[Neuvillette is about to question what Wriothesley means by 'turned off', wanting to make sure he understands it, but his meaning is completely clear a moment later, feeling a strange mix of flattered, sheepish and excited at Wriothesley's apparent desire. Thankfully, Neuvillette isn't left to sort through his thoughts, everything is obliterated when Wriothesley wraps his hand around both of his cocks and strokes. He inhales raggedly before moaning deeply, pulling Wriothesley closer any way he can.]
Yes. [The word is hardly more than an exhale, neediness edging into his voice. Neuvillette looks down as well, reaching down to much more delicately run a finger along Wriothesley's shaft.] Will you allow me to do the same? [He finds himself wondering what Wriothesley will taste like and how he might be able to please him, what he might like.]
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Yes. [The word is hardly more than an exhale, neediness edging into his voice. Neuvillette looks down as well, reaching down to much more delicately run a finger along Wriothesley's shaft.] Will you allow me to do the same? [He finds himself wondering what Wriothesley will taste like and how he might be able to please him, what he might like.]