[Wriothesley arches his back with a shameless moan. The touch is like an electro-charged shock coursing through his spine. It feels good.
It isn't even close to enough.]
If that is the appetizer then- [He grabs the other through the fabric of their pants, grinding his palm against it.] are you saying I can eat until my heart's content?
[A lick of his lips as he looks at the other before his eyes wander down.]
no subject
It isn't even close to enough.]
If that is the appetizer then- [He grabs the other through the fabric of their pants, grinding his palm against it.] are you saying I can eat until my heart's content?
[A lick of his lips as he looks at the other before his eyes wander down.]