[A lick of his lips as he patiently lets the other grow used to being filled so deeply before he starts to rock his hips. They're short and shallow thrusts. A taste as to what they'll be feeling at a heightened level. For now, it's nothing short and sweet as he grinds his hips down into the other.
Wriothesley can't help but shiver. The small ripples of pleasure that travel up his spine and the feel of nails against his skin seemingly shooting down his spine right to his already hard cock mixed with such words that make him feel so seen and exposed.
Yet, somehow, the feeling does not bring dread so much something warm and wanting.]
I haven't earned it. [And maybe he hasn't realized that what he wants isn't something to be earned. That he can merely have it because what he wants is already being silently offered back without such strings attached.]
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Wriothesley can't help but shiver. The small ripples of pleasure that travel up his spine and the feel of nails against his skin seemingly shooting down his spine right to his already hard cock mixed with such words that make him feel so seen and exposed.
Yet, somehow, the feeling does not bring dread so much something warm and wanting.]
I haven't earned it. [And maybe he hasn't realized that what he wants isn't something to be earned. That he can merely have it because what he wants is already being silently offered back without such strings attached.]