[The tip is something he takes to heart, endeavoring not to overthink what he's doing, the way his lips and then tongue move against Wriothesley's. He's surprised by just how pleasant it does feel, his lips tingling, the feeling of Wriothesley's tongue. The closet is starting to feel strangely, uncomfortably warm.
His hands find their way to Wriothesley's chest, without his usual gloves and in their minimal 'clothing', skin easily finds skin.
His body suddenly reminds him that he's forgotten to breathe and he pulls away somewhat abruptly, the need to take a breath one sensation too many, making him feel strange and overwhelmed. He just needs a moment to catch his breath though he certainly has no desire to fully pull away from him, their lips still practically touching.
He tilts his head, breath shaky and quiet but in the closet, so close to Wriothesley, it's perfectly audible, perhaps he even feels it ghosting across his skin.]
You... were correct. That is... very pleasurable. Are you finding it enjoyable? [The very real possibility that he's not doing this right, that he may not be allowing Wriothesley to enjoy it properly, suddenly plagues his thoughts.]
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His hands find their way to Wriothesley's chest, without his usual gloves and in their minimal 'clothing', skin easily finds skin.
His body suddenly reminds him that he's forgotten to breathe and he pulls away somewhat abruptly, the need to take a breath one sensation too many, making him feel strange and overwhelmed. He just needs a moment to catch his breath though he certainly has no desire to fully pull away from him, their lips still practically touching.
He tilts his head, breath shaky and quiet but in the closet, so close to Wriothesley, it's perfectly audible, perhaps he even feels it ghosting across his skin.]
You... were correct. That is... very pleasurable. Are you finding it enjoyable? [The very real possibility that he's not doing this right, that he may not be allowing Wriothesley to enjoy it properly, suddenly plagues his thoughts.]