[ Red was a color that looked so good on his pale skin – heat on his cheeks, blush dancing across those rounded features under his eyes. Why did he have to turn the idea around...? Needing someone other than Lynette – feels wrong... but fuck, he can't lie to himself.
A hand replaces a hand and Lyney bucks up just enough, to cause that friction that causes coos past his lips. A relaxed hand moves to comb through Wriothesley's bangs, thumbing at one of his temple idly. Anxiously. ]
Color me flattered... someone with such a smug mouth wants to use it badly.
[ That back and forth resurfaces, the one that sparked this flame. It happens too quick, Lyney pouts and sputters his lips when he's free. He's modest, not too big or tiny for his size – but he's so stiff that there was nearly no give. Wriothesley works him hard enough to make him sit back, legs spreading wider and welcoming his efforts. Fingers knot at Wriothesley's hair with eagerness for more, silent as he lets the man lead. For now. ]
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A hand replaces a hand and Lyney bucks up just enough, to cause that friction that causes coos past his lips. A relaxed hand moves to comb through Wriothesley's bangs, thumbing at one of his temple idly. Anxiously. ]
Color me flattered... someone with such a smug mouth wants to use it badly.
[ That back and forth resurfaces, the one that sparked this flame. It happens too quick, Lyney pouts and sputters his lips when he's free. He's modest, not too big or tiny for his size – but he's so stiff that there was nearly no give. Wriothesley works him hard enough to make him sit back, legs spreading wider and welcoming his efforts. Fingers knot at Wriothesley's hair with eagerness for more, silent as he lets the man lead. For now. ]