[ It's an unwise thing to want him to do that this angle too, but Kizuna can't say he doesn't desire it, the slowness at which he has to take him threatening to make his body feel like it's going to pull apart at the seams. He knows why it has to be slow, the rasp of his voice as he growls his name making everything between his ears tremble and coalesce, but it's difficult for him to remember to pace himself like this, tender emotions heightened and exposed by the sudden infatuation he feels.
Or maybe not so sudden, he thinks dully, remembering why it is he came here in the first place. He glances upwards, gaze molten and gilt and utterly wanting as he studies the boxer's handsome features while he's sinking down into him, inch by inch. Halfway...
Wait it out, he thinks, reaching out to steady one of his hands on Wriothesley's forearm. ]
You could ask me to do anything when you call me that.
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Or maybe not so sudden, he thinks dully, remembering why it is he came here in the first place. He glances upwards, gaze molten and gilt and utterly wanting as he studies the boxer's handsome features while he's sinking down into him, inch by inch. Halfway...
Wait it out, he thinks, reaching out to steady one of his hands on Wriothesley's forearm. ]
You could ask me to do anything when you call me that.