[ The fingers rubbing his ears bleed all of the tension and concern out of Nanami's mind, leaving only a fuzzy feeling of hunger and arousal that has him moaning softly despite his attempts at being the rational one of the two. Wriothesley should be resting and getting some sleep, he knows, but that thought is becoming less and less important compared to the need to wrap around him and feel him shivering with Nanami buried all the way in him again.
Especially when the boxer starts stroking him all over again. Sane arguments and any lingering doubts become muted as his brain turns to raw bestial desire. The blonde growls as the rough strokes make his nerves feel too sensitive, causing his hips to buck sharply into the hand with reckless thrusts, and before he has time to think about it, Nanami is stroking Wriothesley as well, impatiently returning the favor to fully satisfy his mate. What he wants is to fold him in half on the couch and fill him again until his breeding instinct is satisfied. The canine wants to claim him over and over, turning Wriothesley exactly into the cum-drunk mess he asked for. He leans forward and buries his face in the boxer's neck, breathing in his clean scent as he strokes him. The desire to dirty him all over makes him lick his throat, sucking against the skin. ]
Stay with me. Only me.
[ He wants the boxer to want him as much as he wants him in the moment. Everything else is being overridden by instinct as Nanami starts rubbing his other hand over familiar bruises on Wriothesley's inner thighs. ]
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Especially when the boxer starts stroking him all over again. Sane arguments and any lingering doubts become muted as his brain turns to raw bestial desire. The blonde growls as the rough strokes make his nerves feel too sensitive, causing his hips to buck sharply into the hand with reckless thrusts, and before he has time to think about it, Nanami is stroking Wriothesley as well, impatiently returning the favor to fully satisfy his mate. What he wants is to fold him in half on the couch and fill him again until his breeding instinct is satisfied. The canine wants to claim him over and over, turning Wriothesley exactly into the cum-drunk mess he asked for. He leans forward and buries his face in the boxer's neck, breathing in his clean scent as he strokes him. The desire to dirty him all over makes him lick his throat, sucking against the skin. ]
Stay with me. Only me.
[ He wants the boxer to want him as much as he wants him in the moment. Everything else is being overridden by instinct as Nanami starts rubbing his other hand over familiar bruises on Wriothesley's inner thighs. ]