[He means to say something. To use actual words. What comes out is a shameless moan when he feels enamel against the sensitive skin of his neck. A shudder goes through his body and he inwardly curses how sensitive his neck was and how Neuvillette seemed to just attack it without even knowing.
Oh. He's so fucked. He's ruined. Neuvillette wasn't wrong in the least and he has no reason to deny the man either.] Y-Yeah. I guess they didn't. Kiss away then. [His voice is hoarse. Embarrassing. He's acting like a demure lady instead of the self assured warden he's supposed to be.
What's worse is he can't even mask the disappointed noise stuck in his throat when Neuvillette actually respects his wishes. Because his body wants more of those touches. Because he wants to touch the other in return.] Fuck. [This is the best/worst morning of his life. Wriothesley already knows that he will not last seven minutes without wanting to ravish the other, but he's trying anyways. Something about not mixing business and pleasure? What a lofty excuse since he has never cared for things like that in the first place.]
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Oh. He's so fucked. He's ruined. Neuvillette wasn't wrong in the least and he has no reason to deny the man either.] Y-Yeah. I guess they didn't. Kiss away then. [His voice is hoarse. Embarrassing. He's acting like a demure lady instead of the self assured warden he's supposed to be.
What's worse is he can't even mask the disappointed noise stuck in his throat when Neuvillette actually respects his wishes. Because his body wants more of those touches. Because he wants to touch the other in return.] Fuck. [This is the best/worst morning of his life. Wriothesley already knows that he will not last seven minutes without wanting to ravish the other, but he's trying anyways. Something about not mixing business and pleasure? What a lofty excuse since he has never cared for things like that in the first place.]