[ By nature, Keita tends to be quiet and reserved, even in bed and particularly with new partners—but Wriothesley seems determined to get him to be loud, and Keita has no reason to deny him. In fact, he doesn't think he could deny it if he tried, as the way Wriothesley grips his hips and slams him down to take the full length of his cock makes Keita cry out so urgently it echoes from the nearby rock walls of the grotto. ]
Fuck! [ Keita shakes in Wriothesley's lap, overwhelmed with sensation. He can feel his whole body seizing around the girth of him, his muscles clenching desperately, fluttering as they try to resist the intrusion yet utterly unable to do anything but take it. It's terrible, it's wonderful, it leaves Keita incoherent with need as he braces his knees against rough stone and lifts himself up again. ] Fuck, oh, Christ you're big—
[ But despite the breathless, strangled quality of Keita's voice, there's not a single note of complaint to be found. If anything, he's only growing more and more eager, bracing both hands on Wriothesley's shoulders and bouncing on his cock in short, deep thrusts that make Keita's breath catch in the back of his throat. He feels out of control of his own body, unable to do anything but chase his own pleasure, succumbing completely to the whims of his suit and his libido as he rides.
Keita comes again like this, in a shivering rush, although he doesn't let it stop him. It barely slows him down, save for the few seconds he spends quivering as his hips jerk against Wriothesley's. And, as requested, Keita doesn't stifle any of the noises that are driven from his throat, the gasps and moans and whimpers of pleasure. ]
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Fuck! [ Keita shakes in Wriothesley's lap, overwhelmed with sensation. He can feel his whole body seizing around the girth of him, his muscles clenching desperately, fluttering as they try to resist the intrusion yet utterly unable to do anything but take it. It's terrible, it's wonderful, it leaves Keita incoherent with need as he braces his knees against rough stone and lifts himself up again. ] Fuck, oh, Christ you're big—
[ But despite the breathless, strangled quality of Keita's voice, there's not a single note of complaint to be found. If anything, he's only growing more and more eager, bracing both hands on Wriothesley's shoulders and bouncing on his cock in short, deep thrusts that make Keita's breath catch in the back of his throat. He feels out of control of his own body, unable to do anything but chase his own pleasure, succumbing completely to the whims of his suit and his libido as he rides.
Keita comes again like this, in a shivering rush, although he doesn't let it stop him. It barely slows him down, save for the few seconds he spends quivering as his hips jerk against Wriothesley's. And, as requested, Keita doesn't stifle any of the noises that are driven from his throat, the gasps and moans and whimpers of pleasure. ]