[He really can't get enough of this. The way that Nanami becomes so docile like a pleased puppy when scratched behind his ears is almost comical. He wonders how starved the other might be for affection. Did they take other people home often? No, that doesn't feel right. The blond didn't feel like someone who easily brought people home. Not when they were so hesitant at first to even be more intimate in the first place.
Wriothesley gives the other a cheeky grin as the other tries to hold back from kissing him again. He lets him pull away. Doesn't try and tease the other and lets them pick him up. He's a little disappointed that the other chooses to carry him bridal style, but he guesses that Nanami's self restraint was already at its fringes. Instead, he continues to run his fingers through their hair as he presses kisses and bites to their neck, collar, and shoulders. Wherever his mouth can reach, he leaves marks of his own.
After all, he was possessive too, and he wanted to wake up and admire the bruises he leaves behind on the other too.
The boxer laughs as he's dropped onto the bed like he was delicate and something to be treated preciously. How ironic, given his body was littered from a plethora of scars. From cuts to burns to whatever else. He had experienced it all. Still, here was this overgrown dog treating him like he was glass.
How funny given that he doubts that's how it's going to be soon enough.
He watches the other undress with interest. He could tell the other was big, but- His cock twitches. Wriothesley was thrilled, but he could feel a nervous energy in his core. It wasn't that he wasn't experienced, but he seldom was on the receiving side. Most people saw a pretty built boxer and wanted to be on the receiving end and not the other way around. And the boxer was no fool. He can't take Nanami on and expect to win. He could put a good fight, but ultimately, he'd eventually have to submit.
Wriothesley doesn't realize how caught up in his thoughts he was when he feels a hand on his neck and finds himself pulled into a sloppy kiss. He groans loudly into it and he forgets what he was even worried about.]
It wasn't. I meant it one thousand percent. [He finds himself wrapping his arms around Nanami's neck to tug him down with him.] Do your worst. Make me think of only you.
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Wriothesley gives the other a cheeky grin as the other tries to hold back from kissing him again. He lets him pull away. Doesn't try and tease the other and lets them pick him up. He's a little disappointed that the other chooses to carry him bridal style, but he guesses that Nanami's self restraint was already at its fringes. Instead, he continues to run his fingers through their hair as he presses kisses and bites to their neck, collar, and shoulders. Wherever his mouth can reach, he leaves marks of his own.
After all, he was possessive too, and he wanted to wake up and admire the bruises he leaves behind on the other too.
The boxer laughs as he's dropped onto the bed like he was delicate and something to be treated preciously. How ironic, given his body was littered from a plethora of scars. From cuts to burns to whatever else. He had experienced it all. Still, here was this overgrown dog treating him like he was glass.
How funny given that he doubts that's how it's going to be soon enough.
He watches the other undress with interest. He could tell the other was big, but- His cock twitches. Wriothesley was thrilled, but he could feel a nervous energy in his core. It wasn't that he wasn't experienced, but he seldom was on the receiving side. Most people saw a pretty built boxer and wanted to be on the receiving end and not the other way around. And the boxer was no fool. He can't take Nanami on and expect to win. He could put a good fight, but ultimately, he'd eventually have to submit.
Wriothesley doesn't realize how caught up in his thoughts he was when he feels a hand on his neck and finds himself pulled into a sloppy kiss. He groans loudly into it and he forgets what he was even worried about.]
It wasn't. I meant it one thousand percent. [He finds himself wrapping his arms around Nanami's neck to tug him down with him.] Do your worst. Make me think of only you.