[He can't say anything in response to Wriothesley's protest, not while he's half-choking himself trying to manage the size of the boxer's cock and manage to get enough air to keep up the rhythm of sliding his mouth over the length of it. So instead Nanami just jerks Wriothesley forward, grunting when he feels the head hit the back of his throat. And he doesn't slow his pace. He bears down greedily, painfully, letting the sharp push of the boot at his back drive him further into the ache, swallowing as much as he can through his throat that's already tightly stuffed. He only pulls back so he can slide down again, back and forth, tilting his head to follow the angle of Wriothesley's cock.
Only when he feels the other man's body tense, when he can tell the rock of his hips is truly desperate and no longer steadily paced, does Nanami finally pull back, dragging his lips slowly from base to tip and off the end of Wriothesley's wet erection. He moves one hand from the place on his hips to the length of his cock, squeezing lightly and rubbing a thumb under the sensitive head. He coughs a little, regaining his voice, but through the rasp, he lifts his eyes toward his partner.]
Not in here. You have to wait.
[He says that, but the light stroke of his thumb compared to the full enveloping warmth of his mouth seconds earlier is persistent and teasing, playing with the sensitive tip in gentle, steady movements meant to raise his sensitivity even further.]
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Only when he feels the other man's body tense, when he can tell the rock of his hips is truly desperate and no longer steadily paced, does Nanami finally pull back, dragging his lips slowly from base to tip and off the end of Wriothesley's wet erection. He moves one hand from the place on his hips to the length of his cock, squeezing lightly and rubbing a thumb under the sensitive head. He coughs a little, regaining his voice, but through the rasp, he lifts his eyes toward his partner.]
Not in here. You have to wait.
[He says that, but the light stroke of his thumb compared to the full enveloping warmth of his mouth seconds earlier is persistent and teasing, playing with the sensitive tip in gentle, steady movements meant to raise his sensitivity even further.]