[ Kizuna feels it too, tension rippling across the well of Wriothesley's belly, nerves ready to flare white-hot. It overcomes him like a tide, the pang of his empathy hitting a second high point even with his body so pliant to this man's touch. Pleasure bleeds over him, momentarily indistinguishable between them. Kizuna doesn't care to try and differentiate, breathing a shivered moan into the depth of the kiss, tongue fever warm as it licks over eye teeth and twists with Wriothesley's to invite him in deeper everywhere. His exhales are a little muddled as he sucks at his tongue, unwilling to release his mouth from its messy kisses. His senses are submerged, rocked beneath the waves of his body.
Fitting, he thinks, just as lulled into the height of its rhythm. ]
You're close... I feel it. [ Ever sensitive to the workings of a body with a strong heart, especially when it's pressed so close to him, cock crowning thick against his innermost muscles with every thrust. He noses his cheek, words soft and breathless with an impatient longing. ] You don't want to yet...?
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Fitting, he thinks, just as lulled into the height of its rhythm. ]
You're close... I feel it. [ Ever sensitive to the workings of a body with a strong heart, especially when it's pressed so close to him, cock crowning thick against his innermost muscles with every thrust. He noses his cheek, words soft and breathless with an impatient longing. ] You don't want to yet...?
[ Almost a plea. ]