[ Another breathless moan as his head falls back against the pillow and his eyes flutter closed. His movements are slow, lazy and almost sluggish, but he tugs Wriothesley with him until the man is sprawled across his chest and he can drag him down for a slow, sensual kiss.
And props his knee up, so Wriothesley is now straddling his thigh more firmly. ]
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And props his knee up, so Wriothesley is now straddling his thigh more firmly. ]
The feeling is mutual, at least.