything. It makes it difficult to breathe in anything but sharp, panted breaths. The frantic, clawing feeling swells and builds before coming to an impossible crescendo as his hips thrust forward to bury deep in Wriothesley's mouth, pleasure rocking through his body with a moaned cry as he experiences his first climax as a human with another. His legs tremble and threaten to buckle as he takes a shaky half step back to lean heavily against the locked door behind him, breath equally as shaky and ragged as he looks down at Wriothesley with an unfocused look bordering on awe.]