[ And Baizhu’s secretly grateful, because as it turns out this is a lot harder than it looks, and no amount of preparation is going to make this easier on him, but…
He can’t say he minds the burn, either. The friction the way their bodies are working against each other, Wriothesley looking like an absolute treat underneath him—all beautiful scars and muscle and restraint… ]
Heh.
[ He tries to go a little faster, to clench and squeeze around Wriothesley as much as he’s able even if he feels that he won’t last very long himself, and amidst all of that he manages one pointed little observation— ]
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He can’t say he minds the burn, either. The friction the way their bodies are working against each other, Wriothesley looking like an absolute treat underneath him—all beautiful scars and muscle and restraint… ]
Heh.
[ He tries to go a little faster, to clench and squeeze around Wriothesley as much as he’s able even if he feels that he won’t last very long himself, and amidst all of that he manages one pointed little observation— ]
You look good like this.