[ One of them might be having a nice chat, but it certainly isn't Keita, who feels like his head is going to explode as Wriothesley adds a fourth finger inside his body. It's probably a good thing, his timing, because the way Keita moans for it forestalls anything he might otherwise have said about being himself and how often that's gotten him in trouble.
But this is a version of himself too, isn't it? Honest in a way that he ordinarily can't be, wanton, his body's responses clear. For a moment he really does think, in a flash of horny almost-panic, that Wriothesley really is going to just torture Keita with his fingers—
But then he withdraws them entirely, and despite the sudden ache of emptiness, Keita feels a certain measure of relief at what that probably means for what's next. He does as he's told and lifts his hips, and even helpfully reaches down to curl his hand and Wriothesley's cock, although rather than shifting it so Keita can sit on it, he admittedly gets a bit distracted by just stroking him instead. ]
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But this is a version of himself too, isn't it? Honest in a way that he ordinarily can't be, wanton, his body's responses clear. For a moment he really does think, in a flash of horny almost-panic, that Wriothesley really is going to just torture Keita with his fingers—
But then he withdraws them entirely, and despite the sudden ache of emptiness, Keita feels a certain measure of relief at what that probably means for what's next. He does as he's told and lifts his hips, and even helpfully reaches down to curl his hand and Wriothesley's cock, although rather than shifting it so Keita can sit on it, he admittedly gets a bit distracted by just stroking him instead. ]