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Kleken

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[armwriostle]

[He really is thankful that the other seems to either not think much of his actions or was playing dumb for his sake. Whichever the reason might be, he is rather glad for it. He knows Kleken can deliver the escape he wants. Even if that escape is temporary. Even if it doesn't change the reality.

Like having his breath slowly stolen away. His lungs burn and his mind is lightheaded even as he earnestly kisses back, happy to let himself be maneuvered into his back as he gets lost in the sensations of the kiss. He isn't really a match for Kleken here, still needing to breath far more than the other and there's something quite enjoyable about suffocating for those kisses in the current moment, that he doesn't seem to mind even if his lungs protest.

When he gets air back in his lungs, some clarity returns, though he isn't really looking for it.

There's a breathless laugh into the next kiss. It's like getting a very strange massage. The toys vibrating against his skin. Some spots a little more sensitive than others. Other spots a bit ticklish, It's a strange mix, though he wouldn't call it currently sexy. It is, however, distracting. Something he'll take.] They seem to be enjoying their new toys, huh...

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[ From his spot lying comfortably over Wriothesley, he smiles in an unconvincingly innocent manner in return, his hand moved up to run the tips of his fingers against the other man's jaw. Giving him a moment to breathe, though from the look in his eyes, that same look begging for distraction earlier, perhaps he doesn't need to be so kind. ]

They have quite a bit of learning to do with them. And you'll be kind enough to guide them while they experiment, won't you?

[ He shifts himself off of Wriothesley with that, propped on his side next to the warden to make room for the inevitable flood of tentacles. A pair waste no time in bringing their vibes up against his nipples, pressing them there and nudging against them with curiosity, fishing for a reaction. One holding an actively vibrating dildo runs the tool along Wriothesley's side before finding the front of his pants, pressing against him through the fabric in testing. Before deciding that his pants needed to go and unoccupied tentacles take to rectifying that. ]

[ While they're busy with that, Kleken will just be using that hand on Wriothesley's jaw to turn his head back toward the conman and kiss him again. Slow and sensual while his tentacles continue their explorative journey. ]

[armwriostle]

[The meaner the better. Kleken being relentless is a mercy in itself.

His back arches as he lets out a breathless moan; all the sensations slowly making him forget about his worries. He writhes underneath the toys pressed against his sensitive chest, but he doesn't put up much of a fight as Kleken's tentacles tug him free of his pants and leaving him exposed for Kleken to take in.]

H-Hah. Yes... [This is what he wants.

He instinctively leans into that kiss, returning it hungrily as pleasure assaults his body.]

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[ Wriothesley's kisses are Kleken's best guide in giving the man what he wants. The hunger and desperation in them, the way he throws himself into the kiss, tells Kleken the way he should play this and for once he's eager to act. ]

[ Wriothesley has done him a number of kindnesses, after all. He could repay the favor once or twice, out of the generosity of his own heart and not a deep set desire to make a wreck of the man. ]

[ He swallows down each of those moans, keeps the man gasping for air by swallowing up all of his in tandem with the movements of his tentacles. They're ruthless in their pressure, latching the vibes against his nipples and increasing the vibration speed while another vibe is wrapped against the head of his cock by more tentacles. The dildo... ]

[ Well that's suspiciously gone for the moment while tentacles spread Wriothesley's legs further apart, prodding at his sac and entrance with slippery tendrils. ]