[The growl does nothing but egg him on, his cock twitching from the sound of it. It would definitely be a noise that he'll remember for nights alone. Neuvillette's growl is not the only sound as Wriothesley groans in delight at the sting of his scalp.
With the robe gone, he's crowding the other's space again, hand wandering down to feel the other up as he leaves more kisses and bites. He pauses though when his hand blindly grasps to stroke the other and finally glances down.
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With the robe gone, he's crowding the other's space again, hand wandering down to feel the other up as he leaves more kisses and bites. He pauses though when his hand blindly grasps to stroke the other and finally glances down.
A sharp intake of breath.] Oh.