[ Lyney has it right--he's accepting of it, what with his sultry promise of what's to come and the way he takes him back in--and it only takes a few more bobs of his head, a few more gags on his cock before Wriothesley finishes. He swears he sees white with it, swears that for a moment nothing else exists but Lyney and himself and the warm mouth taking his load, every thick spurt paired with a twitch of his dick.
He practically sags in the chair when it's over, breath heaving, eyes closed. But the recovery is a brief one--he doesn't want to keep this to himself, wants to share it with Lyney, wants him close again. He opens his eyes, hazy, searching him out, hoping to kiss him. ]
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He practically sags in the chair when it's over, breath heaving, eyes closed. But the recovery is a brief one--he doesn't want to keep this to himself, wants to share it with Lyney, wants him close again. He opens his eyes, hazy, searching him out, hoping to kiss him. ]