[ It was a performance, sure – but he's honest with his wants. To taste Wriothesley means he so willingly accepted him and the attention they both want. The interest, the longing... It happens suddenly and Lyney tenses up, gulping loud – swallowing harder. His mouth stays latched, tongue cradling the underside of his shaft before pulling away with only spit connecting them.
There's a soft, labored pant past the boy's lips his knees pressing deeper to lean up and before Wriothesley can feel lost in this arousal, Lyney tugs him down. Gripping onto his tie and giving him the kiss they both so desperately want. ]
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There's a soft, labored pant past the boy's lips his knees pressing deeper to lean up and before Wriothesley can feel lost in this arousal, Lyney tugs him down. Gripping onto his tie and giving him the kiss they both so desperately want. ]