[Wriothesley merely shudders, his body aching and exhausted, limp under Pinocchio as the smaller man releases their load into his wanting hole. Warm and filling, he lets out a quiet groan, eyelashes fluttering, as he feels Pinocchio pump him full of their release.
Sweat plasters bangs to his forehead, gaze completely unfocused as his body twitches from oversensitivity. Pinocchio had not been merciful that's for sure (nor would he had wanted them to).
He raises a shaky hand to try and cup Pinocchio's face.] Hey...you get what you need out of your system or should I steel myself for another round? [He doesn't know if he can go straight into another round and survive, but he'll try if that's what Pinocchio needs.]
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Sweat plasters bangs to his forehead, gaze completely unfocused as his body twitches from oversensitivity. Pinocchio had not been merciful that's for sure (nor would he had wanted them to).
He raises a shaky hand to try and cup Pinocchio's face.] Hey...you get what you need out of your system or should I steel myself for another round? [He doesn't know if he can go straight into another round and survive, but he'll try if that's what Pinocchio needs.]