[Tell him he's pretty later, he'll forgive anything—
He's feeling a little boneless at the moment, thoughts still drifting in the haze of climax; it's the raw sound of Wriothesley's voice that pulls his focus back, leaning up again to take in his expressions with eyes still half-lidded and dark with lust. Oh, he wants to hear it again, how precious...]
Say it...? [He doesn't need to be told at all, he knows, this is merely the last hurrah of his gentle teasing. He grips Wriothesley's cock more firmly and strokes him quick and hard, speaking low and quiet like these words are their little secret,] Such a good boy; you needn't hold back.
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He's feeling a little boneless at the moment, thoughts still drifting in the haze of climax; it's the raw sound of Wriothesley's voice that pulls his focus back, leaning up again to take in his expressions with eyes still half-lidded and dark with lust. Oh, he wants to hear it again, how precious...]
Say it...? [He doesn't need to be told at all, he knows, this is merely the last hurrah of his gentle teasing. He grips Wriothesley's cock more firmly and strokes him quick and hard, speaking low and quiet like these words are their little secret,] Such a good boy; you needn't hold back.