I don't? I feel like I do. Your body is very honest, you know. [Not in even a sexual manner, but Nanami's ears and tail are so very expressive that he can make some guesses as to what is on the man's mind.
Okay, okay, he didn't have to be so explicit in his words, but he can't help himself. Riling up Nanami is a lot of fun. Even at the detriment of his ability to move after. Wriothesley snickers as he runs a finger over Nanami's shoulder.] I like it rough, so it's fine. Being fucked an inch of my light was pretty hot. [If he had a chance to be fucked that hard again, he'd definitely do it again. No hesitation.]
Come on, you underestimate me. Self-preservation is why I'm still alive now. I've dealt with worse than a guy who wants to turn me into their personal fleshlight. [Wriothesley has the scars to show for a man who has plenty of self-preservation. The strong want to live and stay alive through thick or thin.
Nanami didn't have to worry about him. He was resilient whether he wants to or not.
He won't say no to being doted on a bit though. The boxer rests his head against the man's shoulder with a pleased hum. He leans into the gentle touches, more hungry for this than anything else. Sex was great, but when you live your entire life devoid of something so soft and gentle like this, one's body is starved for it. Desperate.
Wriothesley eyes flutter closed when Nanami ruffles his hair. Maybe Nanami wasn't the only one weak to some petting.]
Monsieur, you really want to take an unruly stray like me? I might rip up all your pillows and break all your things if you aren't careful. [A chuckle.] You should think more on it, not me.
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Okay, okay, he didn't have to be so explicit in his words, but he can't help himself. Riling up Nanami is a lot of fun. Even at the detriment of his ability to move after. Wriothesley snickers as he runs a finger over Nanami's shoulder.] I like it rough, so it's fine. Being fucked an inch of my light was pretty hot. [If he had a chance to be fucked that hard again, he'd definitely do it again. No hesitation.]
Come on, you underestimate me. Self-preservation is why I'm still alive now. I've dealt with worse than a guy who wants to turn me into their personal fleshlight. [Wriothesley has the scars to show for a man who has plenty of self-preservation. The strong want to live and stay alive through thick or thin.
Nanami didn't have to worry about him. He was resilient whether he wants to or not.
He won't say no to being doted on a bit though. The boxer rests his head against the man's shoulder with a pleased hum. He leans into the gentle touches, more hungry for this than anything else. Sex was great, but when you live your entire life devoid of something so soft and gentle like this, one's body is starved for it. Desperate.
Wriothesley eyes flutter closed when Nanami ruffles his hair. Maybe Nanami wasn't the only one weak to some petting.]
Monsieur, you really want to take an unruly stray like me? I might rip up all your pillows and break all your things if you aren't careful. [A chuckle.] You should think more on it, not me.