[ There's a certain elation in the brush of emotions so rarely felt, the newness of them running raw against him. It underscores playfulness, patience. It's more than novelty and satisfaction, more than the selfishness he'd promised the other man first, even if that'd already been intimate enough. For Kizuna, it's a sensation that he has to take a moment to feel out just as much as he does Wriothesley bottoming out in the tight clutch of him, so deep that he can feel the heavy drum of his pulse.
Normally he'd encourage his greed, to take what he wants. In this instance, he's glad for the stillness and the ability to soak him in, feelings first. He often puts aside these things in the easy interest of physicality, but he finds that he can't this time.
He sounds good, he smells good. To be so full of him feels incredible. Nails rake lightly into the muscle of his back as Kizuna arches into him, giving him the first taste of movement. Wriothesley knows and Kizuna can't consciously keep his empathy from bleeding over, answering that unspoken thought: ]
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Normally he'd encourage his greed, to take what he wants. In this instance, he's glad for the stillness and the ability to soak him in, feelings first. He often puts aside these things in the easy interest of physicality, but he finds that he can't this time.
He sounds good, he smells good. To be so full of him feels incredible. Nails rake lightly into the muscle of his back as Kizuna arches into him, giving him the first taste of movement. Wriothesley knows and Kizuna can't consciously keep his empathy from bleeding over, answering that unspoken thought: ]
Why shouldn't it be you?