[If he were a weaker man, he’d probably come from all this attention to his chest. Nipples thoroughly abused and the remnants of bites and the slow forming of bruises a nice little reminder of today for Wriothesley to appreciate later.

Right now though, his face is flushed and he’s looking somewhat winded. He clicks his tongue as he bows his head to sink teeth into the junction of Eiden’s neck and leaving more as he bites all the way to one of the man’s shoulders. It’s obvious retaliation. He was going to cover the smaller man with plenty of bites by the end of their compilation.]

You’re the one that started this. You can’t be claiming unfair.

[A roll of his eyes and a small snort before he tips his head up to press a kiss to Eiden’s chin sweetly.]

Today is about spoiling you, not me. I’m not the birthday boy, sweetness.