[ Wriothesley leans forward to press his mouth to Keita's skin, and Keita moans, the sound reverberating in his throat right against Wriothesley's lips. He feels the trail of those fingers as though they're leaving drops of fire against his skin, all the way down his spine to his ass, where Wriothesley spreads him open to press against his hole. It makes Keita shudder, gasping as he tries to collect his thoughts. ]
Please, [ Keita says, needy and utterly without shame. His arousal and the heightened neediness of his suit make it impossible for him to be embarrassed by his current state, willing to beg if that's what Wriothesley wants. ] Please, I need it—I need you.
[ His lips press to Wriothesley's temple, and Keita rocks his hips forward a little, rubbing himself against Wriothesley's lower stomach. The sturdiness of his body is impossibly appealing to Keita, and he's inclined not to let it go unappreciated. ]
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Please, [ Keita says, needy and utterly without shame. His arousal and the heightened neediness of his suit make it impossible for him to be embarrassed by his current state, willing to beg if that's what Wriothesley wants. ] Please, I need it—I need you.
[ His lips press to Wriothesley's temple, and Keita rocks his hips forward a little, rubbing himself against Wriothesley's lower stomach. The sturdiness of his body is impossibly appealing to Keita, and he's inclined not to let it go unappreciated. ]