[He moans, needing to swallow slightly to keep from choking as Wriothesley rocks his hips. He's gentle enough that he's able to adjust and take him. The tight hold on his hair feels unbelievably good. Once he's gotten used to Wriothesley's rhythm, he begins to bob his head again to meet his thrusts, driving him deeper until his nose is practically brushing his abdomen with each one.
And he can taste him, bitter and salty, but he hungrily wants more of him and eagerly tries to draw his orgasm out of him.]
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And he can taste him, bitter and salty, but he hungrily wants more of him and eagerly tries to draw his orgasm out of him.]