[ When Wriothesley wraps his legs around him, Nanami’s entire body trembles. He usually manages to keep up the appearance of control because his voice is always even and flat, but in response to that invitation he loses hold of a sharp, hungry noise that rises through the back of his throat and has him clawing at the bed on either side of the boxer, head bowed and cock twitching inside his partner. A small, persistent voice tells him he doesn’t want to be a monster, that he should have shown more control than this, but that voice is drowned out by the rough panting the blond man is doing just to hold himself in place. His tail arches in the air to hold him steady, and for just a brief moment he almost manages to convince himself that he can pull out. He just needs time to calm down enough—-
But then Nanami makes the mistake of glancing up at his partner and sees the way Wriothesley looks while pinned under him, and every coherent thought is shoved aside to leave only arousal and the desire to hear his lover’s voice. He thrusts into him, abusing his hypersensitive nerves, rocking against him with long, forceful movements that drag out the friction between them. It surrounds and presses against his already heavily need, making his cock stand even heavier as he starts to lose his carefully drawn back rhythm in order to chase his own pleasure.
He does try not to leave Wriothesley a complete wreck. The low near growling becomes a long, deep moan as the rhythmic movement build up the pressure in his groin, prompting gasping noises from his throat as Nanami arches his back into the thrusting, Wriothesley’s cries only pushing him to fill him with even more of his seed. ]
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But then Nanami makes the mistake of glancing up at his partner and sees the way Wriothesley looks while pinned under him, and every coherent thought is shoved aside to leave only arousal and the desire to hear his lover’s voice. He thrusts into him, abusing his hypersensitive nerves, rocking against him with long, forceful movements that drag out the friction between them. It surrounds and presses against his already heavily need, making his cock stand even heavier as he starts to lose his carefully drawn back rhythm in order to chase his own pleasure.
He does try not to leave Wriothesley a complete wreck. The low near growling becomes a long, deep moan as the rhythmic movement build up the pressure in his groin, prompting gasping noises from his throat as Nanami arches his back into the thrusting, Wriothesley’s cries only pushing him to fill him with even more of his seed. ]