[ He does want to be good at this for Lyney, wants to tease more of those warm bumbling words from him. He's not afraid to want to please his partner; he craves the pleasure in Lyney every bit as much as Lyney himself does, all the things that speak desire. The urge to undo him coaxes him forward until the crown of Lyney's cock touches his throat and his lips reach the absolute bottom of Lyney's length, and he holds him there, swallows around him, purrs softly with all his praises. If Lyney wants to fuck into his mouth like this, he's only too happy to let him--if he wants to cum like this, all the better, Wriothesley thinks through the thick haze that clouds his mind.
Anything. Anything at all. As long as it feels good--as long as it keeps Lyney like this for him, hands in his hair, legs trembling at either side of him. ]
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Anything. Anything at all. As long as it feels good--as long as it keeps Lyney like this for him, hands in his hair, legs trembling at either side of him. ]