[ He has only been the one to nudge forward. Protect his twin, shower her with intimacy and let her navigate her feelings and attractions. The fire between them was burning ā a necessity to keep each other alive, to keep them from growing frigid and cold to the world. Butā¦ what Wriothesley gives him here was similar ā but Lyney has never been on the receiving end. Itāsā¦ different.
Protection, vows unsaid and need on the tip of his tongue. Lyney was ready to be thrown into solitary, to make the choice so Wriothesley didnāt need to. Stop chasing Father, stop saving him when he didnāt need to be savedā¦
Pulled from the maw of a wolf ready to devour what could hurt their pack, even their own. Lyney doesnāt know what happens in the next few seconds that frees him momentarily but that kiss was welcomed again.
A coward, he decides, but he doesnāt care. Lyney thumbs softly at the cheek of his ārivalā, his other hand fumbling down between them. A palm to Wriothesleyās chest, curling his tie around his wrist to keep him kissing. Slow, thoughtful, but just as distracting as the brutish force Lyney took first.
Between their kiss, Lyney speaks ā lust crept in the back of his throat and voice a little more haggard. ]
You taste ā [ Deep turns into a flutter of his lips, tongue curling against Wriothesleyās lips. ] ā so good.
[ He babbles, charm not working in his favor for his usual set of dirty talk but it works enough. Heās stiff in his pants, aching for relief but they arenāt there yet. Lyney can see that much. ]
Donāt stop.
[ That was all he could fathom before tugging him into that deep kiss once more. ]
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Protection, vows unsaid and need on the tip of his tongue. Lyney was ready to be thrown into solitary, to make the choice so Wriothesley didnāt need to. Stop chasing Father, stop saving him when he didnāt need to be savedā¦
Pulled from the maw of a wolf ready to devour what could hurt their pack, even their own. Lyney doesnāt know what happens in the next few seconds that frees him momentarily but that kiss was welcomed again.
A coward, he decides, but he doesnāt care. Lyney thumbs softly at the cheek of his ārivalā, his other hand fumbling down between them. A palm to Wriothesleyās chest, curling his tie around his wrist to keep him kissing. Slow, thoughtful, but just as distracting as the brutish force Lyney took first.
Between their kiss, Lyney speaks ā lust crept in the back of his throat and voice a little more haggard. ]
You taste ā [ Deep turns into a flutter of his lips, tongue curling against Wriothesleyās lips. ] ā so good.
[ He babbles, charm not working in his favor for his usual set of dirty talk but it works enough. Heās stiff in his pants, aching for relief but they arenāt there yet. Lyney can see that much. ]
Donāt stop.
[ That was all he could fathom before tugging him into that deep kiss once more. ]