[ Wriothesley's earlier talk of wanting to savor and enjoy Broca fell flat with the man, but he's not entirely unable to understand the appeal of it in his own way. Maybe not for a slow and gentle tease that takes apart a person bit by bit, but there's something in the look on Wriothesley's face now that stirs something inside of him. The flushed skin and glassy eyes looks good on him, and while this was started as a means to make a little cash, if the offer came again for another chance at this man, Broca wouldn't say no.
The warning doesn't seem to deter him at all though, neither do the nails digging into the skin of his shoulder, though it does draw a small growl out of him as he leans forward towards Wriothesley. His hazy gaze sharpens as he hips snap harder, more forceful, and his hand begins to find the matching rhythm again as he continues to stroke Wriothesley's cock. ]
Then come.
[ It's permission being granted more than an intended order, but there's still a growl in his voice that makes it seem otherwise.
He really has done a bad job at playing the role of the pet in this one. ]
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The warning doesn't seem to deter him at all though, neither do the nails digging into the skin of his shoulder, though it does draw a small growl out of him as he leans forward towards Wriothesley. His hazy gaze sharpens as he hips snap harder, more forceful, and his hand begins to find the matching rhythm again as he continues to stroke Wriothesley's cock. ]
Then come.
[ It's permission being granted more than an intended order, but there's still a growl in his voice that makes it seem otherwise.
He really has done a bad job at playing the role of the pet in this one. ]