[ Though his body wants nothing more than to trudge over to the couch and fall asleep straight away, there are more important things at hand--Lyney's kiss, namely. Just as he had imagined, Wriothesley can taste himself on the boy's lips and tongue, and that alone chases away any urges for rest, spurring forth thoughts for what comes next. He wants Lyney to feel every bit as good as he did, wants to taste Lyney next, wants him coming undone under his hands and mouth. When they part, he kisses at Lyney's jaw, nudging gently against his ear to whisper soft and low. ]
Switch with me.
[ He's out of the chair soon after, pushing a hand through his own hair, getting to his knees. It's been a while since he's done this, but he's eager--he only hopes Lyney will enjoy it as much as he's willing to give it. ]
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Switch with me.
[ He's out of the chair soon after, pushing a hand through his own hair, getting to his knees. It's been a while since he's done this, but he's eager--he only hopes Lyney will enjoy it as much as he's willing to give it. ]