[Wriothesley studies the other for a moment, before his mouth spreads into the softest smile. The corners of his eyes crinkle, and fondness dances in steel blue as he squeezes the other's hand affectionately.
He laughs softly. Tension leaves his shoulders a little and despite the stress, the arousal, the everything happening, the sound of his laugh is sweet and genuine.] I gotta keep you on your toes, don't I? I can't be doing anything you might expect. [It's gentle and playful in words that obscure the true honesty of his actions. He doesn't want to show Pinocchio cruelty and pain. He wants to give the other compassion. Care. Love.
He tilts his head a little to give the other a peck on the cheek and rubs their noses together. Sweet despite the hunger under his skin.]
That is what I want to hear most. You are forgiven, so I'd like to move on from it. We both need to heal from it. [Maybe Wriothesley more than Pinocchio, but it isn't like it wasn't lost on him why. The earnestness to be good for him. To serve him. In by wanting to do these things, Pinocchio had not thought of his own wellbeing for the sake of being good to him.
He is no fool. Not blind. Pinocchio has a lot of their own hurt to heal from that they probably didn't have a chance to do so before. Wriothesley wants to slowly help the other unlearn those things. To bloom properly without the shackles.] If you really feel you still need to do something for me... I'd like a nice bath together and to curl up in a nice bed after... [His lips ghost over Pinocchio's, breath warm.]
But before that, it would be nice if you fucked me into incoherency.
03/18
[Wriothesley studies the other for a moment, before his mouth spreads into the softest smile. The corners of his eyes crinkle, and fondness dances in steel blue as he squeezes the other's hand affectionately.
He laughs softly. Tension leaves his shoulders a little and despite the stress, the arousal, the everything happening, the sound of his laugh is sweet and genuine.] I gotta keep you on your toes, don't I? I can't be doing anything you might expect. [It's gentle and playful in words that obscure the true honesty of his actions. He doesn't want to show Pinocchio cruelty and pain. He wants to give the other compassion. Care. Love.
He tilts his head a little to give the other a peck on the cheek and rubs their noses together. Sweet despite the hunger under his skin.]
That is what I want to hear most. You are forgiven, so I'd like to move on from it. We both need to heal from it. [Maybe Wriothesley more than Pinocchio, but it isn't like it wasn't lost on him why. The earnestness to be good for him. To serve him. In by wanting to do these things, Pinocchio had not thought of his own wellbeing for the sake of being good to him.
He is no fool. Not blind. Pinocchio has a lot of their own hurt to heal from that they probably didn't have a chance to do so before. Wriothesley wants to slowly help the other unlearn those things. To bloom properly without the shackles.] If you really feel you still need to do something for me... I'd like a nice bath together and to curl up in a nice bed after... [His lips ghost over Pinocchio's, breath warm.]
But before that, it would be nice if you fucked me into incoherency.