[Does Neuvillette know what his words are doing to him? How he easily melts when they praise him so sweetly. It makes his mind sink into something so wondrous that any of his worries seem to dissipate. He did so well. Neuvillette thinks he did well.
Well enough that the other is giving him permission. How Wriothesley went from being so stubborn and refusing to wanting nothing more than to please the other. To submit to the other.
It's too much though. The way the tendril pulses against his prostate as Neuvillette strokes his length is too much. He comes with a shout, Neuvillette's name on his lips. Semen splatters onto the wall and drips over Neuvillette's fingers as he rides through his orgasm.]
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Well enough that the other is giving him permission. How Wriothesley went from being so stubborn and refusing to wanting nothing more than to please the other. To submit to the other.
It's too much though. The way the tendril pulses against his prostate as Neuvillette strokes his length is too much. He comes with a shout, Neuvillette's name on his lips. Semen splatters onto the wall and drips over Neuvillette's fingers as he rides through his orgasm.]