[Neuvillette doesn't fight down the groaned gasp as Wriothesley gives him a firm stroke, a tremble of raw need running up his spine as he rolls his hips into the touch.]
Nngh-Wriothesley. [He groans again at the feeling of the wet, probing, heat of Wriothesley's tongue before the tip of his cock is enveloped by pure bliss. His hand curls in Wriothesley's hair as he rocks forward to push further past his lips.] More, Wriothesley. I need more.
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Nngh-Wriothesley. [He groans again at the feeling of the wet, probing, heat of Wriothesley's tongue before the tip of his cock is enveloped by pure bliss. His hand curls in Wriothesley's hair as he rocks forward to push further past his lips.] More, Wriothesley. I need more.