[The sound of Wriothesley's cry of pleasure is good encouragement. Nanami hums a soft note as he pulls back and lets his mouth slide off of the thick cock, following that by a slow, appreciative lick along the underside of it. He lets out a heavy breath, resting his hands on either side of Wriothesley's hips, and holds him close so he can rub against the erection with his cheek.]
You're still talking.
[It almost seems like a lazy comment as Nanami takes his time, letting his face rub against Wriothesley's cock while he kisses bruises on his hips and abs, letting his desire strain a bit more. A tilt downward lets him bite the man's inner thigh, claiming him there before he goes back to taking the length into his throat. His hands grip the firm muscles keeping Wriothesley upright, pressing tightly as he pulls him closer, trying to bury him deep down. The boxer wasn't wrong about his desire to possess him. Nanami's instinct is telling him he has to have him, to mark him as his and touch every intimate part of him so he can keep him there, only focused on pleasure.]
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You're still talking.
[It almost seems like a lazy comment as Nanami takes his time, letting his face rub against Wriothesley's cock while he kisses bruises on his hips and abs, letting his desire strain a bit more. A tilt downward lets him bite the man's inner thigh, claiming him there before he goes back to taking the length into his throat. His hands grip the firm muscles keeping Wriothesley upright, pressing tightly as he pulls him closer, trying to bury him deep down. The boxer wasn't wrong about his desire to possess him. Nanami's instinct is telling him he has to have him, to mark him as his and touch every intimate part of him so he can keep him there, only focused on pleasure.]