[He can’t help but grin devilishly. It’s like he can see the strings of Nanami’s self restraint slowly break one by one. A part of him knows he shouldn’t tease the other so much. Knows that what he’s doing is just asking for some form of punishment. It just so happens that the punishment isn’t even a punishment. Not when he wants it. Not when he loves the idea to see this ridiculously calm man he had met lose all control.
Wriothesley hasn’t really thought about anything that is coming next. Everything was all instinct and want.
The boxer laughs a little. How quickly the other went from trying to push their desire away to now being impatient.] Hey I liked these p-ahh [His complaints die on his tongue and all he can do is let out a pleased moan at the friction on his cock. He bucks his hips into Nanami’s hand, trying to chase that feeling.
He’ll complain about his pants later.]
Oh. You’re a possessive type of guy aren’t you. [He already knew that. Nanami’s words and actions didn’t make it super obvious, but there was an air to it that made him think it. It isn’t anything that Nanami did that screamed it but it was the way it seemed like the man didn’t want to scare him away. The need to accommodate him as much as possible and care for him. Okay, maybe it isn’t possessive but the want to hold onto him and not let him slip from his fingers.
It’s still a strange thought, but he guesses that the blond had their reasons.] I bet my neck is going to be black and blue by the time you’re finished with it. [His tone is chiding yet encouraging. The wraps around his neck have loosened up that the skin is easily accessible. The three large scars that travel from his throat and disappears under his shirt is more obvious.]
Sorry, sorry~ [His tone is not sorry at all. He isn’t sorry in the least.] I can’t help but talk. Seeing you get riled up is cute, sweetheart. Maybe you’ll just have to shut me up.
[Hes definitely doing it on purpose as he slides Nanami’s shirt off strong shoulders before working on the button and zipper of the man’s pants.]
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Wriothesley hasn’t really thought about anything that is coming next. Everything was all instinct and want.
The boxer laughs a little. How quickly the other went from trying to push their desire away to now being impatient.] Hey I liked these p-ahh [His complaints die on his tongue and all he can do is let out a pleased moan at the friction on his cock. He bucks his hips into Nanami’s hand, trying to chase that feeling.
He’ll complain about his pants later.]
Oh. You’re a possessive type of guy aren’t you. [He already knew that. Nanami’s words and actions didn’t make it super obvious, but there was an air to it that made him think it. It isn’t anything that Nanami did that screamed it but it was the way it seemed like the man didn’t want to scare him away. The need to accommodate him as much as possible and care for him. Okay, maybe it isn’t possessive but the want to hold onto him and not let him slip from his fingers.
It’s still a strange thought, but he guesses that the blond had their reasons.] I bet my neck is going to be black and blue by the time you’re finished with it. [His tone is chiding yet encouraging. The wraps around his neck have loosened up that the skin is easily accessible. The three large scars that travel from his throat and disappears under his shirt is more obvious.]
Sorry, sorry~ [His tone is not sorry at all. He isn’t sorry in the least.] I can’t help but talk. Seeing you get riled up is cute, sweetheart. Maybe you’ll just have to shut me up.
[Hes definitely doing it on purpose as he slides Nanami’s shirt off strong shoulders before working on the button and zipper of the man’s pants.]