[ The idea of Keita being irresistible on purpose is enough to earn a low laugh, just a touch self-conscious—Keita has never seduced anyone on purpose in his life, and he's not wholly confident that he's starting with Wriothesley today. If he looks enticing, it's a total accident and not by any choice of Keita's. But whatever Wriothesley sees, it seems like it does it for him just fine, because his hands are everywhere on Keita's body, making him tremble and gasp and his cock twitch where it's half-submerged in the water of the pool. ]
Don't make me wait, [ he says, or at least tries to say—what actually happens is that Keita manages the first word and half of the second before his words devolve into a too-loud moan at the sudden, fierce pressure of Wriothesley's cock pushing inside him again. The angle is different like this, and he feels tighter somehow, his thighs shaking and his back curving up into it as Keita pushes himself back to take all of Wriothesley, all the way to the base.
Fuck, but it's good. To be so thoroughly filled, to feel claimed like this. Keita hangs his head, panting, and pushes against the stone of the grotto floor, using it as leverage to try and fuck himself back on Wriothesley's cock. ]
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Don't make me wait, [ he says, or at least tries to say—what actually happens is that Keita manages the first word and half of the second before his words devolve into a too-loud moan at the sudden, fierce pressure of Wriothesley's cock pushing inside him again. The angle is different like this, and he feels tighter somehow, his thighs shaking and his back curving up into it as Keita pushes himself back to take all of Wriothesley, all the way to the base.
Fuck, but it's good. To be so thoroughly filled, to feel claimed like this. Keita hangs his head, panting, and pushes against the stone of the grotto floor, using it as leverage to try and fuck himself back on Wriothesley's cock. ]