[ A tight vice was all he offers. No goading words, no vulnerabilities. This was simple. Wriothesley wanted him. He wanted Wriothesley. Lyney's selfless in ways, selfish in another and providing pleasure was a mutual benefit. He loved when his lover squirmed, made noises, praised him for a job well done... but most importantly, he just wanted to bring forth something good to this world for those he cares for.
The pressure to Lyney's throat tightens and every so often he slows his sucks to linger at Wriothesley's tip. His chest tightens in ways that make him wince, so he scoots closer between those muscular thighs to settle more.
It's sudden when his tongue drags in just the right way – earning a pawing Wriothesley to his hand. He abandons the grip of his base to lace fingers between Wriothesley's – oh how different their grasp was but they hold tight as Lyney pulls back enough to let him rest to his cheek, spit and pre mixed just underneath that bruise under his eye. ]
You're close. [ He knows, he's twitching against him. ] It's okay. We won't leave a mess. Consider it a – mmm, disappearing act.
[ Peppered kisses trail mid-length back to his tip, welcoming him back inside that warm embrace. Caution was for those concerned with following rules, but they shatter any Wriothesley wanted to obey and Lyney had to obey. Downing him, a little past mid-way until he gags harshly. Lyney doesn't pull away, instead silently inviting him to finish. ]
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The pressure to Lyney's throat tightens and every so often he slows his sucks to linger at Wriothesley's tip. His chest tightens in ways that make him wince, so he scoots closer between those muscular thighs to settle more.
It's sudden when his tongue drags in just the right way – earning a pawing Wriothesley to his hand. He abandons the grip of his base to lace fingers between Wriothesley's – oh how different their grasp was but they hold tight as Lyney pulls back enough to let him rest to his cheek, spit and pre mixed just underneath that bruise under his eye. ]
You're close. [ He knows, he's twitching against him. ] It's okay. We won't leave a mess. Consider it a – mmm, disappearing act.
[ Peppered kisses trail mid-length back to his tip, welcoming him back inside that warm embrace. Caution was for those concerned with following rules, but they shatter any Wriothesley wanted to obey and Lyney had to obey. Downing him, a little past mid-way until he gags harshly. Lyney doesn't pull away, instead silently inviting him to finish. ]