His smile is like a secret that he's only sharing with Rhy. All coy glances and pink cheeks, he laughs into the kiss he crowns Rhy's cock with. It's not exactly a yes, but it's not a no either. He would be thinking about it now, there was no helping it. Jesper and Rhy both possess such persuasive tongues, too...
There was no helping that either.
Soaking up all the little signs of Rhy's pleasure, tipsy from it, Wilhelm wraps his lips around the tip of Rhy's cock. He sucks on it, smothers it with his tongue. He hums a sigh as if the pleasure prickling under Rhy's skin is his own. One hand pulls at Rhy's trousers, still tangled around his thighs; the other pets his shaft, strokes like light skimming water.
As he bobs down — not yet filling his mouth, but testing out Rhy's girth the way you dip your toes in the pool first — his eyes flutter up to measure his reaction.
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There was no helping that either.
Soaking up all the little signs of Rhy's pleasure, tipsy from it, Wilhelm wraps his lips around the tip of Rhy's cock. He sucks on it, smothers it with his tongue. He hums a sigh as if the pleasure prickling under Rhy's skin is his own. One hand pulls at Rhy's trousers, still tangled around his thighs; the other pets his shaft, strokes like light skimming water.
As he bobs down — not yet filling his mouth, but testing out Rhy's girth the way you dip your toes in the pool first — his eyes flutter up to measure his reaction.