Wriothesley pulls off Kizuna's cock, a string of saliva still keeping them connected in a salacious way. His free hand gently strokes the other as he presses kisses to the other as though worshipping the hardened length in front of him.]
We don't have to. [His words are simple with no ounce of judgment. If Kizuna didn't want to go that far then there was no reason to push the envelope. Sex was more than just inserting one phallus into another and he had plenty of ways to pull the other apart if necessary.
A part of him desires the other viscerally, but more so, he wanted the other to enjoy themselves.]
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Wriothesley pulls off Kizuna's cock, a string of saliva still keeping them connected in a salacious way. His free hand gently strokes the other as he presses kisses to the other as though worshipping the hardened length in front of him.]
We don't have to. [His words are simple with no ounce of judgment. If Kizuna didn't want to go that far then there was no reason to push the envelope. Sex was more than just inserting one phallus into another and he had plenty of ways to pull the other apart if necessary.
A part of him desires the other viscerally, but more so, he wanted the other to enjoy themselves.]