Rhy bites his lip, muffling a low grunt; his hips twitch, thighs tensing noticeably with resolute self-restraint as his breathing deepens and his eyelids drop.
"Saints, but you're so gorgeous, with your clever little tongue," he murmurs, thumb tracing the curve of Wilhelm's ear again, watching it turn red with his blush.
"I think I'd like to make you explode. Unable to contain yourself. I think Jesper would like to see it too."
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Rhy bites his lip, muffling a low grunt; his hips twitch, thighs tensing noticeably with resolute self-restraint as his breathing deepens and his eyelids drop.
"Saints, but you're so gorgeous, with your clever little tongue," he murmurs, thumb tracing the curve of Wilhelm's ear again, watching it turn red with his blush.
"I think I'd like to make you explode. Unable to contain yourself. I think Jesper would like to see it too."