[ Closer and still, the teasing rounds of tongue and shallow attentions of his lips over the crown of him makes Kizuna feel so full that it's nearly painful. And as if the sight of him between his legs wasn't hot enough, the swell of emotions behind it crashes through him like a tide, the pull of it warm and lulling in comparison — Wriothesley hadn't promised him anything. But it shines in the unexplored corners of his heart as if he had, something that feels so much like trust.
His heels drag fitfully against ruined sheets; it takes real effort to not slope his hips into the fit of his mouth, so in a way it's lucky that he can turn his head to watch the cascade of items that come out of the drawer. The handcuffs get a quick quirk of his brow and he has to look the other way, laughter trembling in his chest. ]
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His heels drag fitfully against ruined sheets; it takes real effort to not slope his hips into the fit of his mouth, so in a way it's lucky that he can turn his head to watch the cascade of items that come out of the drawer. The handcuffs get a quick quirk of his brow and he has to look the other way, laughter trembling in his chest. ]