[ Even dulled, the scent is a familiar one. His heartbeat pangs a little as if it's trying to stretch and unfurl throughout his whole body, senses running high. No, he doesn't need to hear Wriothesley to know what he's feeling and thinking — it's the reverent playfulness in such steely eyes that leaves Kizuna feeling weak, for his part.
(But knowing despite that does tickle his nerves, just a little.)
He bites back a small noise at the sensation of his fingers pumping against his body, the curved slide of knuckles pulling at him, notching him open. Kizuna aches in a way he hasn't before, the slow spread of his hole making his body crave for more. Warm and unsettled, his hips roll into the motions of the boxer's thrusts, wanting the length of his broad fingers to run deeper, to touch at his insides as much as he likes. Breath short and precum beading soft and salty in Wriothesley's mouth, Kizuna tips his head aside to let his cheek pillow on whatever items have bunched beneath him on the bed, eyes glowing from beneath lidded lashes. ]
You're going to feel so good inside of me. I can already tell.
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(But knowing despite that does tickle his nerves, just a little.)
He bites back a small noise at the sensation of his fingers pumping against his body, the curved slide of knuckles pulling at him, notching him open. Kizuna aches in a way he hasn't before, the slow spread of his hole making his body crave for more. Warm and unsettled, his hips roll into the motions of the boxer's thrusts, wanting the length of his broad fingers to run deeper, to touch at his insides as much as he likes. Breath short and precum beading soft and salty in Wriothesley's mouth, Kizuna tips his head aside to let his cheek pillow on whatever items have bunched beneath him on the bed, eyes glowing from beneath lidded lashes. ]
You're going to feel so good inside of me. I can already tell.