[ Wonderful. He can feel how close Wriothesley must be getting deep in his throat, in the way he quivers so deliciously under his touches as if begging. If he didn't have a tentacle buried deep into the other's mouth, he's sure he'd get to hear some truly nice moans and perhaps even coax a few actual sounds of pleading from him. But this... this was quite nice too. ]
[ Not leaving any room for thought, the tentacle around Wriothesley's waist tightens, holding him in place with nowhere to run, as it were, as he swallows down around him again and pushes in with that slickened tentacle in one smooth movement, curling over itself to seek out that sensitive bundle of nerves that can be just the right little push the other man needs to finally fall. ]
[ 'Little,' it's going to get absolutely slammed the moment Kleken finds it. Because he may have been gentle thusfar, but it's no lie to say Kleken wants to see that wrecked face of his sooner rather than later. ]
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[ Not leaving any room for thought, the tentacle around Wriothesley's waist tightens, holding him in place with nowhere to run, as it were, as he swallows down around him again and pushes in with that slickened tentacle in one smooth movement, curling over itself to seek out that sensitive bundle of nerves that can be just the right little push the other man needs to finally fall. ]
[ 'Little,' it's going to get absolutely slammed the moment Kleken finds it. Because he may have been gentle thusfar, but it's no lie to say Kleken wants to see that wrecked face of his sooner rather than later. ]