[Wriothesley has never shied from letting his voice out unless he needed to be quiet, so he doesn't hold back the moans and noises that escapes his lips as those sinful fingers play with his chest.
He tries to grind his hips down. Tries to get more of that wonderful friction between him and the tentacle caressing him.]
Ahh, I-I don't think I feel unwanted at all. [It's quite the opposite if anything. Kleken has been looking at him hungrily since they've laid eyes on him.] Quite the ahpposite, really.
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He tries to grind his hips down. Tries to get more of that wonderful friction between him and the tentacle caressing him.]
Ahh, I-I don't think I feel unwanted at all. [It's quite the opposite if anything. Kleken has been looking at him hungrily since they've laid eyes on him.] Quite the ahpposite, really.