[ To be devoured by him wouldn't be such a bad thing, Kizuna thinks somewhat cloudily, the want of it dripping through his senses like cool rain through fog. And as Kizuna accepts Wriothesley's weight against him, he does think of it again — the things that were said in his suite a week prior. Things he tried not to think about. Things that were torrid and full of emotion and stoked bright by thoughts he couldn't help and yet they hadn't felt dishonest, either...
Things like yours and mine.
Kisses dappling his skin makes Kizuna's breath calm, deepening in his lungs in spite of the few cursory thrusts eliciting a quiet whimper, the sounds melting sweet and warm on his tongue. His arms wind upwards around Wriothesley, palms smoothing over blessedly cool skin, rough scars. ]
What if, [ His thoughts and emotions whirl, made malleable by tenderness. ] it was everything? What if I wanted to give you everything?
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Things like yours and mine.
Kisses dappling his skin makes Kizuna's breath calm, deepening in his lungs in spite of the few cursory thrusts eliciting a quiet whimper, the sounds melting sweet and warm on his tongue. His arms wind upwards around Wriothesley, palms smoothing over blessedly cool skin, rough scars. ]
What if, [ His thoughts and emotions whirl, made malleable by tenderness. ] it was everything? What if I wanted to give you everything?