[ For all that Keita has been holding himself at something of a polite distance from Wriothesley, all too keenly aware of how many similarities he bears to Thaniel, he's abruptly and overwhelmingly grateful for the other man's kindness. In a place like this it would be easy for Wriothesley to have ignored Keita's plea entirely, or at the very least, to have refrained from offering his personal assistance. But he didn't—and now here he is, for seemingly no other reason than the goodness of his heart. ]
You're very kind. [ He feels hazy, not quite like himself, the fever of arousal lending the world a dreamy unreal quality that Keita can't shake. ] I'm thankful that you de—mmgh, ah—
[ Wriothesley's hand curls around the hot, hard length of Keita's cock, and he chokes on a moan, muffles it against Wriothesley's shoulder. His hand comes to rest on Wriothesley's forearm, not to stop him at all, but just to feel the way the muscles flex as he begins to stroke, his grip just tight enough, dizzyingly pleasurable. ]
Y—Yes, it's—oh, very good. [ The confession comes breathlessly, Keita's brow furrowed with pleasure, his other hand coming up over Wriothesley's shoulder to cling tight. ] Don't stop, please—
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You're very kind. [ He feels hazy, not quite like himself, the fever of arousal lending the world a dreamy unreal quality that Keita can't shake. ] I'm thankful that you de—mmgh, ah—
[ Wriothesley's hand curls around the hot, hard length of Keita's cock, and he chokes on a moan, muffles it against Wriothesley's shoulder. His hand comes to rest on Wriothesley's forearm, not to stop him at all, but just to feel the way the muscles flex as he begins to stroke, his grip just tight enough, dizzyingly pleasurable. ]
Y—Yes, it's—oh, very good. [ The confession comes breathlessly, Keita's brow furrowed with pleasure, his other hand coming up over Wriothesley's shoulder to cling tight. ] Don't stop, please—