[ Surely Wriothesley knows that just asking is a Herculean task for Keita in his current state. He can barely manage a coherent thought, let alone a coherent sentence, especially as the continuing strokes of Wriothesley's hand drive him slowly mad. The insistent throb of his suit against the back of his neck drives him to greed: Keita wants everything, wants Wriothesley's hands all over him, wants his mouth, his cock, the press of his body against Keita's. There are so many things to want that Keita can barely decide where to begin.
It turns out, he begins like this: a short, almost startled cry as the calloused pad of Wriothesley's thumb rubs firmly over the head of his cock and makes him come in a dizzy, shivering rush of pleasure. It takes him by surprise and leaves him momentarily dazed, clutching still at Wriothesley's shoulders as he spills over the other man's hand. ]
Oh, Christ, [ Keita mutters when the most intense rush of pleasure has subsided, leaving him shaking with occasional aftershocks, his arousal still very much not abated. He hasn't even started to go soft. The only change, in fact, is that at least for a moment, Keita is marginally more coherent than he was before.
He shifts, finally, to give himself over to desire entirely as he moves to straddle Wriothesley's lap. His hands are warm and insistent against Wriothesley's chest, his shoulders, the back of his neck, and Keita leans forward like he's thinking about kissing, then pauses and withdraws just slightly. Without the benefit of his foresight, he has no way of knowing whether Wriothesley will mind. ]
Do you... is it all right if I kiss you? I don't mind if you say no.
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It turns out, he begins like this: a short, almost startled cry as the calloused pad of Wriothesley's thumb rubs firmly over the head of his cock and makes him come in a dizzy, shivering rush of pleasure. It takes him by surprise and leaves him momentarily dazed, clutching still at Wriothesley's shoulders as he spills over the other man's hand. ]
Oh, Christ, [ Keita mutters when the most intense rush of pleasure has subsided, leaving him shaking with occasional aftershocks, his arousal still very much not abated. He hasn't even started to go soft. The only change, in fact, is that at least for a moment, Keita is marginally more coherent than he was before.
He shifts, finally, to give himself over to desire entirely as he moves to straddle Wriothesley's lap. His hands are warm and insistent against Wriothesley's chest, his shoulders, the back of his neck, and Keita leans forward like he's thinking about kissing, then pauses and withdraws just slightly. Without the benefit of his foresight, he has no way of knowing whether Wriothesley will mind. ]
Do you... is it all right if I kiss you? I don't mind if you say no.