I wonder... [ Breathed out, soft in the core of his chest. ] But, you'll have to forgive me right now, okay? I don't want to think about anything without you.

[ Kizuna could tell him, but he doesn't think he'd be able to describe the way Wriothesley has won a place in his heart. So yeah, he's going to play the stupid game, the words molten and sugary on his tongue while he's being undressed, having his most sensitive skin kissed so coolly. Reaching out with his free hand, he combs his fingers through the boxer's hair, thumb brushing browline, reaching for the hook of his ear to pull him in closer. His cock throbs with want for more of that. ]

Please?