[ it's a pleasantly surprised sound that leaves him when wriothesley impresses upon the idea of opening him up, taking his time. it makes him tingle, head to toe. teeth nip him against the sensitive nub and he gives a soft yelp of surprise before devolving into laughter. being pinned down like this, his eyes go wide with the potential. ]

And here I thought I'd be opening presents. Seems more like I'm yours...

[ ironic bc his stupid birthday image for this year is indeed him being the present. the hand wraps around him and he jolts in surprise, groaning as he's stroked, his free hand trying to find purchase on a shoulder, climbing back into hair to tug. he wants to show him he's enjoying it quite thoroughly after all, as if the curling toes against the floor or the ease with which he spreads his thighs is any indicator. ]

Oh... Wri— fuck ...

[ he wets his lips, a little flash of teeth as he can feel a whimper sliding past his tongue when a stroke hits just right, makes him twinge with pleasure. ]

Hnnngh... don't wanna wait... better be good... [ a joking threat, hairline bratty as he squirms and trembles against that treacherous mouth. he knows it'll be good. ]