[Every part of him loves every moment of this. The rabbit heart of his delighted at being eaten by the other, be it the sinking of teeth into furred skin or to be filled to the brim by their massive cock. To be taken as he was, there was no better fate. Wriothesley himself is just as pleased. A man who didn't shy from things he wanted or just enjoying things like shameless sex.
He fists the sheets, desperate to keep himself grounded even as pleasure and pain swallow up his senses until the only thought in his mind is the man filling him so perfectly.
Wriothesley is far from a passive lover. Everytime Pinocchio thrusts into him, Wriothesley rolls his hips in return, their skin slapping against each other to fill the space with a cacophony of heavy breathing, moans, and the shameless sounds of body against body.
He feels it, the slow swelling trying to catch on his rim and fill him even more than he already was. He knows what it is, wants it.] Come on, Pinocchio. Give it to me. Fill me completely. [Yes, yes, yes, oh how he can't wait for it.]
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He fists the sheets, desperate to keep himself grounded even as pleasure and pain swallow up his senses until the only thought in his mind is the man filling him so perfectly.
Wriothesley is far from a passive lover. Everytime Pinocchio thrusts into him, Wriothesley rolls his hips in return, their skin slapping against each other to fill the space with a cacophony of heavy breathing, moans, and the shameless sounds of body against body.
He feels it, the slow swelling trying to catch on his rim and fill him even more than he already was. He knows what it is, wants it.] Come on, Pinocchio. Give it to me. Fill me completely. [Yes, yes, yes, oh how he can't wait for it.]