[ He doesn’t even know what he’s even saying anymore.
Just the sight of Wriothesley pleasuring himself while pleasuring him is so unbelievably erotic that Lon’qu can’t help but keep his gaze riveted on the other man, on this wild, shameless creature that’s both trying to save him and torment him at the same time.
It’s too much. He’s too much. And unfortunately the sight of Wriothesley gripping his sword that way is what undoes him a second time, though he’s managed to stifle most of his embarrassing little cry by biting hard onto his own hand. ]
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[ He doesn’t even know what he’s even saying anymore.
Just the sight of Wriothesley pleasuring himself while pleasuring him is so unbelievably erotic that Lon’qu can’t help but keep his gaze riveted on the other man, on this wild, shameless creature that’s both trying to save him and torment him at the same time.
It’s too much. He’s too much. And unfortunately the sight of Wriothesley gripping his sword that way is what undoes him a second time, though he’s managed to stifle most of his embarrassing little cry by biting hard onto his own hand. ]