[ They seemed fortunate to care less about the mess and more about keeping things clean. Tongues chase one another, lips graze and force rough for more. Always more, it feels. Where Wriothesley is thinking of what's next, Lyney's stuck on now. Cologne, spit, cum, soft texture of a tie – all of his senses in overdrive. His chest still stings, ribs tender but Wriothesley is slow and soft.
So, imagine when their lips part and instead, the set changes. A new act, a new scene – and Lyney moves on autopilot. Crawling into the chair just as slouched, thighs spread and stomach a bundle of excitement he can't hide. Lyney's cock was pitifully hard, aching so apparent, so clear even under his clothes. ]
What a view, Your Grace. Heh.
[ Lyney whispers breathlessly, a hand quick to palm at himself through layers. ]
It'll make for good thoughts when I'm in my bed alone. [ Close to what it was – the vision before him was far better than any fantasy. A soft little groan slips past his lips, anxious as he was for more. ] You have a responsibility to your inmates to take care of them, do you not? When they need you most?
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So, imagine when their lips part and instead, the set changes. A new act, a new scene – and Lyney moves on autopilot. Crawling into the chair just as slouched, thighs spread and stomach a bundle of excitement he can't hide. Lyney's cock was pitifully hard, aching so apparent, so clear even under his clothes. ]
What a view, Your Grace. Heh.
[ Lyney whispers breathlessly, a hand quick to palm at himself through layers. ]
It'll make for good thoughts when I'm in my bed alone. [ Close to what it was – the vision before him was far better than any fantasy. A soft little groan slips past his lips, anxious as he was for more. ] You have a responsibility to your inmates to take care of them, do you not? When they need you most?