Oh, I do. ( a breathless, pleased proclamation of what he likes — and to know that wriothesley will take pains to keep it up just for him has him warm with delight and anticipation. in all of his years of spending time with wriothesley, neuvillette had carefully avoided thinking about him in less than decent ways: it will not do to desecrate his special, personal relationship with the duke of meropide so, especially when is the chief justice, whose sole duty is impartiality for the sake of fontaine's people.
but here and now, there are many new developments that unfurl, and one of them is the privilege of hearing wriothesley's frank confessions, to speak of his own growing feelings for the duke freely, and to have the reins slip from his need to constantly be proper. the hunger in neuvillette's eyes is obvious when he watches the young man grips the barrel of his cock with that hand, watching the thick shaft jutting so proudly in his hand.
he ought to be the one touching it, to take it into his mouth and watch him unravel as he suckles every drop from the heavy, taut balls that hang underneath his cock. wriothesley truly is a magnificent specimen of a man, and an enthralled neuvillette admires him and how his body is flushed with arousal, almost burning with it. he stretches languidly, showing off the bruises he knows are forming, and he allows his fingers to slick up with hydro-lubricant, slippery and copious, only to gently push one finger into the puckered rim of his hole, easing the tight muscle to go deeper. )
Maybe this will help.
( emboldened with lust, neuvillette bats his hand away from his cock with his own, his own gaze glittering. in another swift move, he hitches both his thighs up to his shoulders, pulling him upward so he can press his nose to his taint and feel the tickle of his pubes. deep breath, so he can memorize that heady, manly musk, and feel his cock and balls bounce. his finger goes in deep in a single stroke, and the burning heat of that sheath around him makes his cocks twitch against the other man's lower back. )
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but here and now, there are many new developments that unfurl, and one of them is the privilege of hearing wriothesley's frank confessions, to speak of his own growing feelings for the duke freely, and to have the reins slip from his need to constantly be proper. the hunger in neuvillette's eyes is obvious when he watches the young man grips the barrel of his cock with that hand, watching the thick shaft jutting so proudly in his hand.
he ought to be the one touching it, to take it into his mouth and watch him unravel as he suckles every drop from the heavy, taut balls that hang underneath his cock. wriothesley truly is a magnificent specimen of a man, and an enthralled neuvillette admires him and how his body is flushed with arousal, almost burning with it. he stretches languidly, showing off the bruises he knows are forming, and he allows his fingers to slick up with hydro-lubricant, slippery and copious, only to gently push one finger into the puckered rim of his hole, easing the tight muscle to go deeper. )
Maybe this will help.
( emboldened with lust, neuvillette bats his hand away from his cock with his own, his own gaze glittering. in another swift move, he hitches both his thighs up to his shoulders, pulling him upward so he can press his nose to his taint and feel the tickle of his pubes. deep breath, so he can memorize that heady, manly musk, and feel his cock and balls bounce. his finger goes in deep in a single stroke, and the burning heat of that sheath around him makes his cocks twitch against the other man's lower back. )
You're clenching so tightly around my finger.