[ He's... handsy? Taking a moment to consider the comment and whether it's meant to indicate he should stop, the conclusion he comes to is that Wriothesley would likely object more directly if he didn't like it. ]
Mm. Blame yourself for being— [ Oh, that's, that sure is the shape of Wrio's cock, a band of heat squeezed against his inside a circle of battle-weathered fingers, Wrio's moan ringing in his ears. The last word leaks past his lips, more wheezy than flippant: ] Irresistible.
[ Distracted, that soft smile pulls again at his mouth, feeling indulgent in his unhurried exploration. Beneath the steaming water his thighs part, widening his legs to pull Wriothesley more snugly against his lap, as if that might get them closer to where he realizes he wants them, when Wrio already has that matter quite literally in hand. ] That, that precisely. [ The puppet turns his head, blinking against a curl of dark hair that had fallen close to his lashes, fixing blue eyes on Wriothesley. His distracted smile gone. ]
I want that for you. You will show me how to make you happy?
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Mm. Blame yourself for being— [ Oh, that's, that sure is the shape of Wrio's cock, a band of heat squeezed against his inside a circle of battle-weathered fingers, Wrio's moan ringing in his ears. The last word leaks past his lips, more wheezy than flippant: ] Irresistible.
[ Distracted, that soft smile pulls again at his mouth, feeling indulgent in his unhurried exploration. Beneath the steaming water his thighs part, widening his legs to pull Wriothesley more snugly against his lap, as if that might get them closer to where he realizes he wants them, when Wrio already has that matter quite literally in hand. ] That, that precisely. [ The puppet turns his head, blinking against a curl of dark hair that had fallen close to his lashes, fixing blue eyes on Wriothesley. His distracted smile gone. ]
I want that for you. You will show me how to make you happy?