[ Even if working with other inmates allowed him the coupons needed to send letters, keep his belly fed and his interests aligned – Lyney didn't need to turn tricks here. His focus had been Lynette, his sweet sister with perfume so subtle only he can pick up on it ... with skin delicate like porcelain but capable of taking the heat of his desires.
Until recently.
His attractions to Wriothesley was tea in a cup nearly bubbling over. Flirtations kept his interest, playing games and determined to best him. The glimpse of the Duke in his element in the ring sparked a physical attraction, where scars beg to be kissed and he thinks of stiffness and security above all else. Part of him knew no man had ever garnered his interest like the Duke and that card... was one being used against him.
Lyney can barely wrap one hand around Wriothesley like this and he's thankful for the assistance. Licking his own lips at their corner, the boy leans back only enough to let Wriothesley move and to show off his own state of spread thighs and a growing, modest shape in the front of his shorts.
Slowly, his fingers pull away to let Wriothesley work to free himself, unburdened by tension of too tight pants.
Lyney watches unashamed as he pulls himself out, even going as far as to tug Wriothesley's pants down a little bit further to help and to grip at his base again. ]
All of this because of me... hidden away and springing to life so beautifully. My, you know how to flatter a guy. [ That sickeningly sweet tone has Lyney laugh, a giggle half drunk on his desires. The boy scoots up just a little further, until his own shape still confined pins upwards against Wriothesley's cock – a soft grind, friction that his hand can't do by itself. ] Is your tongue and thumb all you wish for me to taste? Tell me.
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Until recently.
His attractions to Wriothesley was tea in a cup nearly bubbling over. Flirtations kept his interest, playing games and determined to best him. The glimpse of the Duke in his element in the ring sparked a physical attraction, where scars beg to be kissed and he thinks of stiffness and security above all else. Part of him knew no man had ever garnered his interest like the Duke and that card... was one being used against him.
Lyney can barely wrap one hand around Wriothesley like this and he's thankful for the assistance. Licking his own lips at their corner, the boy leans back only enough to let Wriothesley move and to show off his own state of spread thighs and a growing, modest shape in the front of his shorts.
Slowly, his fingers pull away to let Wriothesley work to free himself, unburdened by tension of too tight pants.
Lyney watches unashamed as he pulls himself out, even going as far as to tug Wriothesley's pants down a little bit further to help and to grip at his base again. ]
All of this because of me... hidden away and springing to life so beautifully. My, you know how to flatter a guy. [ That sickeningly sweet tone has Lyney laugh, a giggle half drunk on his desires. The boy scoots up just a little further, until his own shape still confined pins upwards against Wriothesley's cock – a soft grind, friction that his hand can't do by itself. ] Is your tongue and thumb all you wish for me to taste? Tell me.