[ He has a mind for something better than applause when this is all over; already he thinks of the shape in Lyney's slacks pressed hot and stiff against him only moments ago, the image in his mind driving forth the heat set low in his abdomen and the bloom of pleasure in his cock when Lyney parts his lips and takes him. It's been so long--too long--since anyone did this for him, and god, he wants nothing more than to watch, but for now his head tilts back and his eyes fall shut with the feeling. He goes on stroking Lyney's hair, exhaling heavy, the ever-groaning pipes blissfully muted below the slick wet sounds of Lyney's tongue working him over.
When he finally does piece together the control to get a look at Lyney, the sight is viselike, hypnotic: his dick, dark and veined with arousal, disappearing past Lyney's soft pink lips in slow passes. Something base within him wonders if Lyney can take all of him--he's so small, so slight, so dainty it doesn't even seem like he should be capable of anything lewd. At the same time, it suits him, looks so perfectly right as he takes Wriothesley's cock like this. ]
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When he finally does piece together the control to get a look at Lyney, the sight is viselike, hypnotic: his dick, dark and veined with arousal, disappearing past Lyney's soft pink lips in slow passes. Something base within him wonders if Lyney can take all of him--he's so small, so slight, so dainty it doesn't even seem like he should be capable of anything lewd. At the same time, it suits him, looks so perfectly right as he takes Wriothesley's cock like this. ]