[With each thrust, he can feel everything start to fray. Something in the pit of his stomach is starting to coil tight.
The warmth of her mouth. The frim grip of her hand on the rest of his aching length. The slide in and out giving him waves of pleasure. He can feel himself teetering towards the edge. Wriothesley presses his forehead against the cool material of the wall as his thrusts become more and more erratic. The rhythm before is quickly falling apart.
He knocks against the wall with his fist. It's unsure if it was just an unconscious reaction or intentional.] Aerith. I'm going to- [It's a warning.]
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The warmth of her mouth. The frim grip of her hand on the rest of his aching length. The slide in and out giving him waves of pleasure. He can feel himself teetering towards the edge. Wriothesley presses his forehead against the cool material of the wall as his thrusts become more and more erratic. The rhythm before is quickly falling apart.
He knocks against the wall with his fist. It's unsure if it was just an unconscious reaction or intentional.] Aerith. I'm going to- [It's a warning.]