[ He especially likes knowing he's made a mess of the man, and that Wriothesley has always demonstrated with keenness and honesty how much he enjoys being made a mess of is a not-insignificant factor. The fingers draped gently over his hole push a little into him, as though he means to press some of the spend drooling from him back inside.
Paired with the way he noses at Wriothesley's sweat-slicked hairline, gentling him affectionately, perhaps it comes across as more sweet than sexy. Eventually, he can feel the puff of his breath as he laughs through his nose, quietly. ]
But you take me so well, [ he plays along, crooning at him with a smile, a little guilty in spite of it, ] It's only fair that I put you back together. [ His mouth pushes against his cheek, ] Rest, [ cucciolone, he bites back affectionately, ] I'll be but a moment.
[ Though he might just be stuffing those fingers into his mouth when he strides to his bathroom. Sweet and filthy. There's glass to fill, then hot water to run, and a small towel to soak with it with a little soap. He catches his reflection as the sink steams. He doesn't look any different than he usually does, but he feels different. Wrio's face lurches into his mind's eye, fuck-flushed and weary, and he gives himself a shake, thumping his brow with the heel of his palm.
Heavens above, the sex is fun and it's always great to spend time with him, but showing up unannounced and trouncing the man like an animal... it's not even during a Game, what has got into him, when even looking at Wriothesley feels like a great big fist is crushing his heart sweetly?
Once he's sure he isn't in a state where he'll jump him if he returns to his bed, he wrings out the towel and brings both it and the glass of water with him. ]
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Paired with the way he noses at Wriothesley's sweat-slicked hairline, gentling him affectionately, perhaps it comes across as more sweet than sexy. Eventually, he can feel the puff of his breath as he laughs through his nose, quietly. ]
But you take me so well, [ he plays along, crooning at him with a smile, a little guilty in spite of it, ] It's only fair that I put you back together. [ His mouth pushes against his cheek, ] Rest, [ cucciolone, he bites back affectionately, ] I'll be but a moment.
[ Though he might just be stuffing those fingers into his mouth when he strides to his bathroom. Sweet and filthy. There's glass to fill, then hot water to run, and a small towel to soak with it with a little soap. He catches his reflection as the sink steams. He doesn't look any different than he usually does, but he feels different. Wrio's face lurches into his mind's eye, fuck-flushed and weary, and he gives himself a shake, thumping his brow with the heel of his palm.
Heavens above, the sex is fun and it's always great to spend time with him, but showing up unannounced and trouncing the man like an animal... it's not even during a Game, what has got into him, when even looking at Wriothesley feels like a great big fist is crushing his heart sweetly?
Once he's sure he isn't in a state where he'll jump him if he returns to his bed, he wrings out the towel and brings both it and the glass of water with him. ]