[ His cock twitches in Wriothesley's clothed grasp, skin sensitive to the texture of his gloves, the loose curl of his fingers beneath the material. Fingertips tightening against his shoulders, he rolls his hips into his grasp, wanton and eager. ]

I could feel it. [ Kizuna restlessly tips his head aside, baring the shivering slope of his neck to the other man for him to make out with. He's insatiable for his touch, the imprint of his words sinking into his skin. ] Every time you kept your eyes from straying to me, I felt it. Every time you wished someone else's hands were mine, I felt it...

[ And wasn't that the point of the game? To play and revel in the feelings of possession that run low in them both? ]

So, how does it feel to you? [ Now that they're linking, emotions aligned. ] Knowing that you'll always make your way back to me?