[Even in his haze, Wriothesley is still sharp. Or maybe it has been years of being close to the other man that makes them so easy for him to read. While some would not notice the slight change in expression, the warden certainly had. Confidence has never looked so hot until the Chief Justice has you under their thumb.
And if he wasn't weak to it.
He writhes and squirms and an embarrassing whine leaves the back of his throat. He won't beg. He still has his wits, but oh, he wants it. He wants the other to fuck him already.] A-Ah. Neuvillette, come on...
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And if he wasn't weak to it.
He writhes and squirms and an embarrassing whine leaves the back of his throat. He won't beg. He still has his wits, but oh, he wants it. He wants the other to fuck him already.] A-Ah. Neuvillette, come on...