[ Wriothesley’s cry hits something inside of Nanami that makes his entire core tighten. His hips jerk against Wriothesley, his already aching cock shooting another ribbon of seed as the blond groans into their kiss, his sight blacking out from the combined pain and pleasure of that moment. He continues to pump Wriothesley’s length, smearing the seed between their bodies as he tries to drain the other of everything he has to offer, trembling under him through his effort to hold them both upright, because he refuses to let go. He won’t let him go.
Even half-dizzy, Nanami can control the kisses he leaves over Wriothesley’s body. He can feel the beat of the boxer’s heart in his neck and he bites down on his pulse, leaving more bruises that he can gently press his lips and tongue to, soothing away the pain he causes. When he finally regains his thoughts, he lowers Wriothesley onto his back, easing him onto the mattress with extra care so he doesn’t shift too much inside him. He leans over his partner, concern mixing with the lingering lust in his gaze as he takes in the sight of his own work. Was he too rough? The thought is there, but so is the desire to keep lavishing attention on his partner just to hear the sound of his need. He can’t quite resist running his hands over Wriothesley’s chest, thumbs catching on his nipples again as he settles into position over him. ]
Are you…? [ Okay? Angry? Happy? He’s not sure what he wants to ask. ]
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Even half-dizzy, Nanami can control the kisses he leaves over Wriothesley’s body. He can feel the beat of the boxer’s heart in his neck and he bites down on his pulse, leaving more bruises that he can gently press his lips and tongue to, soothing away the pain he causes. When he finally regains his thoughts, he lowers Wriothesley onto his back, easing him onto the mattress with extra care so he doesn’t shift too much inside him. He leans over his partner, concern mixing with the lingering lust in his gaze as he takes in the sight of his own work. Was he too rough? The thought is there, but so is the desire to keep lavishing attention on his partner just to hear the sound of his need. He can’t quite resist running his hands over Wriothesley’s chest, thumbs catching on his nipples again as he settles into position over him. ]
Are you…? [ Okay? Angry? Happy? He’s not sure what he wants to ask. ]