[The hungry gaze the other gives him only spurs him on. He wants the other to keep looking at him like that.]
What can I say? I'm a natural charmer.
[He lets out a low chuckle before leaning in to nip at Sylvain's neck. He grazes his teeth against flesh before biting down and sucking at the spot to leave a mark. Wriothesley starts trailing kisses down the man's chest. He does miss the other's touch on his length when he moves too far down for the other to touch him any longer, but the grip in his hair is certainly alluring and that tug promises there will be more. It makes him shiver.]
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What can I say? I'm a natural charmer.
[He lets out a low chuckle before leaning in to nip at Sylvain's neck. He grazes his teeth against flesh before biting down and sucking at the spot to leave a mark. Wriothesley starts trailing kisses down the man's chest. He does miss the other's touch on his length when he moves too far down for the other to touch him any longer, but the grip in his hair is certainly alluring and that tug promises there will be more. It makes him shiver.]
My tongue isn't only just good with sweet talk.