[The scars are quite distracting, an endless expanse he wants to explore and memorize. Perhaps here, in this odd pocket dimension, they'll have time to do so. That is, if the Duke agrees. He's fairly confident they've far exceeded the requirements to exit the closet, but there's still a chance in his mind that the reason they've continued is out of necessity.
He eases from the kiss so he can trace one of the scars with his split tongue, following it lower before switching to another until he's gracefully sinking down onto his knees in front of Wriothesley. He, admittedly, hadn't been focused enough to pay close attention to what Wriothesley had done. Use his mouth. He knows that much.
Settling his hand at the base of his cock, he glances up to watch Wriothesley's reaction as he slowly drags his tongue along the underside of his shaft, base to tip, the split ends up his tongue curling up along the sides of the shaft slightly. Once he gets to his head, he experimentally wraps his lips around him, working him past his lips, still slow, still adjusting to the odd sensation.]
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He eases from the kiss so he can trace one of the scars with his split tongue, following it lower before switching to another until he's gracefully sinking down onto his knees in front of Wriothesley. He, admittedly, hadn't been focused enough to pay close attention to what Wriothesley had done. Use his mouth. He knows that much.
Settling his hand at the base of his cock, he glances up to watch Wriothesley's reaction as he slowly drags his tongue along the underside of his shaft, base to tip, the split ends up his tongue curling up along the sides of the shaft slightly. Once he gets to his head, he experimentally wraps his lips around him, working him past his lips, still slow, still adjusting to the odd sensation.]