[ Transfixed he watches as Lyney gets to his knees, cock twitching, head swimming. Though he doesn't like the boy terming his mouth "usable"--Lyney isn't to be used, passing and small as it is--he said this was Lyney's call, and Lyney seems to be decided. He cards a careful hand through Lyney's pale hair, not urging him but feeling him, keeping the physical connection between them alive in as many points and places as he can.
"Keep this going with me." If Lyney wants that, Wriothesley is only too happy to give it to him--he swallows thickly, nodding, finally offering up what Lyney asked him for. ]
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"Keep this going with me." If Lyney wants that, Wriothesley is only too happy to give it to him--he swallows thickly, nodding, finally offering up what Lyney asked him for. ]
...Please.