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[Pinocchio is so weak to mind numbing pleasure and Wriothesley laps all of it up like a starving animal. There isn't anything about it that he isn't loving. The way the other seems to lose all ability to form words, much less even think, so drunk on the pleasure running through their body.

And for a moment, he thinks the other is going to still treat him carefully and tenderly instead of using him as he has all but demanded from the other. The gentle finger that runs over his lip to the gentle carding of fingers through his hair. It's a sharp gasp that makes his throat clench ever so slightly when the other grips his hair and forces him still. It's an absolutely divine feeling when Pinocchio starts to rock their hips, forcing their length in and out of his mouth and pushing the head farther and farther down his throat. Wriothesley's eyelashes flutter as he moans around the length, enjoying the salty taste on his tongue and the bite of his hair being pulled.

Pinocchio forcing him still so that they can take his mouth as they please merely means that he can keep his hands busy. One hand digs nails into Pinocchio's thigh as though to keep himself grounded while the other hand busies itself with touching himself, rough fingers gliding over hot and sensitive skin as he watches the smaller man's face with a hazy gaze.]

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You're right. Consider me distracted. How can I not pay attention to you? You're a beautiful man, Pinocchio. [And he's so very content with rocking his hips down into Pinocchio's lap. Makes a good show with it as he arches his back with a throaty groan, his own cock filling as he enjoys the way their bodies move together.

He wraps his arms around the other's neck, a coy tilt of his head.] Why wouldn't I be? I enjoy our time spent together, you know.

[He presses kisses to Pinocchio's face. They're affectionate and sweet.] I want you to enjoy yourself too. It should be good for both of us.

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[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.

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Birds of a feather.

[His mouth quirks into a smile. Wriothesley is similar, though people have been prying him open ever so slowly. He hopes that Sasuke has people like that; those they can open up to if even for a little.

He glances at their hand as he feels the gentle pressure before looking back at the other.]

Archons, no! [He can't help but laugh at Pinocchio's words.] I was content at staying Rank 4. Sylvain basically carried me to my room against my will. I think if I ended up at the top rank, I might actually expire. [He won't. He might wilt away from all the attention though.]

I don't do well with the limelight, so please don't worry about my rank. I merely wanted you to have decent amenities, and I think a middle rank is comfortable enough. People might notice you, but you'd still be mostly a face in the crowd, while still getting proper attention from the staff. [It's probably why he had also settled into being a rank 7. It was still middling enough that people don't bother him too much.] But I can show you how to access correspondence for rewards on your watch if you like. You might as well use what's available to you.

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