It's a connection Wrench longs for, too. Holding Kurt here at the edge of his own pleasure is a dizzying honor. He wants to snuff his nose and lap him up, to taste and smell and feel every bit of his mounting desire for release. The hand in his hair makes him twist his head, hoping to inspire that touch to take root in honest. Wrench wants those wide fingers to grasp the tender coils of his hair and give a tug. He wants Kurt's agony before he drives him to his pleasure.
When he feels the man coiling and twisting to find a better way of meeting him in his mouth, Wrench withdraws. His smile is too clever a thing to carry the false way he quirks his brow and stares up the length of his partner's torso, as if seeking his confirmation. It's a delight that pools in his own belly and makes him feel warm and relaxed and entirely in control. Maybe for the first time ever since coming to this place. But Wrench relishes the bucking trembles, and Kurt's earnest and impatient expression, so Wrench flicks his tongue at the underside of Kurt's cock and lets his breath sigh over the tortured organ. His hand spreads over his partner's chest, keeping him close enough to feel the signs of delight or mounting frustration.
He wants Kurt to forget everything outside this room. Everything that doesn't exist in the moment of their shared breath and their bodies joined together. Wrench wants to make that moment stretch, like a promise in a dream. To hold them both there until Kurt's pleas are for nothing in the world but his own pleasure. Only then does he take him back into his warm mouth to shower him with the attention he craves.
cw: sexual content
When he feels the man coiling and twisting to find a better way of meeting him in his mouth, Wrench withdraws. His smile is too clever a thing to carry the false way he quirks his brow and stares up the length of his partner's torso, as if seeking his confirmation. It's a delight that pools in his own belly and makes him feel warm and relaxed and entirely in control. Maybe for the first time ever since coming to this place. But Wrench relishes the bucking trembles, and Kurt's earnest and impatient expression, so Wrench flicks his tongue at the underside of Kurt's cock and lets his breath sigh over the tortured organ. His hand spreads over his partner's chest, keeping him close enough to feel the signs of delight or mounting frustration.
He wants Kurt to forget everything outside this room. Everything that doesn't exist in the moment of their shared breath and their bodies joined together. Wrench wants to make that moment stretch, like a promise in a dream. To hold them both there until Kurt's pleas are for nothing in the world but his own pleasure. Only then does he take him back into his warm mouth to shower him with the attention he craves.