[ To be coveted for everything that he is has never been typical for Kizuna. There had always been conditions and things obscured from him. Feeling it like this, he thinks he could drown in its unyielding clarity. Kizuna breaks the kiss when Wriothesley comes, breathing shallow and shaky against his lips. He feels the twitch, the spasms, the hot flush of his release drenching his bullied insides. It's intoxicating, how fulfilled he is despite the looming ache in his muscles.
Kizuna's grip eases but he doesn't let go of the man entirely, the flats of his fingers instead pressing soothing circles to the welts he'd left behind on his back and shoulders. His hips twist a little to continue soaking him in, unwilling to let him go from the clutch of his body.
With a lift of his head, he places a satisfied kiss to Wriothesley's cheek, damp bangs slightly curled from sweat brushing against his skin. ]
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Kizuna's grip eases but he doesn't let go of the man entirely, the flats of his fingers instead pressing soothing circles to the welts he'd left behind on his back and shoulders. His hips twist a little to continue soaking him in, unwilling to let him go from the clutch of his body.
With a lift of his head, he places a satisfied kiss to Wriothesley's cheek, damp bangs slightly curled from sweat brushing against his skin. ]