[ Intimacy and indulgence are their own kinds of hell, after all, so in a way this place makes a weird amount of sense. ]
Difficult—
[ He would’ve said something along the lines of disciplining his “pet,” before Wriothesley returns that kiss, cutting off a gasp from him—the heat of intimate contact, somehow, still manages to surprise him, Wriothesley’s arm a reassuring weight against his back.
And now he’s dragging his hands over Wriothesley’s shoulders to cling tight, his trepidation slowly melting away the longer they kiss, the tension in his body relaxing bit by bit, as, like a snake, he parts his lips and traces his tongue over Wriothesley’s lips, seeking more. ]
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Difficult—
[ He would’ve said something along the lines of disciplining his “pet,” before Wriothesley returns that kiss, cutting off a gasp from him—the heat of intimate contact, somehow, still manages to surprise him, Wriothesley’s arm a reassuring weight against his back.
And now he’s dragging his hands over Wriothesley’s shoulders to cling tight, his trepidation slowly melting away the longer they kiss, the tension in his body relaxing bit by bit, as, like a snake, he parts his lips and traces his tongue over Wriothesley’s lips, seeking more. ]