[ The hot splash of Wriothesley's come inside him is deeply gratifying to some animal part of Keita, a sense of being claimed, being marked. He squirms a little, pushing himself back to take the full length of Wriothesley's cock, and feels himself so close to orgasm that it's almost a physical ache between his thighs; Keita reaches down to stroke himself, quick and purposeful, once, twice before he comes again with a cry, his body seizing up around Wriothesley's length before he shivers into the pleasant, sticky aftermath.
Hanging his head between his shoulders, Keita pants softly for air, the sound of his breathing mixed with the gentle slosh of water and the similar metronome of Wriothesley catching his breath too. It's a strange medley, but Keita finds that he likes it, and before long he feels that he's gathered a bit more of himself. There's still a tell-tale heat low in the core of him, but it no longer feels as pressing as it had when he'd messaged Wriothesley however long ago. ]
You're really... more impressive than I knew, [ Keita says as he lifts himself up from Wriothesley's cock. ] Thank you—sincerely. I needed that.
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Hanging his head between his shoulders, Keita pants softly for air, the sound of his breathing mixed with the gentle slosh of water and the similar metronome of Wriothesley catching his breath too. It's a strange medley, but Keita finds that he likes it, and before long he feels that he's gathered a bit more of himself. There's still a tell-tale heat low in the core of him, but it no longer feels as pressing as it had when he'd messaged Wriothesley however long ago. ]
You're really... more impressive than I knew, [ Keita says as he lifts himself up from Wriothesley's cock. ] Thank you—sincerely. I needed that.