[ There's a familiarity in this that acts as a strange comforting force for Broca. Being buried deep inside someone, his hips moving back and forth as he fucks his way into a building thoughtless stupor that will slowly help take him out of his own head, allowing him to escape thoughts of the past and future as the physical sensations of the moment ground him in the now.
He begins to narrow down on simple things like the fact that Wriothesley looks good like this, lost in the haze of lust, and gripping onto him like he doesn't know what he'd do if he let go. There are jolts of pleasure coursing through his body, starting from where he's buried inside of the man underneath him, but spreading out all the way from the tips of his toes to the crown of his head.
As reluctant as he was to start this whole thing on principle, it wasn't as though Broca disliked sex. The sensation was always something he enjoyed getting lost in, even if the circumstances had made him testy at first. The way Wriothesley reacts to his touch though... there is something intoxicating about that, and his hand moves faster, even if he maintains the same rhythm as he thrusts into Wriothesley. The dim awareness is starting to form that he wants to see this man completely come apart for him. ]
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He begins to narrow down on simple things like the fact that Wriothesley looks good like this, lost in the haze of lust, and gripping onto him like he doesn't know what he'd do if he let go. There are jolts of pleasure coursing through his body, starting from where he's buried inside of the man underneath him, but spreading out all the way from the tips of his toes to the crown of his head.
As reluctant as he was to start this whole thing on principle, it wasn't as though Broca disliked sex. The sensation was always something he enjoyed getting lost in, even if the circumstances had made him testy at first. The way Wriothesley reacts to his touch though... there is something intoxicating about that, and his hand moves faster, even if he maintains the same rhythm as he thrusts into Wriothesley. The dim awareness is starting to form that he wants to see this man completely come apart for him. ]