[ Once more, a kiss that's all too gentle is pressed to Wriothesley's jaw, with an open fondness he suspects is lost on the man in the state he's in. Ideal, really, because Kleken's romanticism has so easily been mistaken for actual relationship intent in the past and he would hate for a repeat of prior events. He has his doubts that Wriothesley was the type, from what little he knew of the man, but... ]
[ Best not to leave too much room for misinterpretation. ]
[ And surely there isn't much to misinterpret about fucking a man unconscious. ]
Good boy. Just a touch more.
[ A touch or two, to speak more honestly. Sliding his fingers out, he feathers another kiss to that trembling jaw as he runs a tentacle over his own cock, slicked with a manifestation of his weakened water Luminatics. The press in is undoubtedly easier with the work his tentacles did before him, but the heat around him is more than enough to pull a soft groan from his lips. ]
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[ Best not to leave too much room for misinterpretation. ]
[ And surely there isn't much to misinterpret about fucking a man unconscious. ]
Good boy. Just a touch more.
[ A touch or two, to speak more honestly. Sliding his fingers out, he feathers another kiss to that trembling jaw as he runs a tentacle over his own cock, slicked with a manifestation of his weakened water Luminatics. The press in is undoubtedly easier with the work his tentacles did before him, but the heat around him is more than enough to pull a soft groan from his lips. ]