[ As a being who sprang fully-formed into consciousness, Geppetto's creation doesn't have the origins to justify the primal instinct that mingles so easily with the capacity to hunt carved into his metal bones. To catch, to take and overpower, to hear him keen and feel him writhe as the puppet cleaves into him.
He understands the bliss on Wriothesley's wanton lips, he's felt it before, the sweet, agonizing experience of being opened up, of being so full there's no room for anything else. He wants that for him, to be the only name on his tongue, the only thought in his head. And it isn't his to take. Eyes almost close around the clutch of his body around his aching girth, the soft flat of his tongue presses firm against the skin caught between his teeth. It's almost painful, how tightly he's held. If he needed his breath, he might have been robbed of it.
The sizzle of pleasure can't be sustained on the grip of Wrio's eager body alone; he nudges against him, hip to seat, rubbing the full, fat shape of his cock inside him, and the knobby bulge beginning to fill up at the base pushes and pulls at his rim each time he hilts himself deep enough. Teeth finally release their bruising grip on his muscle, when he begins to rut into him in earnest, all but mounting him like the beasts they've become. ]
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He understands the bliss on Wriothesley's wanton lips, he's felt it before, the sweet, agonizing experience of being opened up, of being so full there's no room for anything else. He wants that for him, to be the only name on his tongue, the only thought in his head. And it isn't his to take. Eyes almost close around the clutch of his body around his aching girth, the soft flat of his tongue presses firm against the skin caught between his teeth. It's almost painful, how tightly he's held. If he needed his breath, he might have been robbed of it.
The sizzle of pleasure can't be sustained on the grip of Wrio's eager body alone; he nudges against him, hip to seat, rubbing the full, fat shape of his cock inside him, and the knobby bulge beginning to fill up at the base pushes and pulls at his rim each time he hilts himself deep enough. Teeth finally release their bruising grip on his muscle, when he begins to rut into him in earnest, all but mounting him like the beasts they've become. ]