[Pinocchio is so weak to mind numbing pleasure and Wriothesley laps all of it up like a starving animal. There isn't anything about it that he isn't loving. The way the other seems to lose all ability to form words, much less even think, so drunk on the pleasure running through their body.
And for a moment, he thinks the other is going to still treat him carefully and tenderly instead of using him as he has all but demanded from the other. The gentle finger that runs over his lip to the gentle carding of fingers through his hair. It's a sharp gasp that makes his throat clench ever so slightly when the other grips his hair and forces him still. It's an absolutely divine feeling when Pinocchio starts to rock their hips, forcing their length in and out of his mouth and pushing the head farther and farther down his throat. Wriothesley's eyelashes flutter as he moans around the length, enjoying the salty taste on his tongue and the bite of his hair being pulled.
Pinocchio forcing him still so that they can take his mouth as they please merely means that he can keep his hands busy. One hand digs nails into Pinocchio's thigh as though to keep himself grounded while the other hand busies itself with touching himself, rough fingers gliding over hot and sensitive skin as he watches the smaller man's face with a hazy gaze.]
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[Pinocchio is so weak to mind numbing pleasure and Wriothesley laps all of it up like a starving animal. There isn't anything about it that he isn't loving. The way the other seems to lose all ability to form words, much less even think, so drunk on the pleasure running through their body.
And for a moment, he thinks the other is going to still treat him carefully and tenderly instead of using him as he has all but demanded from the other. The gentle finger that runs over his lip to the gentle carding of fingers through his hair. It's a sharp gasp that makes his throat clench ever so slightly when the other grips his hair and forces him still. It's an absolutely divine feeling when Pinocchio starts to rock their hips, forcing their length in and out of his mouth and pushing the head farther and farther down his throat. Wriothesley's eyelashes flutter as he moans around the length, enjoying the salty taste on his tongue and the bite of his hair being pulled.
Pinocchio forcing him still so that they can take his mouth as they please merely means that he can keep his hands busy. One hand digs nails into Pinocchio's thigh as though to keep himself grounded while the other hand busies itself with touching himself, rough fingers gliding over hot and sensitive skin as he watches the smaller man's face with a hazy gaze.]