[It might be a small little thing, missed by others, but Wriothesley has always had a discerning eye. That slight upturn of lips might as well be a beam from the stoic man. It's enough to make a grin on the boxer's lips blossom.
And if there is any worry about whether or not he cares about his lower back and ability to walk, it doesn't show with how Wriothesley rocks his hips in rhythm, meeting every thrust with the loud slap of skin. He feels the strength slowly leave his legs, letting them drop to Broca's sides; widening his stance as though to give the other plenty of room.
He writhes under Broca's touch, moans and breathless whispers for more. One hand fists the sheets underneath him while the other one finds the wrist of the hand wrapped around his leaking cock as though to ground him.]
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And if there is any worry about whether or not he cares about his lower back and ability to walk, it doesn't show with how Wriothesley rocks his hips in rhythm, meeting every thrust with the loud slap of skin. He feels the strength slowly leave his legs, letting them drop to Broca's sides; widening his stance as though to give the other plenty of room.
He writhes under Broca's touch, moans and breathless whispers for more. One hand fists the sheets underneath him while the other one finds the wrist of the hand wrapped around his leaking cock as though to ground him.]