[ the sounds that wriothesley makes are ones that eiden could stand to hear all day. his palms skim upwards to frame his chest, massaging luxuriously as he licks and nips at him. he wants to wring every pitch from the man just by playing with him like this, carefully and not so carefully, leaving hungry bite marks along the supple surface of his chest.

Feeling the sudden bucking of his hips. eiden stops mid-bite to part his lips and whine as he feels a jolt of stimulation and arches, moaning, though it trails off into a laugh as he realizes what's happening.

it puts him on enough of a back foot to cling as they land backwards, fingers clutching shoulders as he playfully yelps and at least attempts to drag the other fully on top of him. ]

— Unfair... maybe that's what I want.

[ though from this position, he can still look him in the eye and offer him a giddy smile, a knee pressing gently against his side to draw him in closer, thighs spread just to situate his body between them. ]

I like how sensitive this part of you is—I remember from last time.

[ dragging fingers over his shoulder, down again to skim over his chest feather-light. the position has changed but he's still very much handsy, even with a cock deep inside of him. ]