[It doesn't take much to convince at least Nanami's instincts that he needs more of Wriothesley. The words alone already sparked the desire to protect and defend his newly acquired friend, the canine quickly changing the label in his mind from stranger to mate. The sensation of rough hands stroking over his skin and the groan against his mouth during the kiss completely break through his common sense and usual personal walls. His partner wants him, he wants him hard and strong, able to hold him through anything, and that has Nanami panting without even realizing it. He bucks involuntarily against Wriothesley's growing erection, impatiently rubbing his own swelling cock along the firm heat of the other's body. His hands tremble slightly as he fights his own urge to roughly pull him in, trying not to let his claws cut the boxer's skin as he caresses and kneads the muscle of a lithe willing body.
If he had any more awareness of the sanctity of his kitchen, it's long gone. The blonde groans and curses under his breath, reaching around to the front of Wriothesley's jeans and ripping the button off, fumbling a little to unzip him and palm his cock like that will give him equal pleasure. The tug on his tail earns an ungraceful keening noise, embarrassing and honest, and yet he can't find the will to care. All his focus has gone to haphazardly forcing his way under Wriothesley's clothes and kissing the nearest exposed skin, leaving marks in his wake as he claims him with his mouth from lips to neck to collarbone.]
Don't say that-
[The protest is more of a weak attempt at courtesy, as Nanami's resolve dies in the mix of his heat and Wriothesley's cool skin. The chill is strange, but it only makes him more eager to touch him. Being flattered so much is going straight to his groin and he can't seem to control his body's flush.]
If you keep talking, I won't be able to hold back.
[He still has weapons in the way. Nanami doesn't want to accidentally draw blood, but it's difficult not to want to manhandle his partner just to hear his pleasure.]
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If he had any more awareness of the sanctity of his kitchen, it's long gone. The blonde groans and curses under his breath, reaching around to the front of Wriothesley's jeans and ripping the button off, fumbling a little to unzip him and palm his cock like that will give him equal pleasure. The tug on his tail earns an ungraceful keening noise, embarrassing and honest, and yet he can't find the will to care. All his focus has gone to haphazardly forcing his way under Wriothesley's clothes and kissing the nearest exposed skin, leaving marks in his wake as he claims him with his mouth from lips to neck to collarbone.]
Don't say that-
[The protest is more of a weak attempt at courtesy, as Nanami's resolve dies in the mix of his heat and Wriothesley's cool skin. The chill is strange, but it only makes him more eager to touch him. Being flattered so much is going straight to his groin and he can't seem to control his body's flush.]
If you keep talking, I won't be able to hold back.
[He still has weapons in the way. Nanami doesn't want to accidentally draw blood, but it's difficult not to want to manhandle his partner just to hear his pleasure.]