[Wriothesley's grip on Keita's hips is firm. Hard enough that it might bruise a little by the time they're done. He doesn't hesitate to start a brutal, rough pace, forcing Keita's hips back whenever he thrusts forward. The slosh of water and the slap of skin echoes against the walls as they move in tandem.]

Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm going to give you whatever you want. [He grinds his cock as far and deep as he can into the smaller man, pressing the hardened length against the man's sweet spot, offering them no reprieve as he abuses their prostate.] You wear pleasure so well, I want to see it more.