[ easy to say, full of warmth because he means it as he slides his hand upwards to cup the side of his jaw and kiss his lips once he's licked them, leaving a nip on the edge of the lower one and meeting his eyes. he can feel the grip tightening on him and he lets out a breath to relax himself in turn, knowing he's in good hands. ]
Clearly not that hurt—
[ which tapers off into an undignified yelp as he's forced right down onto him, taking him all in. the pitch shifts, a soft moan as he settles, feels the way wriothesley fills him up just right, his hands scrambling to hold onto him, splayed over his ribs, thumbing old scars. he looks at him with flushed surprise that shifts into a kind of lusty determination. ]
—God I missed your voice...
[ time was static for him, but the acute sense of the days gone by elicit need and want and desire to stay close. grinding down against him because two can play it this game, rolling his hips, eiden just returns the motion, like rocking waves on an ocean. ]
... Guess I'll have to see what it sounds like... [ another grind, steady ] ... when I make good on it. After all... you do give me everything I want... and need... [ a breath between his words each time, face flushed, essence flaring sharply as he devolves into sweet moaning words, fingers climbing up to stroke and grope at his chest, half for a hold, half to recall the feeling of it against his palms. ]
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[ easy to say, full of warmth because he means it as he slides his hand upwards to cup the side of his jaw and kiss his lips once he's licked them, leaving a nip on the edge of the lower one and meeting his eyes. he can feel the grip tightening on him and he lets out a breath to relax himself in turn, knowing he's in good hands. ]
Clearly not that hurt—
[ which tapers off into an undignified yelp as he's forced right down onto him, taking him all in. the pitch shifts, a soft moan as he settles, feels the way wriothesley fills him up just right, his hands scrambling to hold onto him, splayed over his ribs, thumbing old scars. he looks at him with flushed surprise that shifts into a kind of lusty determination. ]
—God I missed your voice...
[ time was static for him, but the acute sense of the days gone by elicit need and want and desire to stay close. grinding down against him because two can play it this game, rolling his hips, eiden just returns the motion, like rocking waves on an ocean. ]
... Guess I'll have to see what it sounds like... [ another grind, steady ] ... when I make good on it. After all... you do give me everything I want... and need... [ a breath between his words each time, face flushed, essence flaring sharply as he devolves into sweet moaning words, fingers climbing up to stroke and grope at his chest, half for a hold, half to recall the feeling of it against his palms. ]