[Kizuna paints a pretty picture. The way they arch so beautifully and the way he craves to see more of it. Want and arousal is heavy in the room and it's impossible to tell if it's Wriothesley's own or Kizuna. Where it starts and where it ends doesn't seem to matter as though their want intermixes perfectly, entwining the same as their bodies.
His eyes crinkle and Kizuna doesn't need to hear him verbally answer to know what he would say. The chuckle around their length as he continues to suck the other off, a second finger slowly pressing into them to start stretching them out; the answer was obvious. Wriothesley didn't want Kizuna's first experience to be bad.
A part of him wants it to be so good that Kizuna might get satisfaction, but not the same way he had with him. And part of him feels some sort of satisfaction to be Kizuna's first. That bit of possessiveness still lingering.
He slowly thrusts his fingers in and out, letting the other slowly get used to the slick slide of them entering and leaving as he bobs his head at the same pace.]
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His eyes crinkle and Kizuna doesn't need to hear him verbally answer to know what he would say. The chuckle around their length as he continues to suck the other off, a second finger slowly pressing into them to start stretching them out; the answer was obvious. Wriothesley didn't want Kizuna's first experience to be bad.
A part of him wants it to be so good that Kizuna might get satisfaction, but not the same way he had with him. And part of him feels some sort of satisfaction to be Kizuna's first. That bit of possessiveness still lingering.
He slowly thrusts his fingers in and out, letting the other slowly get used to the slick slide of them entering and leaving as he bobs his head at the same pace.]