[The warm, enveloping pressure keeps building up, leaving Nanami drunk on the pleasure coming from driving his cock inside Wriothesley's heat, feeling rather than hearing the sounds coming from the boxer's throat. His erection swells from it, the desire to grind even more and coax his partner into complete, limp submission takes control of his thoughts until he's no longer aware enough to hold back. Nanami chases the nearing promise of release.
His urge to mark Wriothesley from the inside making his rhythm skip now and then as he thrusts, grinding off time to the pace he set so that he can hit Wriothesley inside before he's prepared to receive him. One clawed hand wraps around the man's dripping cock, dragging slow, firm strokes up his length, squeezing as he rides him to the head, milking every nerve he can reach for more desperate sounds. The blunt nails digging into his skin are only more encouragement. He drowns himself in the whimpers and weight of Wriothesley's body tightening around him, spilling out hard with a rough, reckless thrust and somehow determined to drag Wriothesley along with him. He closes his mouth over the boxer's, trying to swallow his cries and his tears. The tang of salt and musk giving him a euphoric high as his release slips down between them both.]
You're mine.
[Nanami's voice is still strained from abusing his own throat, but he growls through it anyway.]
no subject
His urge to mark Wriothesley from the inside making his rhythm skip now and then as he thrusts, grinding off time to the pace he set so that he can hit Wriothesley inside before he's prepared to receive him. One clawed hand wraps around the man's dripping cock, dragging slow, firm strokes up his length, squeezing as he rides him to the head, milking every nerve he can reach for more desperate sounds. The blunt nails digging into his skin are only more encouragement. He drowns himself in the whimpers and weight of Wriothesley's body tightening around him, spilling out hard with a rough, reckless thrust and somehow determined to drag Wriothesley along with him. He closes his mouth over the boxer's, trying to swallow his cries and his tears. The tang of salt and musk giving him a euphoric high as his release slips down between them both.]
You're mine.
[Nanami's voice is still strained from abusing his own throat, but he growls through it anyway.]
Only come for me.