[His whole body is shaking with the effort to keep from shoving Wriothesley down on the bed and really thrusting in deep. The more the boxer talks, the worse his grip gets, and his effort to keep his hands from sliding off of him is leading to bruises and the edge of claws in compensation. He can't keep fighting his own instincts when the boxer seems determined to hurt himself using Nanami's dick as a form of punishment. His ears lie flat as he desperately clings to his last fraying threads of reason, telling himself he can't move. Don't move yet. Not yet. But his hips only seem to respond to Wriothesley's voice and roll upward, sending a hot spark of pleasure and relief flooding Nanami's thoughts.]
Shut up.
[The warning comes too late. He can't hold back the soft groan as he lifts Wriothesley up only to pull him back down into another shallow thrust. Thankfully he hasn't completely gotten his senses back after the first wave of pleasure, or he might already be pushing too deeply.]
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Shut up.
[The warning comes too late. He can't hold back the soft groan as he lifts Wriothesley up only to pull him back down into another shallow thrust. Thankfully he hasn't completely gotten his senses back after the first wave of pleasure, or he might already be pushing too deeply.]