[ the moment wears on his patience in more ways than one. namely, in how heâs expected to sit there and parse through the manâs parlance while no longer actively resisting the pull of his soulâs wants. the desire to appease it simmers just under his skin, but the other has worn him thin enough that he doesnât even bother bargaining for a better place to fuckâso instead, he tries to refocus on the press of the otherâs cock against his own. itâs enough to draw a low hum from his throat as he pauses in mouthing at the manâs neck, gaze dropping instead to admire the tenting in the otherâs pants. ]
I said all your sweet talk and confessions certainly helped your case, didnât I? Wouldâve done wondersâif you hadnât sunk your teeth somewhere they werenât welcome. [ itâs not a final say, but more of a verbal pin; meant to offer more clarity, even if he doubts the man cares for it. still, the imprint keeps him grounded, keeps the mood teasing enough to keep bantering. ] But I donât think you know much about building anticipation if weâre just going to circle the same point over and over.
[ and to prove it: wriothesley lifts his head to meet the manâs gaze, slow and deliberate, before working his hips in a subtle roll that guides the probing finger past the tight ring of muscle with a quiet grunt. he grinds once against the otherâs cock, arms curling lazily around broad shoulders as he leans in. he doesnât need to say much when the look he gives is already doing the heavy liftingâeyes half-lidded, mouth parted in a sigh that says exactly where this is headed. ]
So go on. Prove your claim already. If you desire me so wholly tonight, then leave me just like you said my scent would: wanton and tempestuousâwasnât it?
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cw: aodh's formal speech almost killing the mood
I said all your sweet talk and confessions certainly helped your case, didnât I? Wouldâve done wondersâif you hadnât sunk your teeth somewhere they werenât welcome. [ itâs not a final say, but more of a verbal pin; meant to offer more clarity, even if he doubts the man cares for it. still, the imprint keeps him grounded, keeps the mood teasing enough to keep bantering. ] But I donât think you know much about building anticipation if weâre just going to circle the same point over and over.
[ and to prove it: wriothesley lifts his head to meet the manâs gaze, slow and deliberate, before working his hips in a subtle roll that guides the probing finger past the tight ring of muscle with a quiet grunt. he grinds once against the otherâs cock, arms curling lazily around broad shoulders as he leans in. he doesnât need to say much when the look he gives is already doing the heavy liftingâeyes half-lidded, mouth parted in a sigh that says exactly where this is headed. ]
So go on. Prove your claim already. If you desire me so wholly tonight, then leave me just like you said my scent would: wanton and tempestuousâwasnât it?