[ Desire flourishes as his shoulders hit the wall, lips parting in a soft sound of ecstasy when Wriothesley's tongue delves against him. He's come to like it, having glimpses of that raw strength leveled against him. Part of him has dreamed about it all night in the glow of the chandeliers, watching him measure himself among the thrum of strangers. He wants the crush of his attention against his mouth, kisses so deep he can barely think beyond them. ]
Hands first.
[ Kizuna's kisses shallow only briefly to instruct Wriothesley on what he wants even as he cleaves to his desires just as easily. A gasped murmur, full of teeth and tongue as he pushes his hips into the other man's awaiting hands. ]
— ah, but. [ A devilish curl of kiss-wetted lips, long fingers tightening into the thick material of his coat where it lays across his shoulders to keep him pulled close. ] Keep the gloves on, if you want to.
no subject
Hands first.
[ Kizuna's kisses shallow only briefly to instruct Wriothesley on what he wants even as he cleaves to his desires just as easily. A gasped murmur, full of teeth and tongue as he pushes his hips into the other man's awaiting hands. ]
— ah, but. [ A devilish curl of kiss-wetted lips, long fingers tightening into the thick material of his coat where it lays across his shoulders to keep him pulled close. ] Keep the gloves on, if you want to.