[ Kizuna laughs a little hoarsely, still catching his breath. His pulse still hangs high in his body, hammering hot and pretty against his chest. He tips his head into the stroke of his thumb as his grip finally loosens; Wriothesley can pull himself out once that molten heat subsides. ]
Great. [ Truthful, even when he's looking a mess. His lashes flutter and he brings his hand up to cover the boxer's, prompting him to cup his cheek. ] You feel amazing.
[ There's a sort of self-assurance there, as if Kizuna knew he would. His thighs tighten, playful. ]
You're really not going to let me walk out of here, are you?
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Great. [ Truthful, even when he's looking a mess. His lashes flutter and he brings his hand up to cover the boxer's, prompting him to cup his cheek. ] You feel amazing.
[ There's a sort of self-assurance there, as if Kizuna knew he would. His thighs tighten, playful. ]
You're really not going to let me walk out of here, are you?