[ A look like that almost pares him open more than the weight of his body does — almost, the new grip and pace making his breath shorten and his voice sound out in a passionate sob that echoes off the walls. He'd been too distracted by the feel of his smile, empathy superseding carnality for a moment; it's just enough to make his heart throb harder than the pulse in the rest of his body. It's different, isn't it? It's different from the others he's tumbled into bed with as a means to an end.
Kizuna doesn't have time to think about it, desperation rising on each hungry thrust. His arms wind around Wriothesley to pull him closer, high on the feeling of his skin as that closeness edges all his thoughts out. There's only the scent and movement of him, the fever-pitch of marred skin. Nails rake long marks into his shoulders as he buries his brow into his shoulder, breath shaking from the stimulation of it.
He does want it so badly, the feeling of his body's release against his own. ]
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Kizuna doesn't have time to think about it, desperation rising on each hungry thrust. His arms wind around Wriothesley to pull him closer, high on the feeling of his skin as that closeness edges all his thoughts out. There's only the scent and movement of him, the fever-pitch of marred skin. Nails rake long marks into his shoulders as he buries his brow into his shoulder, breath shaking from the stimulation of it.
He does want it so badly, the feeling of his body's release against his own. ]