[ He nods his answer lightly, switching back to his prior rhythm, mouth moving back and forth slickly. He's ready for what Lyney wants to give him, to swallow everything down in one fell swoop, to feel the boy straining and trembling beneath him. He's ready, more than anything, to see the mask slip a little.
Because it's beautiful having Lyney like this: raw, unfiltered, unscripted. Does he have any idea how enticing he is like that, how alluring it is when he has to search for his words instead of having them prepared ten steps ahead? Wriothesley doesn't think Lyney does know--so he imparts the thought upon him silently, rewards him for his honesty with the movements of his mouth and hand. ]
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Because it's beautiful having Lyney like this: raw, unfiltered, unscripted. Does he have any idea how enticing he is like that, how alluring it is when he has to search for his words instead of having them prepared ten steps ahead? Wriothesley doesn't think Lyney does know--so he imparts the thought upon him silently, rewards him for his honesty with the movements of his mouth and hand. ]