relater: (36.)
ᴋᴀɢᴀᴍɪ "schrodinger's ikemen" ᴋɪᴢᴜɴᴀ. ([personal profile] relater) wrote in [personal profile] armwriostle 2024-04-26 01:08 am (UTC)

[ Never has it been so easy to really feel the effect he's having on someone. It shoots through him because of the other man's acceptance of it, the way he can so freely resonate with his heart, his thoughts. His body just follows, a natural result.

Kizuna can't tell if it's because they've linked, because of the feelings that course with an unfamiliar honesty through his veins... it's pushed so close to the surface of his skin and making him feel raw and feverish all over. Wriothesley has never chafed against that tenderness, only held in high regard, in recognition. He sucks in a quiet breath at the slow thrusts, the heightened shift of his body, and releases it against the other man's neck. He places his lips there, half kisses and soft words that he wishes he could tattoo on his skin. His grip tightens on his back.

He wants to say it, but the sound of it gets lost in his heartbeat, shies from the thickness of the heat in his mouth.
]

You don't have to earn it.

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