[ Even if he could have envisioned what this would be like, it pales in the light of watching it happen to him. When cool breath gives way to the warm well of his mouth, past teeth and over tongue, further and further until he suddenly feels the soft back of Wriothesley's throat — he can't help but snare his fingers into his hair, kneading at the messy locks to ride out that flagrant sensation.
His breath hitches second and he bites his lip, muscle pulling taut throughout his abdomen. When he breathes out it's shaky with affection and desire, content to feel the flutter of his moan, the wet clutch of him. ]
Of course you would. [ He literally asked for it. ] I wish you knew how good you looked like that...
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His breath hitches second and he bites his lip, muscle pulling taut throughout his abdomen. When he breathes out it's shaky with affection and desire, content to feel the flutter of his moan, the wet clutch of him. ]
Of course you would. [ He literally asked for it. ] I wish you knew how good you looked like that...