Yes, Wriothesley? [The two words, the way his name rolls off his tongue, it sounds practically pornographic. His voice deeper than usual, rough with desire. He barely recognizes it.
He feels Wriothesley's hesitation, his hands against his chest, but he just smells so unbelievably good. He doesn't want to pull away.]
Tell me what you want. [The demand comes out differently than intended. 'Do you want this' is what he'd meant to say. No. This is better. He wants Wriothesley to tell him what he wants. He nuzzles into his hair, inhaling as he slips a hand into Wriothesley's open robe, fingers brushing over his skin, hungry to explore more of him.]
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He feels Wriothesley's hesitation, his hands against his chest, but he just smells so unbelievably good. He doesn't want to pull away.]
Tell me what you want. [The demand comes out differently than intended. 'Do you want this' is what he'd meant to say. No. This is better. He wants Wriothesley to tell him what he wants. He nuzzles into his hair, inhaling as he slips a hand into Wriothesley's open robe, fingers brushing over his skin, hungry to explore more of him.]