[ Lyney's words are all it takes. The years of solitude catch up with him in one fell swoop; he's achingly hard now, cock twitching from within his slacks, no doubt felt against the inside of Lyney's pale slender thigh. Wriothesley doesn't usually want for company, finds his desires tempered within the day-to-day and all the tasks it brings, but now--now it all seems to come back on him with a vengeance, a longing that would surprise him if not for the haze spreading fast within his head.
They can't go further than this--he knows, he knows--but he can't help the soft needy grunt from deep within his throat or the way his hands wander, first up Lyney's thighs, up and over his back, then settling at either of his hips. He's so slight beneath the greater spread of Wriothesley's hands, so tiny, nearly feminine. Nothing like the men Wriothesley has been with until now. Lyney is so many firsts in a life that doesn't seem to have room for any more, so many exceptions in a time and place where those can never be. He couldn't make sense of it even if he wanted to--not with Lyney's tongue so sweet against his, not with the way his hips pitch lightly into the heat against him. ]
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They can't go further than this--he knows, he knows--but he can't help the soft needy grunt from deep within his throat or the way his hands wander, first up Lyney's thighs, up and over his back, then settling at either of his hips. He's so slight beneath the greater spread of Wriothesley's hands, so tiny, nearly feminine. Nothing like the men Wriothesley has been with until now. Lyney is so many firsts in a life that doesn't seem to have room for any more, so many exceptions in a time and place where those can never be. He couldn't make sense of it even if he wanted to--not with Lyney's tongue so sweet against his, not with the way his hips pitch lightly into the heat against him. ]