[If Wriothesley wanted to get away, he shows no attempt in trying to pull away. He kisses back a touch hungry, obviously wanting for more. His legs wrap around Kleken's waist as though the other needs reason for themselves to be stuck there with the boxer.
A slight flush to his cheeks and a grin on kiss bruised lips.]
More than forgiven. Are we done playing already? [He squeezes slightly, the obvious feel of the muscles in his legs flexing with the action.] We don't have to stop at just the payout.
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A slight flush to his cheeks and a grin on kiss bruised lips.]
More than forgiven. Are we done playing already? [He squeezes slightly, the obvious feel of the muscles in his legs flexing with the action.] We don't have to stop at just the payout.