[ That humor lingers as his fingers trail down the man’s torso to brush against the waistband of his pants. Pausing near the fastenings that hold them closed. His gaze flits to Wriothesley's face, a silent question for permission in the glance.
The touch to his own flesh gets a faint shiver at the sensation, a ripple of muscle under the light brush of fingertips. ]
And I can be very charming, thanks. Although it’s way more fun when it’s with someone worth putting in the effort for. Or who appreciates the effort in the first place.
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[ That humor lingers as his fingers trail down the man’s torso to brush against the waistband of his pants. Pausing near the fastenings that hold them closed. His gaze flits to Wriothesley's face, a silent question for permission in the glance.
The touch to his own flesh gets a faint shiver at the sensation, a ripple of muscle under the light brush of fingertips. ]
And I can be very charming, thanks. Although it’s way more fun when it’s with someone worth putting in the effort for. Or who appreciates the effort in the first place.