[ All he feels is heat from someone he thought was so cold. So locked away and out of reach but his grasp has him in a vice. Aching against the flesh like handcuffs, his cock smothered by the embrace gifted. Sinking further into the chair, the boy can't stay still. His knees want to clamp shut, his hips buck up, and his hands can't help but comb right back into Wriothesley's scalp.
Every time his eyes flutter... he thinks of this man, focused on his duty and desires. There is no Lynette, no one else but him – and maybe in the morning he'll find that terrifying.
Wriothesley may be overworked at times, but there's a new life in his eyes Lyney can't recall seeing. They just stare at one another, the boy's lip trembling between his own teeth. Words failed him but now... he uses them like an ace. ]
You're – good at this. You want to be good at this, for me, huh? [ But, every time he tries to be slick and provide some power between them – Wriothesley wrangles it back by hitting a sweet spot. ] N-Nnn... fuck. Right there. It – It felt so good.
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Every time his eyes flutter... he thinks of this man, focused on his duty and desires. There is no Lynette, no one else but him – and maybe in the morning he'll find that terrifying.
Wriothesley may be overworked at times, but there's a new life in his eyes Lyney can't recall seeing. They just stare at one another, the boy's lip trembling between his own teeth. Words failed him but now... he uses them like an ace. ]
You're – good at this. You want to be good at this, for me, huh? [ But, every time he tries to be slick and provide some power between them – Wriothesley wrangles it back by hitting a sweet spot. ] N-Nnn... fuck. Right there. It – It felt so good.