[He lets out a keen, his cock dribbling precome over hi stomach. The sensation of rough thrusts into him and the teasing touches on his chest is making his mind hazy. It takes a moment for him to register what Lorenz says and its only partly because he was denied another kiss.
Wriothesley gives the other a lazy smile as he shifts to lay down. He paints a pretty picture for the other, sprawled out and naked and wanting. His hair is disheveled, his lips kiss bruised, and a slight flush that travels down his neck. His gaze is half-lidded and hazy with lust.
He tilts his head and he wraps his legs around the leaner man's waist, heels digging into his back.] Anything for you, sweetheart.
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Wriothesley gives the other a lazy smile as he shifts to lay down. He paints a pretty picture for the other, sprawled out and naked and wanting. His hair is disheveled, his lips kiss bruised, and a slight flush that travels down his neck. His gaze is half-lidded and hazy with lust.
He tilts his head and he wraps his legs around the leaner man's waist, heels digging into his back.] Anything for you, sweetheart.