[ How can he drag his gaze away? Wriothesley had done well to make those bad feelings, bitter and sour on his mind, fade away. Every bit of attention feels honest, feels wanted. For all Lyney could surmise, he could have been bent over the desk, taken and left wanting. Wriothesley was kind with how quickly he goes to show Lyney pleasure. Each squeeze wrangles a twitch from his cock and whimper past his lips.
Two hands replace one, cupping the back of the man's head but never guiding him. The discomfort of stepping back and letting someone have their spotlight instead... he's only allowed that with Lynette. ]
Damn you, Wriothesley... This mouth...
[ Huffing like a brat, he just laughs – disbelief that something could feel as good as this. The teasing was one thing, but now as Wriothesley takes him with each small drop – his stomach feels hollow. It's so damn hard to stay still. ]
Don't stop. Please.
[ Again, a soft beg – only for Wriothesley, for the man who can cure this loneliness and frustration. ]
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Two hands replace one, cupping the back of the man's head but never guiding him. The discomfort of stepping back and letting someone have their spotlight instead... he's only allowed that with Lynette. ]
Damn you, Wriothesley... This mouth...
[ Huffing like a brat, he just laughs – disbelief that something could feel as good as this. The teasing was one thing, but now as Wriothesley takes him with each small drop – his stomach feels hollow. It's so damn hard to stay still. ]
Don't stop. Please.
[ Again, a soft beg – only for Wriothesley, for the man who can cure this loneliness and frustration. ]