[There's just the slightness of teeth dragging against Kizuna's length as though in warning. He wants to hear the other. He wants to hear every noise and word that slips from those lips and it's really a shame that the other was denying him exactly that. He wants their voice, their taste, their heat. He wants everything Kizuna will give him.
He slides in a third finger with the other two once he thinks that the other is already for another. He thrusts them in and out a few times before curling them inside the empath. There's deliberation in the touch, as though trying to touch deep inside. Searching to push the height of Kizuna's pleasure farther.
Wriothesley has to make sure those words utter and those expectations are met, after all.]
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He slides in a third finger with the other two once he thinks that the other is already for another. He thrusts them in and out a few times before curling them inside the empath. There's deliberation in the touch, as though trying to touch deep inside. Searching to push the height of Kizuna's pleasure farther.
Wriothesley has to make sure those words utter and those expectations are met, after all.]