[This all feels very playful and Wriothesley is happy to play along. How can he not? The lingering touches over sensitive, scarred skin leaves his shivering for more. The feeling of those tentacles is foreign but delightful.
Hands reach out to wrap around Kleken's neck to tug him closer. A purr in his voice.] Is that so? Who am I to deny them then? But what about you? Are you not eager like them?
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Hands reach out to wrap around Kleken's neck to tug him closer. A purr in his voice.] Is that so? Who am I to deny them then? But what about you? Are you not eager like them?