[Something very close to a satisfied smile plays across Neuvillette's features. The desperation in Wriothesley's voice causes a wave of deep desire that he hadn't quite expected.
He's quick to reward him now that he's given him exactly what he'd wanted.]
Good boy. [He hums the words as he runs his finger through Wriothesley's hair as he sinks the water tendril into him slowly, quickly finding a faster rhythm once he feels Wriothesley relax under him.
And, mercifully, he loosens his grip around the base of his cock, turning his hand to instead stroke him in time with the thrusts of the tendril.]
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He's quick to reward him now that he's given him exactly what he'd wanted.]
Good boy. [He hums the words as he runs his finger through Wriothesley's hair as he sinks the water tendril into him slowly, quickly finding a faster rhythm once he feels Wriothesley relax under him.
And, mercifully, he loosens his grip around the base of his cock, turning his hand to instead stroke him in time with the thrusts of the tendril.]