[If it were anyone else, they might not really notice. Wriothesley's senses are too sharp though. Even in the haze of lust, he notices the pause. A hoarse little chuckle.] Not into that? How about darling? [His tone is light and sweet. Teasing in nature, though giving room for the other to decide they don't enjoy the silly little endearments.
The moans fall from his lips like water. He makes no attempt to quiet himself nor to stop as his nails drag against Neuvillette's scalp. His hips stutter and he's trying to not just start thrusting into Neuvillette's mouth with reckless abandon. Not when the other is still so new to all this. The wet warmth is intoxicating though. Incredible.]
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The moans fall from his lips like water. He makes no attempt to quiet himself nor to stop as his nails drag against Neuvillette's scalp. His hips stutter and he's trying to not just start thrusting into Neuvillette's mouth with reckless abandon. Not when the other is still so new to all this. The wet warmth is intoxicating though. Incredible.]