[ Lyney's only too right--this 'smug mouth' of his would like to be put to work, and it happens in small measures at first: a kiss at the pale sweep of his thigh, then at the head of his cock, the underside. He metes out fragmented suggestions of what's to come as he pumps Lyney with a firm, gentle fist, enjoys the drag of fingers through his hair.
Before, he never liked or disliked doing this. It was, more often than not, a matter of necessity. As far as he can remember, anyhow. But now he finds he's enjoying it, losing himself to it, wanting to do it right for Lyney. If there are any reservations left to speak of, they've fallen apart before the desire Lyney provokes in him, the weight and shape of his dick, his scent, the way he bucks and fidgets. Wriothesley doesn't know who he's drawing this out for more--for himself, or for the boy whose legs he's sat between. Perhaps he's assumed the role Lyney usually takes; this is his show, moving at his pace.
But now he'd like to move on to the next act. With his hand at the base of Lyney's cock, he takes his cock into his mouth, closing his eyes. He holds that position for a moment, holds him there in his mouth with his tongue cradling the shaft--then he moves, head bobbing just slightly, taking him back and forth in small passes to start. ]
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Before, he never liked or disliked doing this. It was, more often than not, a matter of necessity. As far as he can remember, anyhow. But now he finds he's enjoying it, losing himself to it, wanting to do it right for Lyney. If there are any reservations left to speak of, they've fallen apart before the desire Lyney provokes in him, the weight and shape of his dick, his scent, the way he bucks and fidgets. Wriothesley doesn't know who he's drawing this out for more--for himself, or for the boy whose legs he's sat between. Perhaps he's assumed the role Lyney usually takes; this is his show, moving at his pace.
But now he'd like to move on to the next act. With his hand at the base of Lyney's cock, he takes his cock into his mouth, closing his eyes. He holds that position for a moment, holds him there in his mouth with his tongue cradling the shaft--then he moves, head bobbing just slightly, taking him back and forth in small passes to start. ]