[Eyelashes flutter and Wriothesley can't help the shiver that runs up his spine. Good boy. He really should be more embarrassed by the way those words affect him so easily, but his mind isn't thinking about that at the moment. He's too caught up in the sensations. The sudden need to please the other and get more of that sweet praise burned under his skin.

And he does his best to be good, continuing to stretch Eiden open, pressing fingers deep inside the other, letting the tips rub against the man's inner walls as he thrusts them in and out. When the other climaxes, he swallows ever drop offered to him. He gulps the salty spend down his throat, a guttural sound as he feels Eiden's erection twitch in his throat.

It's only when he's sure the other has released all they can offer that he pulls off their cock, licking it clean.

Wriothesley looks up at Eiden, face slightly flushed, gaze hazy with a pleased smile.] I promised you the whole package deal. We're not finished yet, sweetheart. I'm sure you've wanted more than just my fingers inside you, right?