[It all seemed like a natural progression to him. His hands were busy but he still wanted to touch Wriothesley in other places, so why not create a tendril of water to run along the skin he couldn't touch at the moment? It seems to him a perfectly reasonable solution.
He watches Wriothesley's reaction closely for any hint of discomfort, instead what he feels is the way Wriothesley's cock twitches to attention in his watchful grasp and the unmistakable way he looks up at him. He nearly smirks in response, his expression mostly unchanged but somehow still slightly smug.
The tendril moves back to where he'd garnered the most reaction, teasing over his hole.] Should I push inside? It certainly seems like what you desire...
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He watches Wriothesley's reaction closely for any hint of discomfort, instead what he feels is the way Wriothesley's cock twitches to attention in his watchful grasp and the unmistakable way he looks up at him. He nearly smirks in response, his expression mostly unchanged but somehow still slightly smug.
The tendril moves back to where he'd garnered the most reaction, teasing over his hole.] Should I push inside? It certainly seems like what you desire...