I'm still often caught by surprise at how pleasing something as simple as a touch feels. How could I do anything but react? [His voice is quiet, deceptively calm considering how quickly his heart is beating and how much his body is suddenly aching for Wriothesley's attention.

He nods at what Wriothesley says, sending some of his hair tumbling forward. His intention hadn't been to abstain because he didn't think he deserved it; he'd simply been quite content until Wriothesley had begun touching him.

Shifting his hips closer, he runs his hand messily through Wriothesley's hair, cupping the back of his head to help him tip his head forward, groaning softly when Wriothesley's lips brush the tip of one of his cocks.] Wriothesley...