[Wriothesley is nothing, if not responsive as he lets out a breathless little moan. His hips stutter, body wanting to thrust into her hand or to take her fingers in deeper. Eyelashes flutter as he clenches around them, enjoying the feeling of being filled by those wonderful digits. Even if it were little quicker than the others, he doesn't seem bothered, enjoying the slight sting and ache as he's stretched open.]
Clorinde. [His voice is a little hoarse as he utters her name. Her mouth on his skin sets him alight and he finds himself craving to feel the sting of a bite; enamel against skin.] More, give me more.
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[Wriothesley is nothing, if not responsive as he lets out a breathless little moan. His hips stutter, body wanting to thrust into her hand or to take her fingers in deeper. Eyelashes flutter as he clenches around them, enjoying the feeling of being filled by those wonderful digits. Even if it were little quicker than the others, he doesn't seem bothered, enjoying the slight sting and ache as he's stretched open.]
Clorinde. [His voice is a little hoarse as he utters her name. Her mouth on his skin sets him alight and he finds himself craving to feel the sting of a bite; enamel against skin.] More, give me more.