[ the moan is only encouraging him to fuck deeper with his cock, to relish in the tight, wet heat of his mouth. it feels like heaven and eiden's fingers pull his hair on sheer instinct alone, as though trying to bring them even closer together when they're already like this.
the fingers just make it worse. worse? better? he doesn't know, he just knows that the moment it happens he lets out a choked off moan as his head tips back. his hole is soft, tight and gripping him back, but it's wet and hot. he jerks his hips, caught between the thrust forward and the sinking backwards onto wriothesley's knuckles. his body betrays him, leaking that much more messily and the heated flush on his face shows just how much he enjoys the new attention. ]
Nnngh—fuckfuckfuck... [ like he's begging, eyes blown out. his hands sink deep into his hair, but slowly begin to slide down to cup the back of the other's neck and squeeze, gazing down at him finally. the smile is proof that he's riding pleasure, crooked and slack, lips red from where his teeth bite down to stifle another too-loud whine that leaves him.
the animal thing in him doesn't want to be prepared, it wants to fuck and it wants to be filled, mated and bred, but eiden has at least some control, can enjoy it because weirdly enough it means he's cared for. and he... likes that. ]
Another—please... [ barely making it: ] Your Grace... more...
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the fingers just make it worse. worse? better? he doesn't know, he just knows that the moment it happens he lets out a choked off moan as his head tips back. his hole is soft, tight and gripping him back, but it's wet and hot. he jerks his hips, caught between the thrust forward and the sinking backwards onto wriothesley's knuckles. his body betrays him, leaking that much more messily and the heated flush on his face shows just how much he enjoys the new attention. ]
Nnngh—fuckfuckfuck... [ like he's begging, eyes blown out. his hands sink deep into his hair, but slowly begin to slide down to cup the back of the other's neck and squeeze, gazing down at him finally. the smile is proof that he's riding pleasure, crooked and slack, lips red from where his teeth bite down to stifle another too-loud whine that leaves him.
the animal thing in him doesn't want to be prepared, it wants to fuck and it wants to be filled, mated and bred, but eiden has at least some control, can enjoy it because weirdly enough it means he's cared for. and he... likes that. ]
Another—please... [ barely making it: ] Your Grace... more...