[It feels like Wriothesley's groan courses through him, sending a wave of intense heat and need. Wriothesley parts his lips and he wants to consume him, overwhelm him, claim him. Tilting his head he presses harder into the kiss, pushing Wriothesley back to pin him against something. The shelves he backs him into rattle, something soft tumbling off it and onto the ground beside them. He doesn't hesitate to push his tongue past Wriothesley's lips, his own groan closer to a growl.
Like the bite, he'd never expect the feeling of someone else's fingers carding into his hair would feel so good. This time the noise he makes is nothing like a growl, it's a moan, needy and lewd sounding to his own ears. It's almost enough to make him stop but this time the desire not to part from Wriothesley wins out.
His careful self-control slips further as he gives himself over to instinct, trailing his hands down Wriothesley's chest.]
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Like the bite, he'd never expect the feeling of someone else's fingers carding into his hair would feel so good. This time the noise he makes is nothing like a growl, it's a moan, needy and lewd sounding to his own ears. It's almost enough to make him stop but this time the desire not to part from Wriothesley wins out.
His careful self-control slips further as he gives himself over to instinct, trailing his hands down Wriothesley's chest.]