[ Everything, even the smallest gesture of kindness, to a youkai comes with a price of some kind. Permission is a gift, and Seimei pays his respects because he knows how valuable a person's attention is. Even a kiss is kind, and he smiles at the invitation like Wriothesley just offered him the moon.
He doesn't hesitate either. He said "a little," but as soon as he's given the word, Seimei's fingers fit neatly between Wriothesley's legs, kneading with his fingers as he strokes and fondles his arousal. A tilt of his head lets him find the edge of his collarbone, and Seimei sets to work like he considers claiming that skin his personal duty, kisses and dragging the hint of fangs over the hard line until it's flushing red. ]
You're so warm. You'll lend me some of that heat, won't you?
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He doesn't hesitate either. He said "a little," but as soon as he's given the word, Seimei's fingers fit neatly between Wriothesley's legs, kneading with his fingers as he strokes and fondles his arousal. A tilt of his head lets him find the edge of his collarbone, and Seimei sets to work like he considers claiming that skin his personal duty, kisses and dragging the hint of fangs over the hard line until it's flushing red. ]
You're so warm. You'll lend me some of that heat, won't you?