[ Day-to-day keeps things busy... but at night? Lyney wondered if Wriothesley was lonely. Not in the same way he was – just if all work and no play had done a number on the Duke. The nights are what gets Lyney the most... how big the bed feels and how empty it feels. It's why their cardgame lingered on his mind, why he tried that silly tea so different than the blends Lynette made him...
It's only now that he realizes the company the Duke offered wasn't as bad as he thought.
Panting embraces, quick heartbeats were nothing now that they could feel how the other reacts. They're both stiff, unable to lie to themselves. Lyney presses down, his back slouching back into the edge of the desk to tug Wriothesley further into him. The kiss continues, at least another handful of minutes.
He's not sure where he wants those hands to settle but the slight wave of his body actively trying to rut down into that lap doesn't fight the hold on his hips. Wriothesley, most likely, could nearly touch his hands together in that grip. He's secure, safe, and guarded. He allows the Duke to touch him as he sees fit.
But... budding attractions won't be enough for them both to act out so crassly past this. All they do is ache in their pants for one another, bodies full of want and hearts full of conflict. Their mind stops things from going deeper – but Lyney still kisses with such a command it was hard to pull back.
It's only fair.
He wants to sink his teeth into Wriothesley's neck, unbuckle his pants and forget so many things but... Lyney has to be reasonable. Right? ]
You don't have to.
[ Touch him, kiss him, care about him – so many things unsaid with those hazed eyes vulnerable and lips raw. ]
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It's only now that he realizes the company the Duke offered wasn't as bad as he thought.
Panting embraces, quick heartbeats were nothing now that they could feel how the other reacts. They're both stiff, unable to lie to themselves. Lyney presses down, his back slouching back into the edge of the desk to tug Wriothesley further into him. The kiss continues, at least another handful of minutes.
He's not sure where he wants those hands to settle but the slight wave of his body actively trying to rut down into that lap doesn't fight the hold on his hips. Wriothesley, most likely, could nearly touch his hands together in that grip. He's secure, safe, and guarded. He allows the Duke to touch him as he sees fit.
But... budding attractions won't be enough for them both to act out so crassly past this. All they do is ache in their pants for one another, bodies full of want and hearts full of conflict. Their mind stops things from going deeper – but Lyney still kisses with such a command it was hard to pull back.
It's only fair.
He wants to sink his teeth into Wriothesley's neck, unbuckle his pants and forget so many things but... Lyney has to be reasonable. Right? ]
You don't have to.
[ Touch him, kiss him, care about him – so many things unsaid with those hazed eyes vulnerable and lips raw. ]
You know that, right?