“Wha-Mmph” for Wilford :0 @risk-of-gamblin
Giggles erupted from the all too enthusiastic male. Treading lightly, he began to approach the individual. Apparent entertainment was beaming off his wide grin, revealing pearly whites as the moment came to a halt. This was it. Wilford was finally ready to receive what he had been waiting for. Thumbs twiddled freely whilst the rest of his digits wrapped around the stark suspenders. A sharp thwack echoed throughout the vacant space around the two as Wilford allowed the elastic to lash against his broad chest. The squeak of his brown, suede shoes only further contributed to ensuring the absence of silence. The male could hardly stand a second alone with his thoughts. Noise was always necessary. Especially now. His gaze remained locked on the other, never straying nor being caught by some other object as per usual with his short attention span. For once Wilford composed himself, completely fixated on his one target before him. This had to be perfect. He’d treat this like one of his interviews. For everyone knew just how crucial such times were to him. The proof was all in the outcome of his previous employees. Wilford had quickly bridged the gap between the two. Pressing his body against the other male’s own, hypnotic browns gazed into startled pupils. His stature although average, was nevertheless intimidating with his build. With a raised hand, he relaxed against the wall, eliminating any chance of escape for his chosen captive. Another hand snaked itself around his waist, gliding against the small of his back where tender digits circled. Slowing down his pattern of breathing, Wilford leaned closer. Forehead against the person of interest, a hearty chortle left him. His timid response had only enticed the male further. “I won’t bite~”His resting palm suddenly lifted, allowing his arm to completely wrap around. A tug pried him off the wall, and soon Wilford had imprisoned the male. Eyes gleamed with malice. A mere smirk sealed the deal. “Unless you want me to.” As the prisoner’s lips parted, Wilford slammed him against the surface. Tilting his head to the side slightly, lips met. It was time for him to obtain his prize.
