[His hands scramble to find anything to cling to. Nanami's arms, the bed sheets, anything. Everytime Nanami thrusts back in, he feels like the air is being punched out of his lungs.
It hurts. It feels good. His body is too sensitive for how rough the other is fucking him. Wriothesley can only be pliant under the other. Can only accept whatever Nanami is giving him, and Nanami seems intent to mold him just for their cock. He moans and sobs with every thrust, his gaze hazy as it gets lost in the pleasure.
And still, he accepts it. He rolls his hips with each thrust. A shaky hand reaches to scratch behind the ears before yanking at Nanami's hair. His cock had filled in again, even if he was pretty sure touching it might hurt more than anything. Wriothesley was overstimulated out of his mind, but he wanted to desperately to please the other still. He wanted Nanami to chase his pleasure. He wanted to actively help the other get their fill.] Nanami. Nanami.
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It hurts. It feels good. His body is too sensitive for how rough the other is fucking him. Wriothesley can only be pliant under the other. Can only accept whatever Nanami is giving him, and Nanami seems intent to mold him just for their cock. He moans and sobs with every thrust, his gaze hazy as it gets lost in the pleasure.
And still, he accepts it. He rolls his hips with each thrust. A shaky hand reaches to scratch behind the ears before yanking at Nanami's hair. His cock had filled in again, even if he was pretty sure touching it might hurt more than anything. Wriothesley was overstimulated out of his mind, but he wanted to desperately to please the other still. He wanted Nanami to chase his pleasure. He wanted to actively help the other get their fill.] Nanami. Nanami.