( he should stop it here, before it goes too far too quickly — everything in neuvillette wants to uphold propriety, to kiss him and have it be enough. but the intensifying flare of imprinting and the pleasantness that soothes the growing prickly frustration within him is addictive. it calms the soul within him, but awakens something more at the same time, rousing emotions that he had long thought were gone with how deeply they had been buried.
the simmer of want, the edge of yearning surprises him, as does the way he's practically pushing him down on the mattress, eyes dark. he is too clothed and too cold at the same time, and he makes a soft noise, urging wriothesley to find him, to touch him despite all these frustrating layers. when they find skin, he jumps a little, startled by the blossom of pleasure that unfurls in his chest.
he's not entirely sure it's just the imprinting, not when his heart races at the low, velvet murmur of his name on his tongue. it's different, wanting, and the pace of wriothesley's heart twines with his own. he can feel those hips up against his, too, the heat of him far too inviting for neuvillette to resist, the moan going right down to his newly-awakened libido. he kisses him again before breaking it quickly, pressing his cheek to his as he fights to maintain control of himself, his hand tightening on wriothesley's hip. )
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the simmer of want, the edge of yearning surprises him, as does the way he's practically pushing him down on the mattress, eyes dark. he is too clothed and too cold at the same time, and he makes a soft noise, urging wriothesley to find him, to touch him despite all these frustrating layers. when they find skin, he jumps a little, startled by the blossom of pleasure that unfurls in his chest.
he's not entirely sure it's just the imprinting, not when his heart races at the low, velvet murmur of his name on his tongue. it's different, wanting, and the pace of wriothesley's heart twines with his own. he can feel those hips up against his, too, the heat of him far too inviting for neuvillette to resist, the moan going right down to his newly-awakened libido. he kisses him again before breaking it quickly, pressing his cheek to his as he fights to maintain control of himself, his hand tightening on wriothesley's hip. )
Tell me to stop.