[ The submissive sounds of pleasure, of Wriothesley just accepting his thrusts and allowing him to own him completely, only serve to make his cock ache even more, his body responding to the moans of pleasure by craving more of them. He holds Wriothesley down beneath him, leaving messy kisses over his lover's mouth and neck, greedily rocking their bodies together as he shudders with the need to release again. To own Wriothesley in a way only his instincts really understand.
The friction and heat as his length fills the boxer take over, and somewhere in the middle of their movements, Wriothesley grabs Nanami's hair, causing him to moan with a deep, unrestrained pleasure. He drives in deep, hips jerks with the feeling, and releases another thick spread of cum that for a moment feels like it might not stop. Nanami clings, panting, groaning, making noises very close to whining as he shudders and rolls his hips in shallow movements, completely lost in his need to keep riding Wriothesley through the throes of his own orgasm. Every call of his name brings out a desperate noise in return, until he's finally able to soften and stop grinding inside of Wriothesley's spent body.
It takes some long minutes of dazed breathing before he can collect himself enough to sit upright again, looking down to check on the boxer with exhaustion and concern. ]
I... Did I hurt you? Shit.
[ He carefully tries to ease out of the other's body, slowly letting the seed spill between them as he brushes his fingers over his thighs. Ah, there are already bruises forming... Nanami turns back to Wriothesley's face. ]
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The friction and heat as his length fills the boxer take over, and somewhere in the middle of their movements, Wriothesley grabs Nanami's hair, causing him to moan with a deep, unrestrained pleasure. He drives in deep, hips jerks with the feeling, and releases another thick spread of cum that for a moment feels like it might not stop. Nanami clings, panting, groaning, making noises very close to whining as he shudders and rolls his hips in shallow movements, completely lost in his need to keep riding Wriothesley through the throes of his own orgasm. Every call of his name brings out a desperate noise in return, until he's finally able to soften and stop grinding inside of Wriothesley's spent body.
It takes some long minutes of dazed breathing before he can collect himself enough to sit upright again, looking down to check on the boxer with exhaustion and concern. ]
I... Did I hurt you? Shit.
[ He carefully tries to ease out of the other's body, slowly letting the seed spill between them as he brushes his fingers over his thighs. Ah, there are already bruises forming... Nanami turns back to Wriothesley's face. ]
Hey, are you okay? Can you hear me?