( his wriothesley is lost. lost within the extended boundaries of their lovemaking, the riptide of their mutual desires and neuvillette's burgeoning, quiet domination, drawing forth wriothesley's submission and guiding him to open up and trust, to cast his thoughts and care aside and to feel and experience everything that the iudex can offer him.
and he has succeeded a little too well at this, when he leads him into his third (fourth?) orgasm, wringing thick streaks of cum from him while neuvillette buries his own seed deep inside his yielding body. the thick coil of pleasure embraces them both, but neuvillette retains his awareness, anchoring them both to this moment. he calls his name softly, gently, and feels... pleasant, set afloat. a blissful, glorious warmth and oblivion of complete surrender.
his. wriothesley is now all his.
he nuzzles him then, pleased by the gift of wriothesley's complete trust. it is a precious thing, fragile like butterfly wings and yet endlessly beautiful, and he grasps his hands to draw it back to himself. hold on to him, dearest, and he will see you through.
neuvillette croons soft praise in their native tongue, reverent and affectionate. he moves slowly this time, massaging the distension of his belly in deliberate circles, reminding him of just who he belongs to. he leans down to kiss him deeply, right before he pulls out of him, masking the abrupt emptiness with firm manhandling, urging him onto his hands and knees.
easy. easy, he has you. neuvillette trails kisses and soft licks from nape down the curve of his spine, right to the small of his back, before he's spreading his asscheeks to let all of that cum ooze out of his hole and down, down his ballsac and thighs to the mattress. )
What a mess you've made.
( is all he says before his tongue slides right into that hole, lapping the rest out of him and soothing that tight, tight channel. )
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and he has succeeded a little too well at this, when he leads him into his third (fourth?) orgasm, wringing thick streaks of cum from him while neuvillette buries his own seed deep inside his yielding body. the thick coil of pleasure embraces them both, but neuvillette retains his awareness, anchoring them both to this moment. he calls his name softly, gently, and feels... pleasant, set afloat. a blissful, glorious warmth and oblivion of complete surrender.
his. wriothesley is now all his.
he nuzzles him then, pleased by the gift of wriothesley's complete trust. it is a precious thing, fragile like butterfly wings and yet endlessly beautiful, and he grasps his hands to draw it back to himself. hold on to him, dearest, and he will see you through.
neuvillette croons soft praise in their native tongue, reverent and affectionate. he moves slowly this time, massaging the distension of his belly in deliberate circles, reminding him of just who he belongs to. he leans down to kiss him deeply, right before he pulls out of him, masking the abrupt emptiness with firm manhandling, urging him onto his hands and knees.
easy. easy, he has you. neuvillette trails kisses and soft licks from nape down the curve of his spine, right to the small of his back, before he's spreading his asscheeks to let all of that cum ooze out of his hole and down, down his ballsac and thighs to the mattress. )
What a mess you've made.
( is all he says before his tongue slides right into that hole, lapping the rest out of him and soothing that tight, tight channel. )