armwriostle | I don't wanna fall another moment into your gravity.

I don't wanna fall another moment into your gravity.

[He rolled his shoulder and cracked his neck as he stepped out of the old warehouse.

Today was a disappointing day. He can't complain since the matches were easy and it meant that today was an easy paycheck in comparison to the usual. Still, the matches left him wanting for more; dissatisfied that it didn't even give him the usual bit of adrenaline or rush for the night.

Wriothesley checked his bag to make sure he had everything. His boxing gauntlets, keys to his apartment, and wallet. Nodding, he slung the bag over his shoulder and started walking down the alleyway to get to the main street.] Damn, how disappointing.

[Maybe it was because all his opponents were just average people. While the ring was very careful to avoid unnecessary casualties, the intermix of people and supernatural had been a big appeal that brought in gamblers and fighters alike. He was the same. Holding his own against opponents that were far beyond his physicality was a thrill. It was enjoyable and there was a certain camaraderie between all the fighters. It wasn't like he could say he was perfectly average. His affinity to ice and his sturdiness makes him think that he isn't fully human (but he isn't anything particularly spectacular either). He'll never really know since he was abandoned by his parents, and frankly, it didn't really matter.

He sighs and thinks he should just count his blessings and relax for the night, but something has him stopping in his tracks and making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

Something felt off.] ...Is someone there?

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[He’s proud of earning the insult. Wriothesley’s voice coming heavy and aroused is its own kind of flattery, no matter what the words are. Besides, Nanami can tell his partner is enjoying the teasing. He’s not letting him lose his erection completely, which will keep him feeling everything that much more. The hand that gripped his hair roughly minutes before follows it by offering much gentler scratches, and the blond can’t hold back a quiet moan as he leans forward, balance slipping slightly until he regains focus and shifts his weight. The fingers wrapped around Wriothesley’s cock twitch, tempted to continue stroking him.

Of course he wants him. Nanami wants to press the boxer down on his counter and take him completely right there. But he’s not just a beast without any control, he won’t lose himself over arousal no matter how much it frustrates him-

Nanami utters a choked whine when the boot pushes up against his straining erection. It’s already too tight, and the pressure against the aching swell almost has him tumbling right on top of Wriothesley, hands trembling as he catches his breath. ]

N-not in here!

[He does sound angry, but under the anger is a panting, shaking mess of a man keeping his feet by sheer will. He lowers his head against Wriothesley’s chest, his hand stroking the captured length against his palm almost like he’s begging for more himself.]

Just wait… until we’re out of the kitchen.

[His throat is already raw and the words come out rough and plaintive despite his attempt to be stern.]

[Nanami really is just irresistible. The man cuts for a powerful and handsome figure, but they had a rather cute side to them. He was pretty sure that most people haven't gotten to see them like this and he finds himself charmed.

Wriothesley isn't a mean person. He knows when to back off. He hears the anger and he hears the saddened tone in the way that Nanami replies. He smiles and eases the pressure off the man's erection and wraps his legs around Nanami's waist instead. He pulls them closer so he can wrap one arm around Nanami's neck as he continues to scratch behind the man's ear with his other hand.]

Alright, alright. I'm sorry I was being a little too mean. Can you forgive me?

[His words are mixed with pants as the other continues to stroke his hardened length. He desperately wants more than this, but he's trying to reign himself in a little.] Carry me somewhere else then. Whisk me off my feet, sweetheart.

[He pulls himself up enough to press a coy little kiss to Nanami's lips.]

[As stubborn and gruff as he often is, the release of tension against his confined cock and the gentle attention Wriothesley gives him has Nanami bending into the touch, eagerly seeking more. His growling melts into soft, hungry moans as he presses himself closer to the boxer’s body, tail wagging instinctively at the soft voice despite his best attempts to remain serious.

He’s tempted again to catch Wriothesley’s mouth in a deep kiss and bend him over the counter. His erection is aching for release and his instincts are screaming at him to claim his partner thoroughly, especially when he’s so willing. But Nanami refuses to go completely feral and lose all of his reason to need. He half-chases Wriothesley’s coy kiss, pulling back with all of his frayed restraint, and draws a deep breath as he forces himself to focus. Extracting himself from the boxer’s too tempting position, Nanami slips free of the man holding him and scoops him into a bridal carry. Anything more intimate and he really might lose his resolve not to fuck him against the nearest wall. He gives Wriothesley a pointed look as he pulls him closer, carrying the boxer to his room like a prize and setting him on the edge of the bed almost too gently. Especially compared to the impatient way his hands work to finally remove the rest of his clothes. He can’t strip down fast enough, panting as the air touches his skin and the fine yellow fur running down his back and around his crotch, urging him to satisfy his need for contact.]

You said you like to feel it in the morning? I hope that wasn’t a bluff.

[He leans down, putting a hand around the back of Wriothesley’s neck to tug him in for a deep, messy kiss.]

I want you to forget feeling anything else.

[Just pleasure and the submissive content of being completely wrung out. Something he’s sure the boxer has been lacking.]

[He really can't get enough of this. The way that Nanami becomes so docile like a pleased puppy when scratched behind his ears is almost comical. He wonders how starved the other might be for affection. Did they take other people home often? No, that doesn't feel right. The blond didn't feel like someone who easily brought people home. Not when they were so hesitant at first to even be more intimate in the first place.

Wriothesley gives the other a cheeky grin as the other tries to hold back from kissing him again. He lets him pull away. Doesn't try and tease the other and lets them pick him up. He's a little disappointed that the other chooses to carry him bridal style, but he guesses that Nanami's self restraint was already at its fringes. Instead, he continues to run his fingers through their hair as he presses kisses and bites to their neck, collar, and shoulders. Wherever his mouth can reach, he leaves marks of his own.

After all, he was possessive too, and he wanted to wake up and admire the bruises he leaves behind on the other too.

The boxer laughs as he's dropped onto the bed like he was delicate and something to be treated preciously. How ironic, given his body was littered from a plethora of scars. From cuts to burns to whatever else. He had experienced it all. Still, here was this overgrown dog treating him like he was glass.

How funny given that he doubts that's how it's going to be soon enough.

He watches the other undress with interest. He could tell the other was big, but- His cock twitches. Wriothesley was thrilled, but he could feel a nervous energy in his core. It wasn't that he wasn't experienced, but he seldom was on the receiving side. Most people saw a pretty built boxer and wanted to be on the receiving end and not the other way around. And the boxer was no fool. He can't take Nanami on and expect to win. He could put a good fight, but ultimately, he'd eventually have to submit.

Wriothesley doesn't realize how caught up in his thoughts he was when he feels a hand on his neck and finds himself pulled into a sloppy kiss. He groans loudly into it and he forgets what he was even worried about.]

It wasn't. I meant it one thousand percent. [He finds himself wrapping his arms around Nanami's neck to tug him down with him.] Do your worst. Make me think of only you.

[All of the teasing he's endured up to this point has chased off any reasonable thought Nanami had left. He might be able to keep his feet through the aching arousal and sound calm, but any other time he wouldn't dream of losing his careful distance between people for the sake of want and affection. In his quiet way, he's already dazed. The hands rubbing warm pleasure over his head and the bruises covering his neck and shoulders have his entire body humming with sensations and the craving for more. If he seems focused, it's an illusion built around muscle memory and sheer will, with Nanami's thoughts as dominated by Wriothesley's commands as his instincts push him to dominate. His partner tells him he's good, that he wants it, and Nanami believes those words without any doubt. He wants to be good.

He lets Wriothesley pull him down, kissing him on the way and then letting his head tip forward to angle his mouth under the boxer's jaw. He bites down, gently, threatening, but follows that up by sucking and licking over the spot almost apologetically as he kisses his neck and chest. His clawed fingers drag down Wriothesley's side, the tips of a few catching lightly on his ribs and the dip of muscle definition as he makes his way to the boxer's thighs, edges gracing the soft inside skin before he wraps his hand around Wriothesley's balls and strokes him, still leaving wet, ragged breaths as he teases one of the boxer's nipples with his tongue.]

I decline. If I do my worst, you won't stay conscious as long, and I need you to be present for me.

[Present so he can hear Wriothesley's pleasure as he feels him. Nanami rubs one more circle over the boxer's crotch before he shifts his weight to spread the muscular legs to either side, drawing his claws up and down in a slow rhythm.]

You didn't think you could get off quickly, did you? After distracting me for so long?

[The bite doesn't seem to bother the boxer with the way he lets out a pleased groan instead. The mixture of pleasure and pain made his body feel pleasantly warm. He really doesn't know how in over his head he was. Doesn't know that the larger man was already at the limits of their control. Ignorance is bliss so they say.

He arches his back and writhes under Nanami's ministrations, blunt nails digging into the meat of the blond's shoulders as it feels like electricity courses through his body.] Hah. Those are sensitive. [The nub had already pebbled under the attention and he can feel his cock dribble precum from all the attention he was getting.]

You're, fuck, you're rather insistent in everything you do, huh?

[Wriothesley's eyes dilate at Nanami's words and he can't help but shiver. Ah, he really was way over his head. He didn't realize before, but he certainly realizes now. His mouth suddenly feels very dry.] Oh. [Yeah. Oh.]

Is it too late to apologize? [And yet, he says that with a grin as he spreads his legs wider for the other.]

That's right.

[Nanami murmurs heavily around his mission to tease Wriothesley's nipples until they ache at the slightest touch. He licks and nips around them, timing the movements to the stroke of his hand, guiding the boxer closer to the edge of release. When he's satisfied by his partner's squirming, he sits back, almost abandoning him completely and leaving him without any contact. Instead, Nanami sits back on his own knees and strokes himself slowly, his eyes meeting Wriothesley's with a focused gaze.]

Far too late. You knew what you were doing.

[His voice is still rough from having his throat filled by Wriothesley's cock, and he purposely growls through it.]

You wanted it. Now you get what you want.

[Half promise and half threat, Nanami crouches down on all fours between the boxer's thighs. He pauses in giving himself attention so he can grip Wriothesley's ass and part the tight cheeks, sliding his tongue between them. Once he manages to hold him in place, he plunges deeper, thrusting in and licking around the edge before turning his head up to mouth his balls and cock again, teasing until the stimulation turns to more ache from the heavy need to release. After all, he did say he wanted to feel it later. Nanami intends to keep the boxer riding the edge until he loses himself to him alone. He wants to claim him completely, and he's willing to put himself through pain to do it.]

[He wants to come so bad.

Damn, why was Nanami such a damn tease??? The attention to his chest feels so good that it's embarrassing. His nipples are so sore that they touch into overstimulation and the noises that start slipping out of his mouth are hitting a territory of being almost embarrassing.

More embarrassing is the keen that escapes his lips when Nanami pulls away. His hand twitches and he has to hold himself back from reaching after the other, already missing the closeness of the other.

Maybe he's also desperate for touch and intimacy. He gives the other a sly grin, even if his gaze is becoming hazy with lust. There's still some fight in him. He's still feeling playful.]

Mm, I don't know what you're talking about. I was just playing aroun-ah wait-! [His mind catches up to the positions there in and he feels his face flush. He didn't think. Why was Nanami licking him down there?] Ah. I haven't showered. [He ends up falling back onto the bed, back arching and toes curling as the other teased his rim before mouthing at his weeping cock.]

H-Hey. Are you going to tease me all night? [His voice is a little breathless. A little frustrated. All the other has been doing is riling him up until he's teetering then abandoning that part of him for somewhere else. It was slowly driving him mad.]

[He doesn't stop until he's licking the precum off of Wriothesley's cock with slow, indulgent strokes. He takes in the flavor of him, thick and heavy, and he almost considers sucking the boxer off, but the frustrated note in the man's voice actually earns a smirk out of the blonde. No, not quite yet.]

I thought about it. But I don't want to wait that long.

[He nuzzles Wriothesley's erection once before pushing himself back up, giving the boxer an affectionate pat on the leg before he moves to his bedside to find something suitable for lubricant, which he lightly tosses onto Wriothesley's chest.]

No more teasing. But you have to sit up for me first.

[That smirk looks much too good on Nanami's face. It's maddening in so many ways, but mostly he just finds it ridiculously arousing. Confidence in bed was, after all, hot as hell.

He really thinks he'd lose his mind if all the other did was tease him. Wriothesley knew it would feel good at the end, but he doesn't think he'd have the patience for it. He's sure his mind would snap. Hearing the other say no more teasing was exactly what he wanted to hear.

The boxer feels the coolness of the item tossed at him and it soothes his now-too-warm skin. He grabs it before sitting upright.] I'm sitting up, sir. [His voice comes out more akin to a purr.]

[He expected the teasing retort, although not with such a seductive voice. Nanami would like to say being addressed like that doesn't immediately stoke his arousal, but it's embarrassingly obvious when he has to close his fist around his own cock and draw in a tight breath through his teeth just to keep from coming on the spot. A few slow, deliberate breaths after and he opens his hand again, but he's pretty much glaring at Wriothesley through his struggling concentration.

Out of words, or out of any patience for them, Nanami reaches forward and retrieves the tube he tossed to the boxer. He applies it with a quick, messy handful of strokes that lack grace but get the job done, and then instead of waiting or saying anything about it, he drops the tube in favor of grabbing Wriothesley by the waist and hauling him forward with the same impatient force so that he's pulling the boxer up and over where he's kneeling. Then he finally speaks.]

Try to stay up.

[He takes hold of the boxer's ass, hands cupping either cheek as he pulls him down, guiding him down and thrusting between the muscles where they part.]

[Wriothesley's grin is downright wicked. It's obvious he knows exactly what kind of affect he has on the other and is happy to take full advantage of it. He definitely had a shit eating smile on his lips even as Nanami glares at him.

If only Wriothesley knew how much he was going to regret riling the other up. A regret that he will experience very soon.

If Nanami hadn't already lifted him with ease before, he would certainly be a little offended now when they lift him by the waist with little to no problem.]

Wait, what do you- [Funnily enough, the first thing that crosses his thoughts is that Nanami is massive which isn't a new thought, but the one that is prevalent when he's brought down and practically split open by the man's massive length. The noise that escapes his lips is a mix between a cry, a scream, and a moan. Wriothesley arches his back and his hands scramble to find anything to sink his nails into. He writhes trying to relieve whatever pressure, but Nanami's grip on him is form.] Ah. Ah, wai-

[He can't even muster any bravado because the only thing on his mind is the man and how big they were and how he was pretty sure his asshole will never be the same again.] Fuck. G-Give a guy a warning. You're damn huge, you know.

[Man really heard him say he wanted to feel it in the morning and ran with it.]

[His arms do strain as he holds Wriothesley up, slowly easing him over his cock, but that's because he spent so much time holding back and fighting against his own urges. Now that he has the chance, the blonde would love to recklessly thrust up into the boxer's tight body, without any reason left. But he won't do that. He has to try to make it as slow and careful as he can stand, because as much as he needs Wriothesley to push past the pain, he doesn't actually want to hurt him. And that leaves him trembling and breathing heavy, broken gasps as he lowers him down, grunting against the feeling of sinking into the boxer's heat.]

-already... gave you- a warning.

[It's all he can do not to let his claws tense and dig into Wriothesley's body. His fingers tense, bracing the weight of the boxer but holding back, and as one inch becomes exceptionally tight, Nanami's growl turns into a groan that comes close to a whine of frustration.]

Should have let me do it... without teasing.

[He can tell that Nanami is holding back. He can feel it in the way their body tenses as they hold him. Can hear it in the man's voice. Wriothesley is thankful that the man seems to have endless self restraint because he really wasn't prepared to take the man's cock with no preparation.

He chokes on a groan as he rocks his hips to slowly take a little more of the man in.] Fuck- A warning that, ah you were just going to enter! I- [His hands find Nanami's shoulders and he digs his nails into them. Desperate for some relief. Desperate for more.] I'm not usually on the receiving end.

[Wriothesley is telling himself over and over to relax. He has to relax or this was going to be a less enjoyable experience for the both of them.] Sorry. [He's not sorry. Not even as sweat drips from his brow he grins.] Teasing is part of my personality and I'm a glutton for punishment. [He curses a bit.] Fuck, I can feel you in my throat practically. [He probably should not say more things that might wear Nanami's self control even more.]

[His whole body is shaking with the effort to keep from shoving Wriothesley down on the bed and really thrusting in deep. The more the boxer talks, the worse his grip gets, and his effort to keep his hands from sliding off of him is leading to bruises and the edge of claws in compensation. He can't keep fighting his own instincts when the boxer seems determined to hurt himself using Nanami's dick as a form of punishment. His ears lie flat as he desperately clings to his last fraying threads of reason, telling himself he can't move. Don't move yet. Not yet. But his hips only seem to respond to Wriothesley's voice and roll upward, sending a hot spark of pleasure and relief flooding Nanami's thoughts.]

Shut up.

[The warning comes too late. He can't hold back the soft groan as he lifts Wriothesley up only to pull him back down into another shallow thrust. Thankfully he hasn't completely gotten his senses back after the first wave of pleasure, or he might already be pushing too deeply.]

[The bruising grip is more of a relief than painful when he feels like he's being legitimately split open by the hugest cock he has ever seen.

He finds that he doesn't even hate it. Not with his cock leaking precome. Not when he's still trying to get more of that massive length in his body. Not when the man taking him wants him so bad. It hurts. It feels amazing. He wants the other to feel good. There's so many thoughts going through his mind.

All of those thoughts fly right out the window.

Wriothesley lets out a sob. The warning isn't quick enough before the other thrusts a little deeper into him. He drops his head against Nanami's shoulder, breath hot against the larger man's skin.] N-Nanami. [His tone is pleading. He doesn't know what he's pleading for.]

[It's too late to go as slowly as he wanted to, but at least he can try to make the rest more pleasure than pain. He reaches down to stroke Wriothesley's cock between them, sliding his hand along in time with his thrusting, the other palm pressed against the boxer's back to hold him close.

He cradles him, panting as he rocks his hips up and back down, building a rhythm, breath by breath as he thrusts up into Wriothesley and drags his hand over his erection. Deeper each time, and then quicker once he can finally feel the boxer start to accept him. He'll definitely have to pick up the pieces after this, but he will. He makes that promise to himself as he lets the urge take over, claiming his partner by pulling him to his chest for a deeper thrust.]

I'm here.

[He arches his back with a moan. It sounds more pleasure than pain. He has never been more thankful for his high pain tolerance because he definitely would not get to enjoy being filled this deeply otherwise, he thinks.

Wriothesley buries his face in the crook of Nanami's neck as he does his best to breath in and out.]

All of it. [He growls it out.] Give me all of it already. [He doesn't know if it's because he's crazy or if he just wants to rip the bandaid off and feel that entire length in him. It's probably both. He grinds his hips down, feeling more sink into him.]

Make a mess out of me. [He knows that Nanami is holding back. He wants them to let go too. Even if it means he might be completely useless by the end of it.]

[He hangs on, tries to hang on, but being goaded on by Wriothesley makes a deep growl rise from his chest. He'll feel guilty later. Nanami will regret his actions and try to take care of him, awkwardly stumbling over trying to express his thoughts, but for this moment, he bares his fangs and thrusts his hips up sharply. One hand finds the bed as he leans back and shoves himself even deeper, only pulling back to repeat the motion, bucking roughly to get inside to the hilt. He pulls the boxer forward with his free arm, using the man's own weight to help get him into the right place to keep his rhythm, rolling his hips so Wriothesley is balanced only by being impaled by him, and only held in place because he's rocking against his body over and over, chasing the feeling of friction and heat wrapped around him.

He grabs the back of his neck and pulls him into a kiss. It's messy and stilted from Nanami's desperate panting breaking off the lock of their mouths, but he makes up for that by nipping his lips and claiming every part within reach that he can leave flushed and sensitive. He needs more.

His cock swells inside the boxer, making the grinding even tighter as he gasps against his own thrusts. But Wriothesley said he wanted more, and Nanami's canine side wants to do what it's born to do, gladly complying despite the ache. The boxer is his. His instinct tells him that, and it tells him he has to claim every part of him so nobody will question that fact. So that Wriothesley will only call his name from now on.]

[The growl that Nanami makes is probably the hottest thing he has ever heard. Hottest and probably somewhat terrifying because he is not prepared for the way the other starts bucking into him with reckless abandon. He really wasn't lying when he said he could feel the other in his throat. It really feels that way right this moment. His eyes water as he can't help the pleased sobs in the back of his throat. He felt nothing more like the man's personal cocksleeve as he bounces on the huge cock buried deep in side him.

It was too much. It wasn't enough. He wanted more.

His mind is deliciously blank as he instinctively kisses the other back. Wanting nothing more than to steal Nanami's breath. To only breath the other in.

His hands claw at the other desperately.] A-Are you getting bigger? [His voice is hoarse. Already hitting its limits and he knows the night has just started. The man's cock is already milking his prostate with every grind. He's quickly going into overstimulation. Yet, he was still rolling his hips with every thrust. Moaning everytime the hard length inside him seems to bully the sensitive bundle of nerves in him.

Continues to take whatever the other is giving.]

[The warm, enveloping pressure keeps building up, leaving Nanami drunk on the pleasure coming from driving his cock inside Wriothesley's heat, feeling rather than hearing the sounds coming from the boxer's throat. His erection swells from it, the desire to grind even more and coax his partner into complete, limp submission takes control of his thoughts until he's no longer aware enough to hold back. Nanami chases the nearing promise of release.

His urge to mark Wriothesley from the inside making his rhythm skip now and then as he thrusts, grinding off time to the pace he set so that he can hit Wriothesley inside before he's prepared to receive him. One clawed hand wraps around the man's dripping cock, dragging slow, firm strokes up his length, squeezing as he rides him to the head, milking every nerve he can reach for more desperate sounds. The blunt nails digging into his skin are only more encouragement. He drowns himself in the whimpers and weight of Wriothesley's body tightening around him, spilling out hard with a rough, reckless thrust and somehow determined to drag Wriothesley along with him. He closes his mouth over the boxer's, trying to swallow his cries and his tears. The tang of salt and musk giving him a euphoric high as his release slips down between them both.]

You're mine.

[Nanami's voice is still strained from abusing his own throat, but he growls through it anyway.]

Only come for me.

[Any attempt to grow accustomed to the animalistic way Nanami seems intent to destroy him with is fruitless. The hiccup in the rhythm is enough to have him drowning in the pleasure. Nanami was abusing his prostate with their huge cock and all he can do is take it (and mentally thank him for it) with every wave of pleasure.

Wriothesley can't tell what's up or down. All he knows is that he was filled to the brim and the hot warmth of Nanami's mouth on his own is stealing his breath away. He's lightheaded, but it only seems to intensify the feelings he was already experiencing.

His moan is shameless when Nanami starts spilling their seed into him. He can't even form a coherent enough thought to think that the other was releasing so much into him.

The boxer comes with a desperate cry and Nanami's name swallowed by their heated kiss. His seed stains both their stomachs and drips all over the larger man's hand.]

[ 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. ]

[He feels another pump of cum fill him and all he can do is accept it with a shameless moan. He only becomes louder when he feels the sharp pain of teeth on his neck. It manages to get a meager of cum to dribble out of his already spent cock.

His whole body feels like it was alight and every small movement feels like he was being shocked. His body felt too sensitive to everything that even the cool sheets of the bed get a shiver out of him. Oversensitive. Overstimulated. Wriothesley jolts a little as those clawed hands brush over the nubs on his chest. A groan that sounds more pleasured than discomforted.

It takes him a moment to gather his thoughts before he speaks. His voice cracks and its somewhat hoarse.] I did ask for it, didn't I? [He can't help but laugh before groaning a bit.] Fuck, you're a monster though. And by you I mean your cock.

[Which by the way-] Why aren't you pulling out? [He's not mad or anything but he legitimately can't tell if this man just does not stop getting hard or what because he feels like Nanami hasn't softened up even after filling him with enough cum it's spilling out.]

[ Tired, but somehow not yet completely spent, Nanami looks to the side when Wriothesley says that he’s a monster. He doesn’t seem ashamed or particularly upset, but his ears fall back all the same like he’s accepting that as a hard truth. ]

I did warn you. It was your choice to continue.

[ More than that, but Nanami can’t even be sorry despite his complaint. He gives Wriothesley a quiet, impatient huff as he shifts his weight to a more comfortable position, and still he doesn’t show any sign of pulling out or softening. ]

Were you ready to stop? Unfortunately, you forgot what you said earlier. Ending things here won’t be enough to make you only think of me. You wanted to feel it, didn’t you?

[ He moves again, rubbing his swollen cock up against Wriothesley’s prostate with a slow, deliberate roll of his hips. ]

I intend on giving you what you asked for. You said you wanted all of me. Is that still true?

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