[ It's impossible to not let the sound of his laugh echo across his heart. A hazy smile flicks the kiss-flushed corners of his mouth. ]
And you're still saying yes, nnh — ah...
[ Kizuna breathes out, the impassioned rasp of it loud against Wriothesley's mouth. He shivers, skin sweeping with goosebumps as his nerves go alight with the opposing sensation of ice to the fever in his veins. It does what he thought he would, tempering the height of his arousal so he can keep welcoming those long, slow strokes of him, body aching pleasantly with each heavy rut. Pulling his arm forward, Kizuna cups the boxer's cheek, laying kisses against his face. They're a little errant, grateful, messy in his undoing the longer he tries to draw it out. It's difficult, he thinks, wanting to let go but also not wanting this to end. ]
It's not easy for you to do, is it...? [ Murmured recognition, a flutter of lashes over heady gold. ] But it feels so good.
[ It still won't be long, the innermost muscles of his body going soft against the thick pierce of his crown. He's also filling with tension the more he starts to hit that sweet spot, moans growing louder and longer. Trapped between the skin-friction of their bellies, his cock twitches, beading with precum. ]
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And you're still saying yes, nnh — ah...
[ Kizuna breathes out, the impassioned rasp of it loud against Wriothesley's mouth. He shivers, skin sweeping with goosebumps as his nerves go alight with the opposing sensation of ice to the fever in his veins. It does what he thought he would, tempering the height of his arousal so he can keep welcoming those long, slow strokes of him, body aching pleasantly with each heavy rut. Pulling his arm forward, Kizuna cups the boxer's cheek, laying kisses against his face. They're a little errant, grateful, messy in his undoing the longer he tries to draw it out. It's difficult, he thinks, wanting to let go but also not wanting this to end. ]
It's not easy for you to do, is it...? [ Murmured recognition, a flutter of lashes over heady gold. ] But it feels so good.
[ It still won't be long, the innermost muscles of his body going soft against the thick pierce of his crown. He's also filling with tension the more he starts to hit that sweet spot, moans growing louder and longer. Trapped between the skin-friction of their bellies, his cock twitches, beading with precum. ]
Wriothesley...
[ His name melts, ardent on his tongue. ]