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[ Gods…he’d never realized how deeply it could go into another’s mouth…

The thought would’ve been much more mortifying were it not for…everything else going on right now, Wriothesley tormenting him with a vengeance as Lon’qu tries and fails to protest, his voice coming out in jumbled syllables and strangled moans, the heat within him building up into a steady crescendo with the unbearable sheath of Wriothesley’s mouth…

It's with that moan that he manages to wrest some kind of a thought back into his pleasure-addled mind—enough to have him grabbing at Wriothesley’s hair on reflex and pulling hard. ]

I—I need you to…

[Delightful. It's positively delightful.

The way the other yanks at his hair with such strength doesn't deter him but earns a shameless moan. An encouragement to swallow around the hardened length, throat clenching around the member as he doesn't slow the way he lavishes the length with his tongue and pleasured groans in the back of his throat. Encourages the other to take what they need, be it to fuck his mouth to their heart's content or to force him to swallow their load as though it were a meal for him to enjoy.

And Lon'qu might here the rustle of fabric as Wriothesley shoves his hands down his pants so he can stroke himself as he sucks the other off. Jerk off to pleasuring the other man.]

[ Wriothesley is maybe enjoying this too much— ]

You…

[ He doesn’t even know what he’s even saying anymore.

Just the sight of Wriothesley pleasuring himself while pleasuring him is so unbelievably erotic that Lon’qu can’t help but keep his gaze riveted on the other man, on this wild, shameless creature that’s both trying to save him and torment him at the same time.

It’s too much. He’s too much. And unfortunately the sight of Wriothesley gripping his sword that way is what undoes him a second time, though he’s managed to stifle most of his embarrassing little cry by biting hard onto his own hand. ]

[It's true. He likes sucking cock, and Lon'qu is making this a terribly enjoyable experience. Can he really be blamed for liking it?

And he's pleased when the man climaxes again. Hot and salty on his tongue, he swallows every drop that spills from the man's eager cock. He continues to bob his head, swallows thick cum as though not wanting to waste any bit of his meal, while continuing to pleasure himself.

His moan is muffled, eyes fluttering shut, seemingly gratified by the man's climax even more than trying to really chase his own.]

You’ve—You’ve made your point…

[ What point? ]

J—Just…

[ He makes the mistake of staring too closely at Wriothesley, at the completely blissed out expression on his face despite the fact that he hasn’t come into his own release just yet.

Lon’qu’s tempted to pull out—as a matter of fact he’s finding himself babbling as a warning to him of sorts, but… Gods, it doesn’t feel right pulling away from him now. Never mind that he finds himself at a loss as to what to do next—to simply watch him proceed while helplessly stuck like this or find some way to help him along, and Wriothesley certainly can’t instruct him with his mouth full…

He hasn’t been here for too long and already things are getting far too complicated for his liking.

But right now he’ll focus on the only thing he can do, which is attempt to wipe off the mess on Wriothesley’s face as best as he can with his fingers, gently rocking his overstimulated cock into that too-warm mouth in the hopes that it might help with the other’s release.

Honestly, why couldn’t they just fight things out like normal people… ]

[Is he really complaining about throatfucking a guy clearly enjoying it???

He moans happily around Lon'qu's cock, eyes fluttering closed as he continues to swallow around the other man's length. He purrs in satisfaction, lapping up the remaining drops of cum, tongue running against the underside as Lon'qu rocks his hips into his wanting mouth.

Wriothesley's strokes of his own cock become more and more uneven the closer he gets to his climax, pleasure coiling in his gut until it feels like it's gonna spill over.

With a muffled groan, Wriothesley finally spills over, his spend spilling over his hand and onto the floor between Lon'qu's spread feet.]

[ Yeah, and are you gonna stop him or what??? ]

You…

[ And then Wriothesley’s own release comes, almost too soon and yet not soon enough, their pleasure gone just like that even if it also felt like it had stretched out forever.

He hadn’t imagined his first time would be like this. He hadn’t even realized he would be able to do something like this at all. He’d thought about it plenty of times, amid all the garish displays of strength his fellow warriors in Ferox were known for, and yet…

No, this isn’t the time to worry about that right now. With Wriothesley finally climaxing Lon’qu starts to gently extricate himself from the other man. ]

That…That was…

[ There are no words. Just…he doesn’t even know where to begin. ]

[He's just gonna keep sucking that dick??? The man's body is honest even if Lon'qu isn't.

Wriothesley, cheeky as always, merely rests his head against Lon'qu's thigh even after the other has pulled their softened cock out of his mouth. He licks his lips as he looks up at the other with a playful grin.]

Mm, satisfied? [A playful wink.] Feeling better now, right?

[He means their suit, but he could also mean a whole lot of things that come with a blowjob, honestly. Who wouldn't feel better after that?]

[ What hey that’s cheating— ]

I…I…

[ Damn it, why isn’t Wriothesley letting him pull away? And giving him that Look, besides.

Aggravating.

But really, Lon’qu’s more flustered than anything else, completely unsure as he is as to how to react, what the protocols and courtesies this kind of situation requires… ]

That was…satisfactory?

[ What did you want him to say!!! ]

[He barks out laughter.]

I think if you said that to anyone, you'd hurt their ego quite a bit.

[It seems like Wriothesley is only amused though. But he finally pulls away to get back to his feet.] I've embarrassed you long enough. It seems your suit has calmed down, which is good. Sorry I forced myself on you.

[He knows that it was necessary, but he feels somewhat apologetic with how flustered Lon'qu still was.]

You did nothing of the sort…

[ He might not admit it just yet, but it’s…comforting, that his first time would be with a fellow warrior. And one who’d bested him, besides.

Sure, he hadn’t expected things to turn out like this, but… ]

And in any case, I could still fight you off if necessary.

[ Don’t underestimate him, dammit!! ]

[Wriothesley snorts a little at that before flicking the other's forehead.]

For how long, really? I know how the suits get and I know how distracting they can become. You going toe-to-toe while in your condition when I don't have the same distractions already has an obvious winner. Maybe at your normal, you'd be able to, but let's be honest about the situation.

[Wriothesley doesn't doubt the man is formidable normally.]

You weren't at your best before this.

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