[ His answer is immediate, Mm-hm! hummed onto his swollen head. He wants that, he wants the hot splash of him spilling into his mouth, wants the taste and scent that's so uniquely his to overwhelm his senses. He wants to taste him between his teeth and know his pleasure lives as a part of him. Wants him to shake and shiver because of him, because he gave him something the both of them wanted.
To know, unmistakably, that he'd been good for him.
Skill can come later, with experience. He has forever but he won't have someone like Wriothesley in his life nearly so long, so he throws himself into this fully. As his head bobs over his lap, his fist grasps and tugs on what his lips can't reach, his knuckles glistening with spit. ]
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To know, unmistakably, that he'd been good for him.
Skill can come later, with experience. He has forever but he won't have someone like Wriothesley in his life nearly so long, so he throws himself into this fully. As his head bobs over his lap, his fist grasps and tugs on what his lips can't reach, his knuckles glistening with spit. ]