[ Oh. It's a sight that makes his mouth go dry. Kizuna presses his fingers to his lips instantly to keep from uttering a noise that he would absolutely never live down this early into it. The quick upswing in his pulse has his cock twitching against the attentions, gaze transfixed in spite of his body's heated restlessness with a man like him poised so dangerously between his legs. ]
Hah — another talent, Wriothesley?
[ His throat thuds, head falling back slightly in disbelief at how much that's turning him on. ]
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Hah — another talent, Wriothesley?
[ His throat thuds, head falling back slightly in disbelief at how much that's turning him on. ]
I'll never get over you.