[ she was expecting it, but the first pulse still takes her by surprise, swallowing quickly to avoid choking on him. the taste leaves something to be desired, but it's easy to ignore that in favor of watching his reaction—the beautiful arch of his back and the low timbre of his voice as he comes; the way his hole clenches against her finger a subtle tease of what could have been. wriothesley wears pleasure well, artfully disheveled, debauched in a way that makes her want to hold him close and consume him at the same time.
if this is what his bedfellows see, she understands now, what he meant by the lines between him and a healthy sex life. a single night wouldn't be enough.
she works him through his orgasm, gentling her touches until she can pull away with one last lick to the tip. her lips shine wetly with spit and his spend, some of it having dribbled down her chin when she couldn't swallow quickly enough, and she wipes it away with her fingers before licking it off. eventually, she leans in to check on him, running the clean fingers from her other hand through his bangs. ]
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if this is what his bedfellows see, she understands now, what he meant by the lines between him and a healthy sex life. a single night wouldn't be enough.
she works him through his orgasm, gentling her touches until she can pull away with one last lick to the tip. her lips shine wetly with spit and his spend, some of it having dribbled down her chin when she couldn't swallow quickly enough, and she wipes it away with her fingers before licking it off. eventually, she leans in to check on him, running the clean fingers from her other hand through his bangs. ]
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