[Wriothesley's eyes flutter closed as he presses closer, grinding down against Sylvain's thigh. It's no surprise that the boxer was also hard.]
Do you want me to stop then? I can stop. [He won't. He was already slipping a hand into Sylvain's boxers so he can wrap fingers around the redhead's length so he can start stroking them without cloth in the way.] Tea isn't going ahhnywhere...
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Date: 2024-06-15 01:29 pm (UTC)Do you want me to stop then? I can stop. [He won't. He was already slipping a hand into Sylvain's boxers so he can wrap fingers around the redhead's length so he can start stroking them without cloth in the way.] Tea isn't going ahhnywhere...