[He hangs on, tries to hang on, but being goaded on by Wriothesley makes a deep growl rise from his chest. He'll feel guilty later. Nanami will regret his actions and try to take care of him, awkwardly stumbling over trying to express his thoughts, but for this moment, he bares his fangs and thrusts his hips up sharply. One hand finds the bed as he leans back and shoves himself even deeper, only pulling back to repeat the motion, bucking roughly to get inside to the hilt. He pulls the boxer forward with his free arm, using the man's own weight to help get him into the right place to keep his rhythm, rolling his hips so Wriothesley is balanced only by being impaled by him, and only held in place because he's rocking against his body over and over, chasing the feeling of friction and heat wrapped around him.
He grabs the back of his neck and pulls him into a kiss. It's messy and stilted from Nanami's desperate panting breaking off the lock of their mouths, but he makes up for that by nipping his lips and claiming every part within reach that he can leave flushed and sensitive. He needs more.
His cock swells inside the boxer, making the grinding even tighter as he gasps against his own thrusts. But Wriothesley said he wanted more, and Nanami's canine side wants to do what it's born to do, gladly complying despite the ache. The boxer is his. His instinct tells him that, and it tells him he has to claim every part of him so nobody will question that fact. So that Wriothesley will only call his name from now on.]
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He grabs the back of his neck and pulls him into a kiss. It's messy and stilted from Nanami's desperate panting breaking off the lock of their mouths, but he makes up for that by nipping his lips and claiming every part within reach that he can leave flushed and sensitive. He needs more.
His cock swells inside the boxer, making the grinding even tighter as he gasps against his own thrusts. But Wriothesley said he wanted more, and Nanami's canine side wants to do what it's born to do, gladly complying despite the ache. The boxer is his. His instinct tells him that, and it tells him he has to claim every part of him so nobody will question that fact. So that Wriothesley will only call his name from now on.]