[ Such cheek for a man who's made himself half a mess on his cock already. Kizuna has to laugh again, the warm bubble of it making his chest feel light even when his gut feels so heavy with want. He knows that of all people, Wriothesley is going to make good on what he says. Easing down again into the familiar sensation of his mouth wet on him, his back arches slightly at the intrusion of a finger. He could be undone quickly if tugged too far in any direction, he thinks, but he searches his self-control for balance. ]

Mm — going to ruin me for anyone else? [ A tease with a flutter of truth in it. Taking a breath, he licks his lips and relaxes again, letting that sensation settle. ] There wasn't a reason for it...

[ It's not like he was saving himself for anything in particular, though that clarity is still with him even as it fogs at the edges with affection. ]

But I'm glad it's happening this way.