[As Neuvillette shrugs off the layers of clothing that Wriothesley has already finished unfastening, he takes the moment to do the same. His upper body is bare this way, save for the leather wrapped on his neck and arms -- save for his gloves. His hands resume unfastening the last layer of Neuvillette's shirt.
With his torso bared to the other man, Wriothesley spares the briefest thought for the scars only seen by Sigewinne as she patched him up each time. She had seen most of them back when they were fresh injuries -- several of them in quite dangerous places. He's been hurt many times, had people attempt to kill him in the Pankration ring back before the fights had any rules. By all rights, even though he isn't self-conscious about how he appears, Wriothesley shouldn't be willing to let himself be this vulnerable. And yet, he is. If Neuvillette wanted to cause him serious harm, he is incredibly aware of how easily it could be done. Aware of just how much trust he had given the Iudex without question.
Aware as he is of these things though, they're far from what's on his mind. Especially when Neuvillette grabs him -- when he turns them and Wriothesley's back comes to rest against the recently discarded soft robes. Being trapped like this sends such a thrill down his spine that Wriothesley's breath catches audibly, eyes dark with clear desire. His gaze -- that had shifted to the expanse of bare skin he could see beyond the remaining layer Neuvillette still wore -- is caught by the raise of the man's hand. The breath he takes is shaky when Neuvillette removes the one glove with his teeth -- teeth that Wriothesley wanted to feel more of on his skin. He does take notice of the shining mark on Neuvillette's palm... but his focus is entirely elsewhere.
The muscles in his stomach flex briefly -- involuntarily -- at the unfamiliar feeling of skin on skin, at the way it felt to be touched like this. Without thought as the touch trails up his body, as he feels his back slightly arch into the touch, his own hands lift -- rest on Neuvillette's waist beneath the fabric of his shirt. He had to touch him -- wanted so badly to feel more of him -- and callused hands wander idly.
There's a shiver to his breath as Neuvillette's touch brushes his neck, brushes his lips. The feeling was so remarkably different from every touch previous, callused skin instead of smooth gloves, and Wriothesley found he wanted more. Not just this night, no, but any time they could be alone together. When Neuvillette's other hand finds his thigh, Wriothesley is as cooperative and quick as back when he'd been guided into the Iudex's lap, leg wrapped securely around him -- shifting against the other man's clothes as he settles.
'Piercings dull sensation', someone had told him once... but oh how wrong they had been. Neuvillette's teeth on his ear is easily enough to pull a faltering gasp from him, to cause his hands which had trailed to the middle of Neuvillette's back to flex, fingernails pressing into skin. Wriothesley's lips part only just at the touch to his lips, and he has enough time to understand what Neuvillette demands of him.
Easily his mouth opens enough to allow callused fingers to slip inside, eyelids fluttering only half open. The taste of him then draws a low sound from his chest, pleased as he shifts -- as he slowly works Neuvillette's fingers deeper into his mouth with an ease that would've surprised even him if he were capable of thinking about that right now. He's rather content to start off slowly with the whole thing, sucking gently enough for now -- tongue caressing the length of the other man's fingers. He pauses to focus briefly on his fingertips as he pulls back before he once again takes him fully into his mouth once more.
There's a sly glint to his eyes as he moves. He would slowly get faster as he moved... but he wanted to build anticipation -- to indicate just what Neuvillette could look forward to, if he desired.]
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[As Neuvillette shrugs off the layers of clothing that Wriothesley has already finished unfastening, he takes the moment to do the same. His upper body is bare this way, save for the leather wrapped on his neck and arms -- save for his gloves. His hands resume unfastening the last layer of Neuvillette's shirt.
With his torso bared to the other man, Wriothesley spares the briefest thought for the scars only seen by Sigewinne as she patched him up each time. She had seen most of them back when they were fresh injuries -- several of them in quite dangerous places. He's been hurt many times, had people attempt to kill him in the Pankration ring back before the fights had any rules. By all rights, even though he isn't self-conscious about how he appears, Wriothesley shouldn't be willing to let himself be this vulnerable. And yet, he is. If Neuvillette wanted to cause him serious harm, he is incredibly aware of how easily it could be done. Aware of just how much trust he had given the Iudex without question.
Aware as he is of these things though, they're far from what's on his mind. Especially when Neuvillette grabs him -- when he turns them and Wriothesley's back comes to rest against the recently discarded soft robes. Being trapped like this sends such a thrill down his spine that Wriothesley's breath catches audibly, eyes dark with clear desire. His gaze -- that had shifted to the expanse of bare skin he could see beyond the remaining layer Neuvillette still wore -- is caught by the raise of the man's hand. The breath he takes is shaky when Neuvillette removes the one glove with his teeth -- teeth that Wriothesley wanted to feel more of on his skin. He does take notice of the shining mark on Neuvillette's palm... but his focus is entirely elsewhere.
The muscles in his stomach flex briefly -- involuntarily -- at the unfamiliar feeling of skin on skin, at the way it felt to be touched like this. Without thought as the touch trails up his body, as he feels his back slightly arch into the touch, his own hands lift -- rest on Neuvillette's waist beneath the fabric of his shirt. He had to touch him -- wanted so badly to feel more of him -- and callused hands wander idly.
There's a shiver to his breath as Neuvillette's touch brushes his neck, brushes his lips. The feeling was so remarkably different from every touch previous, callused skin instead of smooth gloves, and Wriothesley found he wanted more. Not just this night, no, but any time they could be alone together. When Neuvillette's other hand finds his thigh, Wriothesley is as cooperative and quick as back when he'd been guided into the Iudex's lap, leg wrapped securely around him -- shifting against the other man's clothes as he settles.
'Piercings dull sensation', someone had told him once... but oh how wrong they had been. Neuvillette's teeth on his ear is easily enough to pull a faltering gasp from him, to cause his hands which had trailed to the middle of Neuvillette's back to flex, fingernails pressing into skin. Wriothesley's lips part only just at the touch to his lips, and he has enough time to understand what Neuvillette demands of him.
Easily his mouth opens enough to allow callused fingers to slip inside, eyelids fluttering only half open. The taste of him then draws a low sound from his chest, pleased as he shifts -- as he slowly works Neuvillette's fingers deeper into his mouth with an ease that would've surprised even him if he were capable of thinking about that right now. He's rather content to start off slowly with the whole thing, sucking gently enough for now -- tongue caressing the length of the other man's fingers. He pauses to focus briefly on his fingertips as he pulls back before he once again takes him fully into his mouth once more.
There's a sly glint to his eyes as he moves. He would slowly get faster as he moved... but he wanted to build anticipation -- to indicate just what Neuvillette could look forward to, if he desired.]