[The hands in his hair and the shameless noises are definitely having their effects. Nanami's restraint dissolves into his own need, finger pads pressing bruises into the soft skin as he angles Wriothesley's body for better access, pushing his cock down as deep as he can get it. He swallows with the erection filling him, his spit messily smearing over the boxer's lower half as he tries to make a sound and can't, only producing a short grunt.
It doesn't stop him. He takes the rough treatment on himself and pushes for more, encouraging Wriothesley to choke him, to let go and chase his own desire without any concern for Nanami's safety or comfort, only focused on chasing release and more pleasure so Nanami can grant it. He's holding them both in that desperate embrace now, trying to lift Wriothesley's thighs up from the counter and drown in him, needing to feel overwhelmed by him so he doesn't remember he might lose him. He wants to feel the pain as much as he wants to possess Wriothesley, and he keeps trying to go further, soft, strained sounds strangled by his attempt.]
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It doesn't stop him. He takes the rough treatment on himself and pushes for more, encouraging Wriothesley to choke him, to let go and chase his own desire without any concern for Nanami's safety or comfort, only focused on chasing release and more pleasure so Nanami can grant it. He's holding them both in that desperate embrace now, trying to lift Wriothesley's thighs up from the counter and drown in him, needing to feel overwhelmed by him so he doesn't remember he might lose him. He wants to feel the pain as much as he wants to possess Wriothesley, and he keeps trying to go further, soft, strained sounds strangled by his attempt.]