[ he watches his throat work as he swallows down the load and just shivers as he does so. shamelessly. that's the best part - this man matches his shamelessness to an absolutely t and all he can do is melt a moment as his body catches up with the sensations at hand, with the fingers inside of him, keeping him soft and ready. ]

Read my mind...

[ with the gentle press of the ball of his bare foot against wriothesley's leg, he nudges him open wider, then shifts, lets the top of his arch push against the apex of his thighs where his cock rests. ]

So will you let me have a seat? Or should I grab you by the dick myself and take it?

[ fingers in his hair tightening a little more, tilting his head back now that he's not sucking him off. the tone is playful, and he tilts his head a little bit to check his reaction. ]