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[Continued from here.]

You seem chivalrous enough. Or perhaps I'm just weak to a pretty face.

[Wriothesley, of course, plays along and also looks over his shoulder and into the room. There's nothing much in there, honestly. Some clothes he picked out are hung on hooks and there's a few piles of clothes that were in there before he entered. Most of it seems to be lingerie or something equally risqué.]

In their defense, I think they would assume people would be using the hole and wouldn't need the table. [He chuckles because instead of using it for what it was for, he just grabbed a lollipop and kissed Sylvain's hand instead.

He pushes the lollipop in his cheek into the other one as he cocks his head to the side.] I'm a big fan of doors and walls, actually.

Aww, he thinks I’m pretty.

[ He bats his lashes in a playful manner, amusement warm in amber eyes. But the teasing comment - complete with that lolipop still - gets a chuckle from him and moment later he’s taking a step into Wriothesley‘s personal space. So he can either let himself be crowded into the dressing room, or step back to make room. Sylvain’s ready to adapt either way. ]

Is that so?

[He can't help but laugh as the other bats their eyelashes at him. How charming. Cute.

When Sylvain crowds his space, he doesn't move back, seemingly taking that forwardness head on. After all, he isn't one to back down.] Quite. Any surface works in the throes of it, don't you think? [A good implication that he's basically willing anywhere if given the chance. A little shameless? Absolutely.]

[ He tries.

And as Sylvain is pretty shameless himself, he can fully appreciate that. Which the glint of impish pleasure in his gaze should probably indicate, right before he takes another step and backs Wriothesley towards the wall that had separated them only moments before. And kicking the door shut behind him, just in case. They can use that next, if there's a need. ]

That seems to be pretty true, in my experience. At least they provided us some of those, if not a convenient table. Nice lingerie, by the way. [ Yeah, he'd spotted that over there on his way in. Whether or not the man picked those out or someone else had, doesn't mean he might not tease him for it a bit. ]

[He feels the cool, smooth material of the wall against his back as the other continues to step into space. He merely cocks his head with a coy little smile on his lips.] Well, I think we would have been able to make do with whatever we had at hand.

[He can't help but glance at some of the piles of clothes that had been left in the changing stall.] You think? I don't think they were my color. [He knows how to quip back, of course.]

It doesn't seem like my type of style either. Of course, I can be convinced otherwise.

I’m afraid I don’t know enough about your style yet to wager a guess. I suppose we have time to change that, however.

[ Sylvain just chuckles at the banter, enjoying the ease of it, but the way Wriothesley tips his head towards him and casts him hat coy little smirk has him mentally saying fuck it and letting fingers slide against the other man’s jaw. Tipping his head back against the wall, he bends his head slightly to capture the other man’s lips in a rough kiss.

It’s clear he knows what he’s doing, and isn’t shy in the least. In fact, there might even be a hint of a challenge in the contact as he tests to see how the other man will react. ]

Here I was hoping you might just be good at picking clothes out. No? Too bad.

[The roughness of Sylvain's mouth against his own makes something flare in his chest. Wriothesley is never one to backdown from a challenge. It's the fighter in him that can't help but rise to a challenge.

A hand moves to the back of Sylvain's head and buries fingers into locks as he kisses back with just as much fervor. A chuckle swallowed by their kiss as he nips at the man's lips; tongue lapping at it. His free hand tugs the other closer, as though they weren't close enough still.]

[ He murmurs a pleased sound into the kiss when he feels those fingers tangle in his hair and tug. One hand slides around the man’s waist, fingers splaying at the small of his back, even as he presses him a bit more snugly against the wall.

There’s not much closer they can get right now, but he appreciates the effort to try all the same. He manages to slide a knee in between Wriothesley‘s, however, grinding it up against him, so maybe that will count as ‘closer’.

He’d meant to make a retort back about the lingerie, but he’s effectively forgotten whatever it was. Oh, well. Probably not a big loss, all things considered. He’d much rather be focusing on this anyway. ]

[Wriothesley groans into the kiss without any care to stay quiet. He doesn't see a reason to be quiet despite being in a public space. Not when he's rolling his hips down on that leg between his own and having the very breath he was breathing stolen away.

One hand stays tangled in red locks while his other hand seems to explore the other, fingers slipping under Sylvain's shirt to get a taste of the body hidden underneath. The conversation about lingerie is quickly forgotten in favor of focusing his thoughts on exploring Sylvain's mouth with his tongue.]

[ His lips part and his head angles slightly to deepen the kiss. His other hand, the one not currently splayed against the small of the man’s back, comes up to mirror Wriothesley‘s own hold, but in the dark locks as he tips the man’s head back slightly, holding him right where he wants him.

The feeling of him grinding against Sylvain’s thigh makes him smile as he presses in against him, his own arousal caught against Wriothesley‘s hip. And the torso the man’s fingers find hidden beneath his shirt is toned and muscled, the result of a soldier’s physique - someone used to wielding heavy weapons, wearing plate armor, and doing most of his battle on horseback. He’ll no doubt skim across several scars, as well, since Sylvain’s flesh is littered with them. The result of having spent the better part of half a decade at war now, and before that…

Well. Let’s just say he had a lot of scars and leave it at that. ]

[The hand in his hair earns Sylvain a pleased sigh into their kiss. It doesn't hurt, but the firmness in that grip is certainly pleasant. His tongue finds Sylvain's in a little fight for dominance. Despite being pressed between a wall and the other, he is far from taking things lying down, and there's a bit of fire in him that feels like he needs to challenge the other back. Wriothesley smells and tastes like the lollipop Sylvain had given him.

His hand continues to explore, an appreciative hum as he feels toned muscles and scars. Plenty of stories on this man.

His hand slips away only for him to grind his palm against Sylvain's clothed length.] So you can put out, monsieur. The lollipop was good, but a little disappointing in comparison.

[ He hisses out a soft groan when that hand rubs against his cock, hips pressing deeper into the rough friction. But the comment makes him snicker as he nips at Wriothesley‘s lower lip. He doesn’t mind the challenge the man offers back, enjoys the kiss even more for that, in fact. Sylvain’s typically very adept at adapting to whatever his partner needs or wants, and adjusting his own tactics accordingly. And as he’s still feeling out what that might be here… ]

Mmm. I’ll remember that for next time and offer you my cock through the wall first, I guess. [ That’s said with laughter in his tone before he kisses the man again, thigh still pressed firmly between his legs. ] Or, I suppose, we could skip the wall in the way entirely from here on out. Unless we’re using it as a prop, of course.

[Wriothesley laughs into the kiss that quickly turns into a moan. His arousal is obvious, the growing tent in his pants rubbing against Sylvain's leg.] Mm, there's no point in anonymity. [He grins into their kiss.]

Why would I want a wall in the way of such a handsome face? I would be a fool to take a boring wall over looking at you. [There's a thrill with using a gloryhole, but he feels like it's a loss now that he knew who was on the other side of the wall.]

[ It’s so nice, to actually be wanted and appreciated for himself in scenarios like this. Where he doesn't have to guess at the motives prompting it. Just sheer enjoyment of one another for the sake of pleasure.

If that has him leaning in to return that kiss with even more enthusiasm, well… He doubts the other man will mind. ]

Anonymity can be fun sometimes. But this? Yeah, I definitely prefer this, too. Although we could probably do with a few less clothes right about now.

[Wriothesley doesn't mind at all, and is more thrilled than anything. He laps at the other's mouth and nips at their lips. Playful, but underlying a want for more than just gentle kisses.]

I find myself stuck between a wall and a hard place. I wouldn't be able to get rid of anything even if I tried. [A wolfish grin.] Perhaps you can help a guy out?

[ He gives a not-so-subtle snort at that play on words before straightening up, amusement still dancing in warm amber eyes. ]

Gonna make me do all the work, huh?

[ Not that he sounds like he minds, even if he does shift back enough to give them both a little room to maneuver. His hands come out to skillfully loosen the buttons on Wriothesley's shirt, gaze dropping to watch the motion. And maybe appreciate as he exposes more skin by pushing the fabric aside. ]

I would never think to make you do all the work. [This is an honest statement. The pleasure his partner experiences is very important to him.]

I find that I enjoy undressing my partner's though. Is it not the same for you? [It's akin to unwrapping a present. Exciting and giddiness when one gets to reveal their partner bare.

Wriothesley is not shy about his body. Countless years of fighting has given him a wonderful physique after all. Good lean muscle to admire. His body had countless scars from throughout the years, the most prominent being the three large ones that travel from his throat to his chest.]

[ Sylvain gives a noncommittal hum, because the answer to that question is... highly situational. ]

It is at the moment. Does that count?

[ His eyes are still drinking in the sight as he slides fabric back off Wriothesley's shoulders, letting it drop behind him. The lithe muscle that tells a story all its own - one Sylvain recognizes with ease. His fingers momentarily drift over those prominent scars as his gaze flits up to the man's face. Not questioning, because such marks rarely come without darker tales attached to them. But he can acknowledge them all the same.

He has his own fair share, after all. Ones that will be visible when he sheds out of his own shirt. A long line down the left side of his ribs. The jagged entrance where he'd taken a spear to the side to protect Felix. A rake of large claws down the back of one shoulder, thanks to a pissed off wyvern trying to unseat him from his mount. Plenty that tell a story all their own, several of them pointing to a life he's lucky to still be living. ]

You know how to charm a guy, don't you?

[He definitely is enjoying the way the other looks over him. There's also something nice to compare scars. Not ask about them, but there's a mutual understanding. He wonders if he'll be able to ask about them. Not now though. It would certainly kill the mood right now.

Instead, he wastes no time letting fingers run over them appreciatively. Let's his fingers explore the man's exposed chest and commit the details to memory.] Aren't you a treat, monsieur...

Better than the lollipop still?

[ That humor lingers as his fingers trail down the man’s torso to brush against the waistband of his pants. Pausing near the fastenings that hold them closed. His gaze flits to Wriothesley's face, a silent question for permission in the glance.

The touch to his own flesh gets a faint shiver at the sensation, a ripple of muscle under the light brush of fingertips. ]

And I can be very charming, thanks. Although it’s way more fun when it’s with someone worth putting in the effort for. Or who appreciates the effort in the first place.

Comparing you to a lollipop is an insult to you.

[Sylvain, you're a full course meal. How could he even try to compare them to something as little as a lollipop?

He feels the brush of fingers near the waistband of his pants and he can't help but lick his lips. The way his gaze darkens just a bit. It didn't even have to be asked, but what a gentleman for asking anyways. He rolls his hips down on Sylvain's leg, wanting nothing more than to get rid of the clothes between them.]

Mm, that is true. I would hope that my partners are just as excited as I am when involved. [His hands settle on Sylvain's hips, not exactly aiming to take off the other's pants yet. Almost like he's considering how he wants to.]

[ That’s okay, that gives him the opportunity to make the move first. The fastenings are flicked open and a moment later, calloused fingertips are tracing over the outline of his erection. ]

We’ll consider the lollipop the appetizer for the evening then. [ Humor still thick in his voice, he lets his gaze drop as he slides the last of the fabric out of the way and lets his fingers curl around the hard length of the other man’s cock, giving it a slow, teasing stroke. ]

Oh, I don’t think excitement is going to be a problem for either one of us.

[Wriothesley arches his back with a shameless moan. The touch is like an electro-charged shock coursing through his spine. It feels good.

It isn't even close to enough.]

If that is the appetizer then- [He grabs the other through the fabric of their pants, grinding his palm against it.] are you saying I can eat until my heart's content?

[A lick of his lips as he looks at the other before his eyes wander down.]

[ Sylvain gives a thoughtful hum as he pretends to consider that possibility. He ruts his own hips forward, grinding into that hand, even as he gives Wriothesley another slow stroke. His thumb slides up over the tip, teasing sensitivity, even as he twists his wrist slightly as he strokes him. ]

Hmm. I’m feeling indulgent at the moment. So yeah, I suppose you can have just about anything you want. Within reason.

[Wriothesley can’t help but rock his hips to soak in the pleasure being given to him. His fingers quickly move to unbutton the top button of Sylvain’s pants. He wants more than just petting. He wants to see the other equally naked.]

Is wanting to taste you on my tongue within reason? Monsieur, you are quite an alluring man.

[He pulls down the zipper before tugging at the pants.]

[ Sylvain can’t help but chuckle at that, watching him with a gaze turning dark with his own desire. ]

And here I thought that would be my line. Especially since I’m pretty sure I was the one lured. But I don’t mind. And I think I’d very much like to feel your tongue on me as well.

[ He lets the hint of a smirk creep into his voice at that - more bemused than cruel, filled with anticipation that isn’t shy in the least. His free hand - the one not currently stroking Wriothesley‘s cock, which he is still reluctant to relinquish - lifts to tangle in the hair at the nape of the man’s neck, giving a light tug as he grips there. ]

[The hungry gaze the other gives him only spurs him on. He wants the other to keep looking at him like that.]

What can I say? I'm a natural charmer.

[He lets out a low chuckle before leaning in to nip at Sylvain's neck. He grazes his teeth against flesh before biting down and sucking at the spot to leave a mark. Wriothesley starts trailing kisses down the man's chest. He does miss the other's touch on his length when he moves too far down for the other to touch him any longer, but the grip in his hair is certainly alluring and that tug promises there will be more. It makes him shiver.]

My tongue isn't only just good with sweet talk.

[ There’s a faint shiver as those teeth graze his neck, and the sucking mark left in his flesh gets a soft, breathy groan from him as he leans into it, enjoying it. He doesn’t interrupt as the man works his way down his body, but when he does have to relinquish his grip on the man’s cock - dammit - he makes up for it by playfully giving a nudge with the grip he still has in his hair. ]

Oh? Is that so? I suppose you’ll just have to show me, then. Although I did find myself rather jealous of that lollipop earlier…

I'll have to keep a lollipop on me incase we run into each other again. [He teases the other with a wolfish little grin as he sinks down to his knees.

He tugs Sylvain's pants down, letting them pool around the redhead's ankles. He licks his lips as he looks at the bulge still clothed by Sylvain's undergarments.] Keep your eyes on me, darling. [A playful smile before he carefully grabs the waistband of Sylvain's underwear and tugs it down with his teeth. Wriothesley knew how to put a show on and of course he was going to pull all the stops to impress the well-toned man standing above him.

Once he removes the last bit of clothes, he licks a stripe from the redhead's balls and up the length before ending with a kiss at the tip.]

[ Sylvain’s own smirk deepens a hint at that wolfish grin, easily matching it, even as he watches the other man sink down to his knees, dragging his own pants down as he does so. He doesn’t step out of them, just lets his fingers tangled in Wriothesley‘s hair help steady him. ]

Trust me, you have my full attention right now.

[ He manages to get the words out a moment before Wriothesley leans in to lick a stripe up the underside of his cock and it’s enough to have his fingers tightening their grip for a moment as he moans, deep and throaty, eyes sliding halfway shut at the wet heat. ]

[A shiver runs down his spine, pleased at the response. The grip on his hair and the moan does a lot to make him want to pleasure the other more.

He swirls his tongue over the head of Sylvain’s cock before he takes it into his mouth and suck lightly. He won’t tease the other too much as he starts to bob his head, taking more and more of the man’s length everytime he goes back down on the other.]

Fuck.

[ His curse is a soft hiss as he watches those lips wrap around his cock, suck him into blissful wet heat. He holds back for a few of those initial bobs, but then his hips rock forward a little - careful not to press too deep because he is always deeply aware of his partner's comfort level at the same time as his own - but needing to feel more of it. Nudging against the back of the man's throat when he can finally take him deep enough. The feeling and sight of it drawing a ragged moan from his lips. ]

[Wriothesley’s response is favorable if anything. A moan that vibrates through Sylvain’s length as the boxer’s eyelids flutter.

He rewards the other too by hollowing his cheeks and taking the other down to the base with a groan. He feels drool starting to run down his chin, but he isn’t bothered getting a little messy.]

[ A shiver slips down his spine at that vibration - one the other man can likely feel where he's got his mouth wrapped around him. Another low moan as fingers tighten for a moment in the man's hair and then he starts rocking again, finding a rhythm now when Wriothesley seems okay with it. Watching for hints otherwise but until then he starts fucking the other man's mouth with slow deliberation, holding him at just the right angle to press as deep as he can go without it being too far. Although each rock of his hips takes him deep enough that it teeters on that edge, just shy of it. ]

[His shoulders tense for a moment when Sylvain’s grip tightens. It isn’t out of discomfort and more out of anticipation. As though waiting for more.

He happily keeps the rhythm, enjoying the slide of the hard length in his mouth, rubbing his tongue on the underside and wherever it could reach. He shudders everytime the tip of Sylvain’s cock hits the back of his throat, and he can’t ignore his own throbbing erection as he starts to stroke himself in rhythm.]

[ He feels those shudders, lets his lips curve as he presses deep and lets himself linger there a moment before drawing back enough to allow him breath. ]

Like that, do you?

[ His voice is a low murmur, husky with his own want, because his cock is aching against the teasing slide of the man's tongue on sensitive skin. He's still holding back a little from chasing it too far, too fast, wanting to enjoy the sensations. The sight of Wriothesley on his knees before him with those lips wrapped around his cock. The feel of all those little sounds and reactions he gets to feel.

He's greedy, always wanting more. ]

[He gazes up at the other with an unfocused gaze. Wriothesley looked like he was in bliss.

The picture he must be painting with a flush that travels down his neck and a lusty gaze, hand wrapped around his own cock as he got off to sucking Sylvain’s cock.

He merely replies with a pleased moan, bobbing his head as though to indicate the other not to stop.]

Good boy.

[ He murmurs the words low and throaty, almost around a chuckle. He suspects the other man might actually be older than he is, but that doesn't change the fact that the words come more with the roles they're currently playing with rather than age.

He doesn't stop, either, rocking his hips once more, picking up his pace now as he takes in that expression on Wriothesley's face, the look in his eyes. Knowing what that means for the other man. Not wanting to bring him out of the state he's slipping into, he focuses on chasing his own pleasure along with him. Using his mouth as he holds him positioned right where he wants him. ]

Look at you. [ His voice has that same low, throaty croon, just slightly strained with breathlessness as he fucks the man's mouth. ] Taking all of me, every last inch. And you're loving it, aren't you? How hard are you right now? Could you come from just this, I wonder? The feeling of being used, taking what I give you, and still begging me for more with that clever tongue of yours. When I spill myself down your throat, you're going to swallow every drop for me, aren't you?

[The way that Wriothesley’s pupils are blown wide open at Sylvain’s words are obvious.

Good boy.

It makes a full body shudder go through him as he hears those words. It’s the way the man says it that has him so easily seduced. His face if so red now. His ears are burning. His cock was leaking an embarrassing amount of precome.

And the way he’s being degraded right now? Holy shit. What comes out of the boxer is an embarrassing whine, eyes watering as he can only accept what Sylvain was giving him. He wants to nod and agree. Wants to please the other. Sylvain has a firm grip on his head though and his mouth was stuffed full. So he responds by trying to pleasure the other, rubbing his tongue over whatever his tongue could reach and moaning around the hardened length shamelessly.]

[ Oh, that was a very good reaction, and Sylvian makes note of the cause, his lips curving into a deeper smirk at the knowledge. That whine is muffled around his cock and he presses deeper again, choking off the man's airway against for the span of several heartbeats before pulling back slightly again, only to repeat the motion. Feeling the man's throat work around his tip as he struggled to breath. or take more, it was hard to tell. Either way, it felt exquisite. ]

Oh, you liked that, didn't you? I bet you could come from that alone, even without all the rest. Moan for me, Wriothesley, let me feel you around my cock. Let me hear how much you want me to give you that. I'm close now. [ Just in case the strained breathlessness in his voice hadn't given that away.

His eyes had darkened at the man's reaction to his words and he chases that as much as the delicious friction itself. Craved the way he could see Wriothesley coming apart from just this. ]

Use that pretty mouth of yours, that clever tongue. I can see your hand on your cock. Desperate for it, aren't you? Are you going to come when you swallow me down, hmm?

[He can’t help but breathe out a sob. His head feels so lightheaded as the other chokes him of air and his hands abandon what they were doing to dig nails into Sylvain’s thighs. It’s hard to tell if he’s trying to ask for air or if he’s begging more.

All he knows is that his entire body is wracked with pleasure. That he only feels good as the other forces their cock down his throat and uses him as nothing more than something to pleasure his cock.

Wriothesley doesn’t know why he wants this so bad, but he desperately wants to please the other. To get more of those praises. He moans shamelessly as soon as the other demands it. The moans are loud and needy. Shameless.

He lets his tongue rub the underside of Sylvain’s cock. Swirls it around the head whenever he pulls out enough for him to do so. He can feel the other is close and he wants it so bad.]

[ His dark eyes are intent and watchful as he feels those nails dig into his thighs, watches what plays out across Wriothesley's face, in the lines of his body as Sylvain pushes them both closer. Knowing that if there's a line to cross, he's likely to stumble over it here, but he's both careful and persistent. And Wriothesley is so consumed by pleasure and want that he gives him exactly what he begs for.

His rhythm stutters, slows and picks up again as he draws close to his own peak. And then he feels that tongue rubbing against the underside of his cock, feels that moan vibrate around his length, and he tightens his grip a moment before he presses deep. Not enough to choke him or cut off his airway, but close enough to be a concern.

He feels his cock twitch against the man's tongue, that rush of heat that signals how quickly his control is unraveling, and he gazes hungrily down at the needy man before him. Drinking in the sight of him as he presses a hint deeper. ]

Swallow for me, Wriothesley. Every drop. Be a good boy for me.

[ And then he spills with a low, strained groan. ]

[His mind is so wonderfully blank. All it can focus is on all the sensations going through his body. How he can barely get air in his lungs to the ache of his jaw and throat to how keyed up his body was.

It felt heavenly.

His eyes roll back as his eyelids flutter closed. Of course he'll be good. No. Has to be good. The other climaxes into his mouth and down his throat and he swallows every bit of it. Makes sure that he doesn't spill even a drop.

Wriothesley shudders too as he whines. The way his body tenses up before seemingly relaxing after a moment. And Sylvain will get to see why once they've rode through their orgasm. The way that the floor between his legs is stained with Wriothesley's own seed, having came from being face fucked and giving the other pleasure.]

[ He could tell what had happened before he ever looked down. And if he’s surprised by it, he doesn’t show it. But after his cock has stopped pulsing against the man’s tongue, he pulls out slowly before dropping to his own knees in front of Wriothesley - half to bring him to eye level and half because he doesn’t trust his own legs to hold him right now.

He no sooner lands, however, than he’s dragging the other man in closer by that warm grip in his hair, lips finding his as he kisses him, deep and slow. His other hand comes up to cradle at the side of his throat as he gives a soft moan into the kiss. He can taste himself on Wriothesley‘s tongue, but that just makes the whole thing hotter. ]

Oh, yes. [ he murmurs after a moment, pulling back to glance down at the other man’s spent cock between them. Smiling with satisfied pleasure. ] You’re clearly a very good boy.

[Wriothesley looks thoroughly debauched. Dried spit was at the corner of his mouth and down his chin and when he opens his eyes to look at the other, they're completely unfocused. Still riding that high and slowly piecing his mind back together after his orgasm.

His body moves instinctively, kissing the other back when he feels lips on his own and easily entiwning his tongue with Sylvain's.

He really was in such a blissful state at the moment. A low whine as the other tells him he's a very good boy. That's right...he was wasn't he? He had been so good to the other. He blinks as his eyes refocus a little and-] Shit. [His mind was taking a good moment to finally catch up.]

Easy.

[ His voice is low and soothing as he brings Wriothesley‘s forehead to his shoulder, gripping him by the back of the neck and giving him a moment to come back to himself.

He didn’t know if that was meant to happen, or if it was some weird magic trick this place had played on them, but either way, he didn’t want the high to turn to a crash and he soothed a hand against Wriothesley‘s spine as he just held him against him. ]

Take a breath, Wriothesley. You’re okay.

[The other's warmth was nice and he rests his forehead against the other's shadow as his breathing evens out. The firm hand on the back of his neck is a nice weight to help ground him, he thinks.

Eventually he can't help but chuckle. When he speaks, his voice is totally shot. He sounds like someone who definitely just got thoroughly throatfucked.] Wow. That was...

[Mind blowing? It was better than good.]

[ He just holds him there, giving the other man as much time as he needs to recover. Hearing that strained voice start to talk and then trail off before finishing… he can’t help but chuckle a little, too. ]

Hopefully not terrible enough that you’re about to punch me in my… lollipop.

[ He drawls the words out with wry humor as he lets his other hand stroke down the man’s spine again.

He’s not going to lie and deny the man both looks and sounds ridiculously sexy after having just been wrecked as badly as he had. Sylvain only hoped that he hadn’t actually pushed too far in the heat of the moment. ]

[That earns the other a bark of a laugh that devolves into a slight couch. Oh, his throat is damn sore. When was the last time he got a good face fucking? Honestly? Probably years.]

If I punched you there, I don't think you'd be able to use it anymore. [Sylvain can probably hear the grin in his voice.] If that happen, how could we do this again?

[It was mind-blowing good, he thinks. He definitely had no complaints.] It was really good. I didn't- [He shakes his head a little.]

Wasn't expecting it. [But he liked it. Guess he's learning a bit more about what he's into today.] You? Hope I wasn't just all hot air.

Not at all.

[ Sylvain’s voice takes on a note of fondness as the hand at the nape of the man’s neck slides up to tangle in dark hair. He turns his head, pressing a light kiss to the man’s temple before tugging him back, letting him straighten up. ]

You were perfect. And I very much hope we can do that again. Or anything else we can come up with for that matter.

[ Offering him a wink, he carefully pushes himself back to his feet, tucking his cock away once more before holding out a hand to him. ]

Come on. Let’s go find you a drink for that throat, yeah?

[A pleased shudder as he enjoys the fingers tangled in his hair for a moment. He isn't the kind of person to feel embarrassed for getting off as he did nor over what seems to be a complete turn on for him. He is a bit sheepish about it though. He hadn't expected to fall into such a state.

He wipes at dried spit from his face before he takes out the offered hand to him. He smiles.] If it was anything like this, I would hope it isn't a one and done.

[Call him shameless, but finding damn good compatibility with someone and incredible sex? It would be a damn shame not to enjoy each other again.] I'd be disappointed even.

[He feels the ache in his knees as he is pulled to his feet amongst other parts of him, but it's a satisfying ache that'll stay with him for the rest of the day.] A cup of tea sounds great right now.

[Continued from here.]

[There's no hesitation from the boxer to deepen the kiss as soon as their lips meet. Tasting that hot, wet mouth and stealing Lorenz' breath as though it were the very air he needed to live.

He nips at Lorenz' bottom lip and has a rather devious smile.] Stop? Archons, no. I'm shameless as shameless can come. I hope you feel like you can say and do anything as you please if anything. [He wants the other to lose whatever inhibitions they might have. To just let go and chase their pleasure. He wants them to enjoy him the same way he wants to enjoy them.

Wriothesley moans into the kiss as he rocks his hips. He keeps one arm around Lorenz' neck while his other hand wraps around those slender fingers to stroke the both of them together. Lorenz' fingers are slender and smoother in comparison to his scarred and roughened hands.]

Only your waking thoughts? Well, I need to work a little harder so you'll see me in your dreams too.

[Kissing Wriothesley like this is dizzying, in the best possible way— Lorenz chases his lips for another deep kiss in between words, breath hot and unsteady against the other man's skin. There's that little moment of reassurance again, encouraging him to do whatever he likes, and he's doing that already, he thinks— well, mostly, but he likes the sound of it anyway.]

I've no doubt in your skills, [he says with a smirk, kissing the corner of Wriothesley's mouth affectionately. Oh, he'll dream about this, alright... Pressed close like this, Wriothesley's hand on his, all hot skin and firm pressure and Wriothesley himself, too - they've only just met, but Lorenz means it about how charmed he is. If Wriothesley wants shameless, he'll just keep talking, low and breathless--]

Were it only possible to kiss every inch of you at once. A single evening is sorely lacking in the hours needed to unravel you completely.

[Maybe a couple evenings-- Lorenz strokes along Wriothesley's cheekbone with his thumb, down to his lips, kissing him again before pressing two fingers against his lower lip. He's not going to just shove his fingers into Wriothesley's mouth, but ahem, please...]

Will you think of me, later...?

[Wriothesley returns every kiss with the same fervor and passion as the other gives, never growing tired of kissing the other or reciprocating whatever the other seeks from him.

There's a shudder that travels up his spine as the other talks. It's the thought of being revered so tenderly that has him thrown off just a little bit. He had told the other to speak and act freely, but such words would truly undo him. He has had plenty of action through his years. Some lovers here and there, but he couldn't say anyone who would go out of their way to say and do such things. After all, his partner's pleasure had always been more important than his own.] Such honeyed words. [He doesn't think of the other to be lying, but it feels almost like a trap.

He parts his mouth, tongue curling around the two digits for a moment.] Well, I was hoping I wouldn't have to. Perhaps it is presumptuous of me to think that this wouldn't be the only time. If you are worried though, it would be impossible not to think of you in passing.

[He says that before taking those fingers into his mouth completely. Lorenz can feel the tips of his fingers hit the back of his throat in one fell swoop.]

[It would be difficult for Lorenz not to notice the way that keeps happening - he says something like that and Wriothesley pauses, just a little, just for a moment. Lorenz likes to think of himself as in tune with how others are feeling (after he spent so much of his life being really bad at that, ahem), and so, ah; an endearing vulnerability? Well, he can't resist that. He only wants to say it again, now, to make it extra clear— Soon, soon.

He kisses him on the cheek instead with a low hum, plain lust mixed with this new affection. The sight of Wriothesley swallowing his fingers so eagerly, the wet heat of his mouth - a rush of pure wanting runs through him and he arches his back into their hands below, cock nearly aching for more.]

It needn't be the only time at all; I would enjoy seeing you again. [How else will he get those unraveling hours in! He presses gently with his fingers.] Still, there would be time to account for between then and now.

[Plenty of time to think about him, let his ego have this—

He draws his fingers out of Wriothesley's mouth once they're sufficiently wet enough, replacing them with kisses as he slips his hand down over the other man's hip, his ass, lower, slick fingers not yet pressing inside him. The intention is clear, but as he is a gentleman, Lorenz pauses first to ask:]

May I?

[Wriothesley sucks on the two digits, not at all shy about making wet, slurping sounds as he does so. He runs his tongue over the two digits and curls around it as though it was something more than just fingers. There's a wicked smile on his lips as he thoroughly wets the fingers with his saliva, eager to please.]

You needn't worry. [He practically whispers it; his voice a purr.] I will think of you fondly when I'm alone in my bed. [His voice drops a little lower.] When I'm craving the warm touch of another.

[Ever so playful and shameless. And maybe he wants to rile the other up some. To imagine him curled up and touching himself to the thought of them.

Wriothesley licks his lips, lust obvious in half-lidded eyes. If he were honest, he had made some assumptions that he would be holding the reigns. Instead, he's pleasantly surprised at the other taking to heart in giving into their selfish desires. It was quite a turn on to see the other confident in wanting to take him.]

Make a mess out of me. Make me only think about you and only you.

[Lorenz hums again, almost saying something about how he wasn't worried, of course he doesn't doubt his own skills at being a memorable lover - but alright, yes, kind of, a little. A flush spreads up the back of his neck all the way up to his ears; he's not lacking in confidence for this, now, but casting aside one anxiety leaves space for the vague shape of another to try and form: is he, indeed, memorable.

So:] Be sure not to forget the honeyed words. [haha,] Picturing you in such a state, so thoroughly undone...

[It's a pleasant layer of imagination on top of the reality of how they are now. And he's taken his sweet time long enough, shifting his legs to spread Wriothesley's thighs a bit further apart and pushing both fingers inside him at once. He watches the other man's face as he presses in deeper, more quickly, to gauge just how much intensity will get the best response.

He'd be remiss not to give this moment his very best, after all. There's no opportunity more terrible to waste he can think of than a gorgeous man in his lap telling him to make a mess. It's dizzying in the best possible way, to think he could be allowed such audacity...

The thrusts of his fingers gain a bit more speed, digits curling briefly at their deepest spot.]

If I came upon you like that, the sight of you would leave me breathless. It would be my solemn duty to give you the pleasure you crave.

[In a perfect world where he wouldn't sputter and apologize a dozen times for interrupting, that is—that's not the point.]

How could I forget? You are unforgettable. [He does mean that though. Lorenz, whom had look much like a deer in headlights at first was a far cry to the man he was now straddling. That, and he had not expected the other to be so vocal about showering him with endearment every moment.

The groan that Wriothesley makes is one tinged in ache. He hadn't expected the other to press both in so quickly, but he sounds far too pleased in the way he moans that the pain is too much. No, he enjoys the burn quite a bit if anything. The boxer rocks his hips with the thrust of fingers in him.

His hand abandons their cocks so he can brace both his hands on Lorenz' shoulders. To keep himself steady and grounded as he grows accustomed to the stretch.

He opens his mouth to tease the other. To poke at the other because he was sure that the man would be more embarrassed than anything if they caught him with his pants down. What comes out of his mouth is a cry of the man's name and nails digging into the meat of their shoulders as he arches his back. It's practically a scream when he feels those fingers press against the bundle of nerves that makes his vision go white.] Lorenz.

[As long as Wriothesley isn't objecting, Lorenz is happy to give him the ache he needs; he did ask him how he likes it earlier, after all. If he goes deer-in-headlights now it will only be to admire all the ways the other man reacts to his, mm, efforts. To do this for him, to be the one making him moan and arch and shudder, only heightens his own arousal; now, finally, nothing outside the pair of them can ruin the moment.

And oh, if Wriothesley isn't a magnificent sight, trying so valiantly to keep himself together at the mercy of Lorenz's touch. Speaking of unforgettable...

Lorenz tilts his head to press kisses along the other man's neck, his shoulder, wherever he can most easily reach, sucking in a gasp at the sting of nails against skin. He works his hand over their cocks more firmly, picking up the slack.]

Ah, there is no sound sweeter than that, darling, [he nearly purrs, a little too breathless, aiming to hit that spot again with each deep stroke. He could listen to Wriothesley cry out his name like that a hundred more times and never tire of it.]

Do you want to come like this? [despite. literally everything happening. he still blushes anew when he says 'come'. scandalous.] Tell me.

[The kisses are sweet and tender. Reverent in how the man treats him like he's a work of art. But if he is a canvas for the other to leave their mark then-] Monsieur. [His voice comes out breathless.] Won't you leave marks for me to remember you by too?

[The tenderness is sweet and he isn't opposed to it by any means, but he was someone who wanted to be marked up just as much as marking others. He wanted something to admire in the mirror. Little reminders until they eventually heal.

Wriothesley rocks his hips, shameless in how he wants to feel more friction. To feel more of that pleasure the man graciously keeps giving him. Everytime Lorenz pressed those sinful fingers against his prostate, it elicits shameless moans and Lorenz' name spills from his lips like a prayer. His cock leaks with precome everytime that sensitive spot inside him is bullied and his eyes flutter closed as he gets lost in the sensations.

It would be easy to come like this, having his prostate milked thoroughly. He doesn't want that. Not when the slide of their cocks together reminds him he can have more. Wriothesley's voice comes out in a growl. A needy noise even as he continues to roll his hips.] No. I want to come with your cock inside me.

Oh, [well, if he's going to ask so nicely-] Of course.

[He'll retrace his trail of kisses with teeth and tongue. It starts off as a surprisingly even pattern before he dips his head towards the muscles of Wriothesley's chest, tongue circling a nipple, then up another half inch or so to suck another spot into hot skin. His marks may not wind up as pronounced as those Wriothesley has left on him - he is less experienced in this regard, and loath to go too far and hurt - but they'll last long enough.

The request comes needy and urgent, and for a moment it's as if Lorenz hasn't heard it - but he only wants to drive Wriothesley to the brink first, before giving him what he wants. What they both want, a heat pooled in his stomach and cock aching to take Wriothesley right this second. But it's the anticipation that makes it that much sweeter, and so Lorenz's first response is to let their cocks go entirely to squeeze Wriothesley's thigh instead. Urging him to spread his legs a little further, to position himself, all the while fucking him relentlessly with his fingers.

When he lifts his head from leaving those marks he leans their foreheads together, sliding back easily into that tenderness with his gaze heavy with lust.]

Soon, very soon— mere moments.

[Just a few more strokes of his fingers before he withdraws his hand, bracing it against Wriothesley's hip and positioning his cock with the other, slick with precome and almost painfully hard. And of course, ever the gentleman:]

Whenever you're ready.

[Wriothesley practically purrs in delight as he feels the sting of enamel against his skin. The enjoyable sting mixed with all the other sensations muddles his mind with a hazy buzz. His toes curl and he makes an embarrassing whine when he feels Lorenz' hot, wet mouth on his chest. A sharp intake of breath and he squirms.] Ah. W-Wait. Those are- [Sensitive. It's enough to get the man to flush a little, the reddish hue traveling down his neck.

What's more frustrating is the other continues to finger bang him like no one's business and seemingly ignore his demand to be filled by something more. He huffs and a hand reaches to tangle into purple locks and tug a little. Impatient. By the time Lorenz withdraws their fingers from him, Wriothesley's eyes are unfocused and filled with lust and want; thighs shaking as he tries not to climax off fingers alone.

It was no longer a want to have that cock in him. It was a need.]

I underestimated you. [He didn't think the other really was so intent on pulling him apart right then and there, but here they were.

He keeps one arm around Lorenz' neck to keep himself steady while he reached behind him to make sure the man's cock was lined up with his entrance. A lick of his lips before he starts sinking down on Lorenz' hardened length. He'll just have to make sure that all they can think about him and being inside him.]

[Oh? That blush and the way he squirms are cuter than expected; Lorenz will have to remember that one. Even pulling on his hair is endearing, if only because Wriothesley is so very unabashed in his needy impatience. Who knew that Lorenz's habitual self-restraint would be a boon, in a moment like this - he tuts quietly, amused.]

Make no mistake, I would still gladly spend those hours with you.

[To unravel him, that is, even more thoroughly than right now. He grips Wriothesley's hips with both hands, bracing. His hips twitch as Wriothesley takes the length of his cock in, dropping his head to the other man's shoulder with a stuttered gasp of his name. He slides his arms around Wriothesley's waist in a snug hold, not waiting much longer before he rocks his hips up in earnest.]

Wriothesley, you are so... [so very something, and something very complimentary, for sure; even flowery words trail off for now, leaving Lorenz with the sole desire to take him completely, to fill him the way he couldn't with only two fingers. The tight heat around his cock is maddening, leaving him to mumble something needy and breathless into the other man's shoulder and thrust in deeper.]

I'll hold you to it... [A promise isn't it?

He bites down on his bottom lip as his brows furrow. The slide down is still a little rough. He regrets not keeping lube on him to make this easier on the both of them, but it's just something he'll have to get into the habit of if he's stuck in this place for sometime. After all, better to be ready than potentially getting one's dick chafed. God, he feels so full though and it reminds him that he really hasn't been embraced by someone in awhile.

The first slide in and out is heavenly. His eyes flutter closed and a pleased moan escapes his lips. It burns, but pleasantly so. A burn where he can still feel the ache and pain, but it's only a plus added to that delectable friction he was feeling.] Archons, yes...

[He happily rocks his hips as he looks at the other with a half-lidded gaze.] Cat got your tongue? Lorenz. [Ever the tease.]

[A promise, indeed— hopefully in a nicer room than those cramped bunks downstairs, if they're going to literally put in the hours. He nods to that, tightening his hold around Wriothesley's waist and pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Give him a moment to find his words again. He works his hips slow and deep, relishing the pressure and friction both.

But oh, alright, now he's being teased - he huffs out a breathy laugh, nuzzling against the side of his neck. Maybe he should just keep quiet, haha no, that's impossible--]

Have I not- [mmph-] told you enough how- how lovely you are?

[Another squeeze around the waist and a little pinch at his side, for teasing. Lorenz presses into him until his cock is buried completely, groaning as he slides back just as slowly. He doesn't want to hurt Wriothesley - any more than he wants, at least - and watches his face as he works up a steadier rhythm in and out.

So, okay, alright, yes - he can drop more compliments again.]

You've captivated me... What great luck that I could find you here.

[He should remind himself not to tease the man too much. He can take teasing. He can take people being rough. He can't quite take the tender compliments that the other seems intent on showering him with.

No, it isn't that he's opposed to being compliment. It's because he gets so damned turned on from being praised. It's embarrassing. Flustering. It throws him for a loop. It leaves his body feeling tingly and warm and his face a little flushed.

So he does what he thinks will surely keep the other from continuing their onslaught. He grasps the hair at the back of Lorenz's head. It's firm in how he tilts their head up so he can capture those lips in a heated kiss. If Lorenz can form sentences together, then the other simply has too much of their facilities in their grasp and he simply must change that.

And maybe he's a little too coherent himself. Lorenz might be worried about hurting him, but the boxer is already craving more. He rocks his hips with every thrust, the slap of skin on skin filling the room. It's lewd and wet matched with the way Wriothesley moans into the kiss, not at all bashful with how loud he was being.]

[Ah, the endearing vulnerability Lorenz craves—! Wriothesley melting under the steady onslaught of his many compliments is a plus, actually; he eats up every blush, every little stutter. So it's obvious what Wriothesley is doing by kissing him like that, and Lorenz can't help but laugh against his lips, delighted by it. A weakness to praise, mmm—he'll be sure to keep that one in his back pocket for the future.

For now he's all too happy to lean into the kiss, letting out a low and needy noise from moving just a little pulls his hair in that firm grip. If he can't shower compliments with his mouth he'll just do it with his hands, letting go of Wriothesley's waist to run both palms reverently up his sides and over his stomach up to his chest. Those sensitive nipples get extra attention, teasingly delicate touches completely counter to the hard thrust of his hips. They're both trying to take each other apart now and it's so - so—

The loveseat is getting to be a problem. Oh, he's more than sure they could both climax like this, but if he's being honest the angle could be better, and if he doesn't make Wriothesley see stars as much as possible, what kind of lover even is he-!

So:] Wriothesley, [ah, and he turns his head so that he isn't kissed breathless immediately again, since this one is a request,] Lie on your back, darling.

[He lets out a keen, his cock dribbling precome over hi stomach. The sensation of rough thrusts into him and the teasing touches on his chest is making his mind hazy. It takes a moment for him to register what Lorenz says and its only partly because he was denied another kiss.

Wriothesley gives the other a lazy smile as he shifts to lay down. He paints a pretty picture for the other, sprawled out and naked and wanting. His hair is disheveled, his lips kiss bruised, and a slight flush that travels down his neck. His gaze is half-lidded and hazy with lust.

He tilts his head and he wraps his legs around the leaner man's waist, heels digging into his back.] Anything for you, sweetheart.

[Oh, and he's so - cute, flushed and smiling and looking at him like that. Lorenz looks at him like he's the only other man on earth as he leans over him, hair a cascade of purple where it isn't sweat-stuck to his skin in little rivulets. Wriothesley can have his kiss now, while Lorenz's hands make expert work of memorizing every dip and divot of his chest and stomach.

And it's much easier in this position to work his hips up to a more urgent pace, deep quick thrusts that make his head spin. Every snap of his hips pulls a sound out of him - a gasp, a moan, a half-desperate whine - which he makes only minimal effort to muffle in more kisses.

There are half a dozen more ways he could sing Wriothesley's praises all rotating around his thoughts; he's stunning, he looks so compelling laid out and waiting to be ravished, he takes directions so very well— they all kind of blend together. Lorenz snakes a hand down to take hold of Wriothesley's cock, all of his wordier compliments coming out as the much simpler:] Good boy.

[The other really looked so good like this. Disheveled and not weighed down with whatever responsibilities and burdens that weigh on their shoulders. He's pleased to get them like this, stripped raw in every sense of the world.

He kisses back with a pleased sigh, enjoying the searing touches left by the other.

Wriothesley rolls his hips with those thrusts, his moans much louder than before as Lorenz seems to even hit deeper inside him. Everytime the head of their cock brushes passed his prostate, he clenches around them with a noisy moan. It felt damn good to be filled like this.

He loved this. The lightheaded, haziness of his mind would be so easy to get lost in until Lorenz' words cut through his thoughts like a hot knife. Good boy. It resounds in his head so strongly and he can't help the way his pupils get blown wide and the choked cry that escapes his mouth. His whole body tenses, and it isn't because of the hand on his weeping cock.

It takes him a moment to remember to breath. For his mind to catch up.] Oh. [His face must be bright red right now.]

[Oh indeed, for a reaction like that one; Lorenz blinks at him a few times, an extra moment required to realize, ah, he's very excited by praise, isn't he. Lorenz loves to preen under positive attention, he gets it, but oh! Wriothesley just gets more precious by the moment, doesn't he.

Lorenz cups his delightfully red face and kisses him soundly to pull him back into the moment; hello, yes, very good boy, and here he could have been saying that all along...]

Oh, [he repeats, that one single syllable dripping with satisfaction. The sort of satisfaction that goes straight to his cock, the sensation made only more intense with Wriothesley's muscles tightening around him. Impossibly tight heat, the slick on his fingers as he keeps stroking his cock, those blown-out pupils in his gorgeous face, mmph— Lorenz has to look away and duck his head to the crook of his neck to stop himself from climaxing immediately from the whole overwhelming effect of Wriothesley beneath him like this.]

Do you... I'm quite, ah—that is... [Yeah, he's not going to get these particular words out, but there are only so many questions he could be trying to ask: can he come inside, please him know.]

[Wriothesley can't help the strangled sound in the back of his throat as he's pulled back into the moment. The noise is something needy and desperate as he kisses back with an almost visceral need for the other. He's so damned turned on at the moment. This man is out to ruin him and he's all for it honestly.

He can tell that the other is close. Their thrusts becoming more erratic and more desperate. The way the other seems to be trying to ground themselves to keep going. It's all so delightful to see Lorenz come just as undone as himself.

And Wriothesley can't help but smile and let out a breathless laugh. Completely winded. He seems to always know what's going on in Lorenz' mind. His voice comes out in a husky, low whisper.] Inside. Fill me up. [His legs tighten around the other. Even if Lorenz didn't try to ask, he would have asked for it. Cleaning up will be a pain, but he doesn't care. He's addicted to the feeling of being filled and the feeling of it dripping out of him after.]

You feel so good. Driving me crazy with your cock and praises. [He rolls his hips with a groan.] Makes me want to be as good as I can for you. [Is this what Lorenz wanted?]

[Ooh, don't laugh— Lorenz huffs against his neck, way too far gone to really say anything else - he doesn't even have the presence of mind left to be politely embarrassed about his request. Maybe later he'll think about it and turn red enough to catch fire, but that's for Future Lorenz to get flustered about.

(Briefly, barely for half a second, he considers saying "thank you," but no, no, that would be silly.)]

Mm— Wriothesley. [He can still get that whole mouthful of a name out, Speech 100--] You are, you're wonderful.

[And oh, he wants plenty, but those words on top of everything else are too much for him to bear; that's enough to push him over the edge. He comes with a cry that fades into a softer noise, a whimper almost, most of him trembling as his orgasm spills into Wriothesley. He keeps rocking his hips on automatic, riding it out, squeezing Wriothesley's shoulder harder than he's even aware at the moment, coming down from that high.

Give him a second to reboot. While he catches his breath, he manages a murmured,] Simply astonishing.

[Don't worry, Lorenz. It's a laugh that is very fond. Very endeared.

The warmth he feels being filled up with Lorenz' seed is delightful. He groans happily as he's filled to the brim. He continues to rock his hips and milk the other completely through their orgasm. It's a pity he can't see the man's face at the moment, but the sounds Lorenz was making was definitely going to linger in his mind for whoever knows how long.

He's so close himself. He can feel the pit of his stomach coiled taut.] Please. [His voice is hoarse. He's too far gone to be embarrassed for what he's asking.] Say it again. [Surely he was deserving of praise again. To hear those two words.]

[Tell him he's pretty later, he'll forgive anything—

He's feeling a little boneless at the moment, thoughts still drifting in the haze of climax; it's the raw sound of Wriothesley's voice that pulls his focus back, leaning up again to take in his expressions with eyes still half-lidded and dark with lust. Oh, he wants to hear it again, how precious...]

Say it...? [He doesn't need to be told at all, he knows, this is merely the last hurrah of his gentle teasing. He grips Wriothesley's cock more firmly and strokes him quick and hard, speaking low and quiet like these words are their little secret,] Such a good boy; you needn't hold back.

[He really would have begged had the other tease him any longer. He wants that release so bad.

But Lorenz rewards him. The firm strokes and those words is more than enough for his mind to go deliciously blank. His body goes rigid as he feels his climax rush over him. An arch of his back off the cushions of the loveseat and Lorenz' names on his lips like it's the only word he knows. His seed spills over the other's hand and stains both their stomachs as he comes.]

[What a gorgeous sight he is. The sound of his name like that is a wonderful treat, too. He murmurs something affectionate and nonsensical into Wriothesley's ear, working his cock until he's completely spent.

(A metaphorical clock begins to tick; the post-sex haze will transform into Lorenz's passionate need to herd them both into a shower any minute now. Very sticky...)

He folds his arms on Wriothesley's chest and considers him, giving them both a moment to catch their breath. Honestly, he's not entirely sure of, hm, how to gauge a partner's desire to lie around for some lazy tenderness after the main event, as it were. He's sappy and soft-centered, sooo.]

How do you feel? [Still a teeny bit worried that he might have hurt him—]

[His arm slinks around Lorenz' waist and he shifts them so the two are lying on their sides together. It just so happens that Wriothesley is rather fond of cuddling. He buries his face into the crook of the other's neck, not seemingly bothered that the other was still deep inside him.

He chuckles at the concern. How cute of them to be so worried about him.]

Like a million mora. [He pulls his face away to show the other a wolfish grin.] Did you think a round of sex would take me out of commission?

[Oh, good, another pleasant little surprise. Lorenz hums and runs his fingers fondly through Wriothesley's hair, raising an eyebrow. Must he be teased for his legitimate questions...!

Nah, he's fine with it. Teasing him about it is an answer in itself; Lorenz doesn't discourage this in the slightest despite making faces, stealing a quick kiss.]

I am merely concerned... [Obviously, while still inside him. That's different, ahem.] You would hardly want to see me again if I were inconsiderate. And we are both far too tall for this seat, besides.

[Multiple comfort dimensions-! He's just looking out.]

[He would tease Lorenz less if Lorenz wasn't so cute when they're teased!!! It's his fault for being so endearing.

Also an easy target for someone as playful as Wriothesley.]

Concerned while still inside me? [Of course he was going to point it out.] Not that I mind. I'm fine being your cockwarmer too. [A cheeky grin as he kisses the other back.] Monsieur, you worry about my comfort a little too much. I am quite aware you have been concerned for my well-being this entire time. It's obvious in the way you treated me even in the throes of passion.

[It is surprisingly sweet. While he has had plenty of polite one night stands, there was never this much care.]

Ahaha— [Well, now he's blushing, good gracious. He's not beating the cute-when-teased allegations at all.] Can I help it if you feel so divine?

[He can do two things at once, he's a capable man. And he won't deny the depths of his fussy concern, idly playing with Wriothesley's hair some more. Hmm, and this callout of his fussing doesn't feel like criticism, but...]

Would you prefer something else? Caring for your well-being is simply how I am. I could... ask fewer questions.

[He'll replace it with more praise— The concern will still be there, though, that's just what he's like.]

[How darling. It's hard not to be charmed.] Careful with your words. [Refractory period aside, the other can easily rile him up for another round. Those compliments come out so naturally for the other, it's a boon and a curse.

His eyes flutter closed and there's a content sigh as he seems to enjoy the hands through his hair. He will never admit out loud how wanting he might have been for touch.] I never said that. There's nothing wrong with being so concerned. It's good that you're caring. [Surely the other will find a proper partner with such a caring attitude.]

That doesn't mean I won't tease you about it though.

[Hmm, well, in that case-- no, no, he's content to just to run his fingers through the other man's hair. It's sweet, how soft and relaxed he gets; Lorenz will pet him as much as he likes.]

Is that so? [Sigh! Woe, woe is Lorenz, etc.] I suppose that's a fair exchange.

[It's better than his fussing being refused outright, he thinks. There are definitely those who would think it egregious, or worse, insincere.]

Will you tease me if I say I would like to get to know you better? Perhaps we could have tea.

[Do you like tea parties, Wriothesley!!]

[Wriothesley is not so dissimilar from a big dog being pampered right now.]

Well, I wouldn't tease you as much, but you flush such a darling shade of red that I find that I can't help myself. [A chuckle as he says it.] I am not being dishonest that I think to care is better than to not. It is easy for people to be uncaring and cruel in pursuit of their own selfishness.

[Now this is an interesting situation. He's used to one night stands where they have a quick romp and move on. Maybe another go or two here and there, but there was no interest outside of just satisfying their physical needs. It isn't like he didn't know the other seemed charmed by him. They all but said so, but it's still an interesting situation. Also, how can he say no when there is the mention of tea? Lorenz cannot fault a man for perking up at the mention of it.] How am I supposed to say no to good company and tea? A man aiming for my heart, I see.

[Oh boy, does he.]

[Does he want to be scratched behind the ears... just say the word...]

You aren't incorrect. Unfortunately, a selfish individual will see no problem with their own behavior. There's nothing more egregious in life than dishonesty about one's intentions.

[Sometimes it takes people a while to realize that he himself couldn't possibly lie about such things and all of that flowery bravado is entirely serious, but! Never mind that now! There's tea on the table!! Lorenz leans up on his elbow to discuss the important matters of Quality Tea. How fortuitous...!!]

That aside, really? You would? That is, of course— fine tea speaks for itself, and you do strike me as a man of taste. I will begin investigating the finest blends this place has to offer!

[tea!!!!!]

[Hey, gotta work up his friendship level for that. He can't be too easy, you know. He has an image to uphold!

This is not the pillow talk he was expecting, but he isn't complaining. Learning more about Lorenz and their opinions was definitely fascinating for him.] A man who values honesty. Your way of acting and opinions would make me think that you have always been a native to Fontaine. [He thinks they would fit well, but he has gone out of his way to assume that everyone he is meeting is not from Teyvat.

He raises a hand to ruffle Lorenz' hair.] Did you really think I was going to say no? [Well, okay, Lorenz' thoughts are probably not so outrageous. Most people do not expect the person they are hooking up with to want to spend much time after.] I think that we are likely to see each other even if this place is fairly large. It would discredit your hospitality and would make me a fool to not want to seek companionship.

[And his smile becomes more mischievious.] Besides, you had promised to unravel me for hours. Should I not hold you to it?

[But, now they're talking about tea!!!] I am fond of a good cup of tea though. It is something I used to collect. so it's a shame that I cannot offer one of my finest to you right this moment.

[Mm, see, that's the kind of thing he'd love to hear more about with a delicious cup of tea in hand - wherever Fontaine is, it's nowhere near Fódlan. Tea or no tea, he's interested in the local culture of the people he meets, of course.

Even if they ruffle his hair, wow-!!]

You would tease me for this, as well? [Ha, please. Lorenz tugs his hand away and tangles their fingers together, instead. He shrugs.] Some people here may not be interested in both the tea and the, ah - unraveling. It's only polite to ask after both.

[After how uncomfortable he was back in the game room being leered at, he's inclined to assume most people here are the "unraveling only" type, so - good! Good, that Wriothesley is not, for even without the added promise of intimacy it's reassuring to have people to spend time with.

So yes, the unraveling is still on. But also: tea.]

You could tell me about your favorite. I prefer a tea with strong floral notes, myself.

I can stop if it bothers you. [Wriothesley doesn’t think that Lorenz actually minds, but he can be wrong. Sometimes even he can read someone wrong.]

I won’t pretend that I do like the idea of sex with no strings attached. I am not so against the game and playing it. [He is shameless at the end of the day and it had been awhile since he had laid with another person.] That being said, I am not opposed to a cup of tea and something more mundane.

[He definitely is more than happy to chat about tea to someone. He finds that most of the company he keeps back home just does not care to talk about the particulars of tea.] I prefer a strong, black tea. Something to help with a potentially long night. I’ve had teas that are brewed with strong spices and found that to be quite heavenly. [Wriothesley seems to be very happy to ramble about tea with the way he talks happily.]

[Is he really bothered, no; he shakes his head. Wriothesley could do worse than tease him about his habits.

As for the game, and the sex without strings, mm - his brow furrows as he tries to collect his thoughts about all of it. "No strings" is something of a double-edged sword, from his point of view; mortifying, in one way, and in another a boon that should cancel out the mortifying parts if looked at from a certain angle.

So he's doing fine. With that. Right now. He's grateful that only one of them is incredibly high strung about it, if nothing else.]

Without the mundanity of tea and companionship, I doubt I could stay sane in circumstances like these.

[But tea, the easier topic. Lorenz cards his fingers through Wriothesley's hair again, idle, since he seemed to like it so much before.]

I've never found a spiced tea to be very soothing, although the fragrances can be quite sublime. Perhaps we'll chance upon one here that offers new perspectives. [hehehe tea!!!] Do you have any bergamot tea in Fontaine? The flavor profile is a strong citrus.

That’s probably good. [He doesn’t say why. There is a limit to what Wriothesley is willing to reveal and it seems that they have silently hit it. He thinks it’s good that the other needed normal socializing. It probably meant that their upbringing wasn’t completely wrought with suffering. That they had normal interactions.

Wriothesley simply could not tell them that they had grown up with very little in terms of companionship. He cannot tell Lorenz that he grew up on the streets then in prison where he could only scrape out a living. That no strings attached sex was just part of the norm.] It is normal to seek companionship. People are social creatures.

[His eyes flutter closed again. A pleased sigh.]

Have you tried having it with milk? It should help cut the spices a little. I do enjoy it for that but of kick though. [He considers Lorenz’ words and nods.] We have bergamot but is not as commonly served. Bulle fruit is favored for dishes and teas.

[There's something there, in the way Wriothesley doesn't quite agree with him - it's only "probably good"? But Lorenz has a personal rule to not press on the things left unsaid, as they're almost always left unsaid for a reason, so - he inclines his head in brief agreement, and he lets it go. Far better to lavish him with easy affection, fingers curling against his scalp a moment, then continuing.

That said.

Sir.]

Milk? [In his tea!!!] What do you take me for, a coffee-drinker?

[lorenz be normal about tea challenge--okay]

I... will consider the milk, if we are able to find an adequate replacement for your spiced tea. And I will find you the finest bergamot this place has to offer, without milk. A rose tea will tantalize the senses, as well— a quality blend possesses the elegance and power of the rose, you will see. Of course, I will need an appropriate tea set to prepare it with, as well...

[He barks out a laugh.] Monsieur. Do not knock it. I can hear your delicate senses being offended, but there are many cultures that use milk in their teas and that we should respect it. There is no greater joy for me than to try and enjoy a cup of tea in an authentic and traditional way that a certain blend should be enjoyed. [It is one of the few things that he indulges in. It is rare for him to get exposure to other cultures that he can’t help but be elated to spend some of his time enjoying a cup of tea that is brewed as close to its tradition as possible.]

If you have not gotten to try teas of other regions then I will be sure to have you try them as they are traditionally made. Of course, I hope I can have you try some of Fontaine’s favorites if it is possible to procure the certain blends. I find I enjoy them with two sugars myself, but I think there is a lot of enjoyment to drinking different teas in different ways. [Wriothesley is not being normal about tea at all.]

Delicate— ahaha, my, you are funny! [No, this time laughing at him is completely deserved, he's a snob-] Yes, yes, alright. I have already promised to try it with milk!

[How can he refuse the Earnest Passion of a fellow tea enthusiast? Will he make faces about it when the tea is in front of him? Probably, yes. But he'll still drink it, for the sake of experiencing a new tea...!]

Please, do not think me so set in my ways that I cannot try new things. I will eagerly sample any tea you select, whether with sugars or with milk. Surely there are enough blends here that we might make a regular meeting out of it...?

[Please, he'll expire without regularly scheduled tea time.]

I try. [A cheeky grin, because he thinks he's plenty funny. But for what it's worth, Wriothesley presses a quick, chaste kiss to the man's cheek.] I promise it's plenty enjoyable.

[Look, even if Lorenz ends up not liking it, wouldn't it be worth it to listen to this dumb man ramble on about tea and how to prepare them for hours on end? Because Wriothesley definitely can do that. He's practically doing it right now.] If I didn't know any better, you sound completely whipped for me, monsieur. [He grins at the other. Mirth fills those steel blue eyes.]

You needn't ask. If you tell me a time I will make myself available for a cup.

[It's just tea (with milk), he can drink tea with milk, he can drink tea with milk and be completely normal about it, he's sure... Well, if it winds up being terrible, it's true that Wriothesley's enthusiasm for tea preparation is very compelling? To think, Lorenz might have had to go without a knowledgeable companion for tea time...

Anyway, the boldness of trying to placate him with a kiss (it's working) and then calling him out. Please. He sputters out a laugh himself, surprised, and puts a finger over Wriothesley's lips. Shush, don't put him on blast like this.]

Speak for yourself. You know, there is such a thing as too available. [Not that he's complaining, drawing his finger away and going for another quick kiss.] I do appreciate it, as well as your company.

[Tea time confirmed! Ooh, he's going to be so extra about it, it's going to be spectacular.]

And what type of snacks do you like with your tea? There is a delectable recipe for sweets that I have enjoyed since I was a boy that I am sure I could have made somewhere here.

[Lorenz is such a hater for what is a perfectly enjoyable mix!!!

Wriothesley could also be normal, but where would the fun be in that? He could push that finger away with his hand, but instead, he wraps his tongue around said finger and takes it into his mouth and sucks before the other can pull their finger away from his lips. Because he is not beneath trying to fluster the other.

He laughs.] Do you want me to take it back? Should I make myself sparse? I see no reason not to make time for afternoon tea. I usually have it alone, but having it with company sounds far more pleasant. [And he lets the other give him a kiss in return. Lorenz seems rather fond of even these small little things.]

I have a bit of a sweet tooth, but I've never been particularly picky. I'm not opposed to trying new things either. [If anything, he probably seems to be the most likely to try something new at least once. A chance to broaden his experiences is something he'll never refuse.]

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[Milk... ugh...

Now, sucking his finger is objectively cheating in this particular context, not only because it instantly makes Lorenz flush pink. That is a distraction tactic-!!]

No, no, your attendance at tea time is most appreciated. How many ways would you like me to say it?

[He can be very extra about this, too, if need be. He's already mentally crafting his teatime menu; really, no preference for snacks? Well then, it's going to be all "specially made for my family" recipes, as soon as he finds a baker among the employees who will put up with him. Excellent.]

How is this? Kindly grace me with your presence and your knowledge of traditional teas. As your esteemed host, I will make it worth your while.

[With snacks... but also.]

[Maybe Lorenz shouldn't put his fingers so close to someone's mouth!!! He doesn't know if they'll bite, or in this situation, suck on them!!!]

You needn't anymore. I have already agreed. I merely jest and tease you a little bit. I would be more than happy to attend, so you don't have to worry. I will be present.

[Lorenz... Please, there's no need to be extra. Wriothesley is an easygoing guy. There's no need to convince him.]

You already had me at tea. [He chuckles as he finally shifts to move away from the other. A shiver running up his spine as he feels Lorenz' cock slide out of him and their seed dripping out of his entrance.] Though, if you're going to promise it'll be worth my while, then I certainly am not gonna say no.

[Can a man not shush another grown adult in peace... Anyway, if Lorenz isn't extra at least 8 times per day, he will die. It's a condition.]

Alright, then I will let you know when I have found a suitable tea. [And tea set, and snack, and location, and learned how to send a text message, and...

Wriothesley slides off of him and Lorenz relishes that last bit of friction, and then, ah—tea can no longer distract him from the mess they've made of each other. The thought of putting clean clothes back on to get to a shower is so... ugh. He looks instead at his Watch, which has been blinking at him for something close to twenty minutes now, waiting for him to see its new message. Somehow.]

I should think... ah. Hmm. [He thinks something and that something will never be known, as he finally taps the right spot on the Watch to see the Congrats on the Sex account payout notification.

Goddess preserve him. Perhaps a burial at sea would be most appropriate? If not a strongly worded letter. Ah... ahhh.]

...

[It takes him a moment, as his mind can only scream like an overboiling tea kettle. He lifts his wrist, gesturing at the Watch.]

Wriothesley, did you also receive... a private notice?

[Wriothesley gets up from the loveseat to stretch. He has his back to the other as he raises his arms, muscles in his back and shoulders flexing and unflexing as he gets a good stretch out. He can feel the ache in his muscles and he is definitely feeling it in his lower back. Lorenz' cum drips down his thighs, but he ignores that. There isn't anything he can do until he can clean himself out.]

Hm? [He looks over his shoulder before lowering his arm to look at his watch. Thankfully, he had gotten some help from someone more tech savvy to get him to understand the watch. He had tinkered a bit with it on his own, but having someone who knew how to use it really did help a lot. A tilt of his head and-]

I received a payout for the sex we had.

[While Lorenz seems to be ready to explode, Wriothesley doesn't seem so bothered by it. After all, he knew they were potentially going to be playing a game that involved sleeping around. Getting paid for having sex is not something so outrageous to him.

Also, he would not deny that he had done plenty of things to get Credit Coupons while in prison.

Wriothesley can tell that the other is having a moment though.] Are you okay?

[Ah, and hold on, his latest crisis is briefly put aside to admire that fine, fine back and everything else— mm! Several parts of Lorenz are completely okay and do not want to participate in his Issues, indeed. Just look at him...

But they've really both been paid, and he isn't merely hallucinating the cheerful message on his Watch about it. Yet again, Wriothesley seems like he's unbothered and yet again, Lorenz envies him that surety.]

Quite fine, [he says, unconvincingly. He stands and moves to gather his clothes from the floor, almost managing to hide the withering look he keeps flinging at the Watch.

What should he say? That he was brought up to place himself outside of the factors considered valuable in choosing companionship, and that until very recently, he agreed with that? That his "very recent" decision to include himself in the equation at the risk of his father's ire really only extended to marrying someone he actually liked instead of courting a business partner? After years of war and now waking up in this glittering monstrosity it feels small and unimportant, but if it's small and unimportant then what else has been like that all along—

What should he say, that sex with Wriothesley felt good not only physically, but as a thing he wanted and he chose and to be paid for it now feels like the stupid Watch is mocking him and taking the whole thing and breaking it over its tacky gold knee—

He's folded his shirt very aggressively, thinking about this. He unfolds it again and sighs.]

The payment does rankle quite a bit, if I am to be completely honest! [haha!! jeez!!!] I did not expect their surveillance of us during their "game" to be so... thorough.

[This is another Issue, as it happens, on top of the others. Can he not have private, non-gamified sex, Goddess—]

That is all. [enh.] Within my top five list of most immediate concerns. Ultimately, it changes nothing about how much I enjoyed our time together.

[And if he blinks for a split second like he's just realizing that as he says it out loud, well, it's because he's feeling so normal and okay about everything ever. Tada!]

[Even if Wriothesley was not as sharp as he is, he thinks anyone would be able to tell how troubled the other seemed suddenly. He watches every little action the man makes with a careful gaze. He is quiet as he lets the other talk. Small bits and pieces for Wriothesley to piece together.

A quirk of a smile and he makes his way over to the other. He snakes an arm around Lorenz' waist and tugs them close, burying his face in the crook of their neck.]

Given the point of the game we are to participate in, it is likely there are a few facets of the system put in to guarantee everything is to run smoothly. [He can understand the other's upset even if the transactional part of this all doesn't bother him. He'll take it as a plus if anything.

Not everyone enjoys the idea though.]

Do you feel like it dirties our time together? [He presses kisses to the man's shoulders.] Mora for your thoughts? Is there nothing I can say that might help bring you peace? I would hate for this to sour what was an enjoyable time together, monsieur.

[For a brief moment Lorenz thought he might be skilled in the art of deflection, but ah, apparently not if Wriothesley can see through him so immediately. He expects nothing - of course, since he thought he could "I am So Okay" his way out of a conversation - and certainly doesn't expect to be pulled into an embrace like this.

For a moment he's tense, drawn taut by his own thoughts and the assumption that another teasing comment is coming. It doesn't; he leans into Wriothesley, freeing a hand from his armful of clothes to wind around his shoulders. It's nearly an automatic movement to drag his nails up the back of Wriothesley's neck into his hair, gratitude and comfort both. The gratitude is for this well of patience; the comfort is more for himself. Stroking someone else's hair is very soothing...

First things first:] Ah, no! Not at all! I shall not allow the whims of this place to sully our sharing this moment!

["We banged and now I feel bad" isn't the problem, please trust him-!! But oh, the tangled mess of all the things that are the problem, he wouldn't know where to begin.]

I find the payment system more... gauche than encouraging. That much is true. It does nothing but further emphasize how little value we have in this place besides as sexual objects. A grave error if I have ever seen one, for what will happen if the people tire of the "game"?

As for my peace, well... your presence is a soothing balm in itself. [he's being cute and giving a damn??? whew!] Thank you.

[Lorenz might be able to fool other people, but Wriothesley is just too sharp of a person. He also doesn't like things to fester and it really did seem like there was something weighing heavily on the other's mind. If he can dispel whatever concerns the other might have, then it would be better for the both of them.

He lets the other do as he pleases, pliant in Lorenz' hands.]

People are often undervalued, it's true. [He understands that quite a bit, which is why he never does so. He has seen the mistreatment of people for too long to ever do it himself. Has been at the receiving end of mistreatment for so long.] That being said, we are at a disadvantage right now. We've arrived with nothing to our name, so we have to get resources somehow. If this place is going to give us a means to do so, then we should take advantage of it.

[He ends up tugging the other back down to sit on the loveseat. They can get dressed in a moment.] We play the game and we work the system. Enjoy yourself a little bit than to abhor the moment. Regardless of how people feel about the game, this place will continue to maintain whatever its status quo is.

[Wriothesley's tone is calm, but the playfulness the man usually exudes is replace with someone more serious. More fitting of his position as warden. He also speaks like he is very familiar with being stuck in a system built against him.

He smiles.] Keep in mind that there are many of us in the same situation who are probably feeling similarly. This is not something you have to suffer alone.

[Consider: they just sit here and he keeps running his fingers through Wriothesley's hair and no one has to think about being a piece of meat with a paycheck.

If only. Everything Wriothesley says makes sense, objectively; Lorenz sees the point, really, he does. But seeing the point from a distance and altering so much of his instinctual behavior are very different things, so - hmm. He's listening, at least.]

You do not believe the status quo can be sufficiently changed...? [That's a little dire, isn't it? He makes a face with a wry little grin.] Anyone feeling as I am about it absolutely does not want to share that with as many people as possible, as it happens. For one thing, it is quite embarrassing...

[He shakes his head, like, no more sulking about it! He's done with that! It's finished!!]

You understand this type of situation more readily than I do, clearly. I cannot yet hope to make an informed decision about how to proceed. Nevertheless, your input is invaluable. In the meantime...

[In the meantime... uh... ah,] Well, I have suddenly come into some funds for tea.

I think that to change the status quo, one needs resources. Leverage. [This is said knowingly. After all, he had turned the Fortress of Meropide to a hostile environment unfit for survival to what it is now.] It's important to understand the system and its ins and outs if you want to do something about it. Otherwise, you are just a fool with high hopes.

[A chuckle.] It does not need to be shared for it to be understood. Are you embarrassed for speaking about it to me? [He knows the answer with them sitting here, and Lorenz' hands all over him. The other probably wouldn't have told him if they didn't feel comfortable enough to tell him.]

It is a matter of experience and perspective. It does not make you any lesser because you have not been put on the spot of such unideal circumstances. I'm sure that you'll make do with time. You have shown me that you can be quite confident when you want to. When you aren't letting your thoughts weigh you down so heavily.

[He laughs in the meantime.] So you have. I can't say I can complain. I get good sex and then good tea out of it? Sounds perfect to me. [Shameless.]

Fools with high hopes are historically catalysts, if you believe in legends.

[Romantic tales of solitary knights going against the forces of evil, that kind of thing. Lorenz is fully aware of the reality of making tangible change; that takes upheaval, that takes resources, yes, sometimes it even takes war - but wouldn't it be nice if it was hopeful fools for once. Mm.

Oddly enough it's that part of what Wriothesley says more than the more personalized encouragement that makes Lorenz feel less like a single spark could set him ablaze (and not in a sexy way, at that). Systems and resources are so much more tangible; he knows where he stands when it comes to systems and resources.]

Does it embarrass me to inflict my insecurities upon you...? Mm. [He cants his head to one side and raises an eyebrow, as if to say, listen, having now seen him short circuit twice, what do you think-- kind of, yeah!! But only a little, so maybe enough of his comfort levels are unlocked via orgasm, it's possible.

He gives Wriothesley an affectionate hair ruffle and then reaches for his hand, to press a gentlemanly kiss to the backs of his fingers.]

What a relief; I would be mortified if you waited until now to tell me what an awful lover I am. [endeared by the shameless. gosh.] Luckily, my skills as a host for tea are second to none.

[It'd be even worse to be bad at tea than bad at sex? That said, after he... considers thoughtfully, for a moment,] It seems you found the words to bring me peace, after all. I would be glad to be someone you can rely on in the future, as well. If you would like.

Perhaps it's true. You need at least one to get the ball going I suppose.

[He would like to believe in a romantic spinning of tales, honestly speaking. It is unfortunate that he is much too realistic about how the world works. Still, it is nice to fantasize, he thinks.]

Inflict is a harsh word. If I were not interested in hearing what you have to say, then I would not have asked in the first place. My hope was to dispel them instead of letting such things fester. [He speaks only honestly. Better to handle things quickly before they get out of control.

But hey, he gets some fond attention and an endearing kiss on his hand. What is he? A maiden to be courted? It makes him chuckle.]

If it were so awful, I would do some gentle guiding. [Wriothesley knew what he enjoyed after all. He could help lead the other to hit all the right spots. He didn't have to do much of that, and what he did do was merely because Lorenz seemed overtly concern of his health.] I think you to be too attentive of your partner to be a bad lay, besides.

[He smiles a little.] I will keep it in mind. [It isn't a rejection, but it is a cautious answer. It isn't anything that Lorenz has done wrong, but merely that Wriothesley is slow to trust others. But it doesn't mean that Wriothesley isn't considering it at the very least.]

I'd love to continue to talk about tea and everything else, but there's only so long I can walk around with your cum inside me, monsieur. I think getting washed up is in order.

[He's getting another kiss on the hand for his efforts before Lorenz lets go, so enjoy that one, too. It's been second nature to keep his various insecurities close to his chest and try to be the good listening ear for others, instead - so it's... different, to hear Wriothesley say to him the kinds of things he might have said to someone else, in some other scenario.

So he deserves the courtly hand kissing, is the point. Lorenz hums and shrugs to the point about his nonstop attentiveness, like, that's just how he is! Good to know it's an enjoyable feature, he supposes.

Now then, there has to be a more delicate way to address The Mess, but ooh that's speaking his language:] Please. I have never been more... sticky in my life.

[He's so ready to get out of here and wash his hair at least three times, for starters. He gets up to continue gathering his clothes, saying over his shoulder:]

You need not trouble yourself about my offer, for the record. I would never demand anything of you that you would not offer willingly! And if it causes you discomfort to speak of it, then I would not hear it at all. That is a personal creed.

[He knows a lot of people who hesitate when it comes to opening up, so if that sounds like he's had practice saying it before - yeah.]

[Such a gentleman as usual.

Wriothesley steps away to finally pick up his discarded clothes, shivering sometimes when he feels more of Lorenz' seed dribble down his legs. A lick of his lips and a laugh.] I could have licked you clean if it was going to bother you so much. [Wriothesley is nothing if not brazen, though it just gives Lorenz plenty more to imagine when they're not together. The man is certainly a menace.

He does pause as the other speaks again. Ah, called out. He lets out a quiet exhale.]

It's nothing like that. [His mouth quirks into a small smile.] I would like nothing more to take you up on your offer.

[It would be nice, he thinks, to be able to trust the other. Others.]

[Lorenz pauses while pulling his shirt back on, thinking about how he will also need to, er, learn to do laundry really quickly-- to instead consider being licked clean. That's another mental image for the pile, indeed. He resumes fiddling with his buttons, considering this whole show-confidence-and-express-himself idea, so:]

It seems you have quite the sinful mouth, yourself. I would not be opposed.

[...He's getting there.

But oh, that admission is - sad, in its way. It must be difficult; Lorenz reaches out to touch his cheek with a small smile of his own.]

Take your time. My offer will stand.

[Now then. Getting dressed, and trying to finger-comb his hair into an acceptable shape.]

I suppose we have to return the dice, as well.

[Wriothesley slides his pants back on, deciding that there was no reason to also dirty his underwear when he would be getting washed up soon enough. He lazily slips his dress shirt back on, not even bothering to button it up all the way. All the marks Lorenz has left is out on display like a man showing off his trophies. He balls his waistcoat and undergarments up and keeps them tucked under his arm. With how disheveled his hair is, the mess of his clothes, and the marks left behind, there really was no doubt as to what they had been up to.

He just offers Lorenz a wicked smile.] I am merely offering. If my partner hates to get dirty, then I should let him know that I am the type who swallows. [He definitely knows what kind of images he must be putting into Lorenz' mind.

Devilish in his grins, even if he almost seems to feign innocence. As though his words were simply talking about the weather.

It's a stark contrast to how seemingly sweet the other is. Gentle.

He loops his arm with Lorenz'.] Well, let's go then. [With the way they look now, those that had seen Lorenz as meat to be ogled before will surely have to reconsider their image of the man.]

[Ah, so he's going for an unsubtle approach, Lorenz sees. Can't say he minds getting a fresh view of all the marks he's left on display like that, although he's already buttoned himself all the way up. The marks Wriothesley has left on him are for the two of them; the ogling eyes will have to make do with only one boldly exposed chest.

He sputters out a laugh - please, how can he present himself in public if Wriothesley keeps giving him all these exciting new images to think about - and remembers to slip the long-abandoned dice into his pocket before steering for the door. Half of him expects a crowd of voyeurs just outside, but when the door is pushed open—

No crowd. If they get any passing looks on their way, it's appreciation for Wriothesley's current look and gazes Lorenz can only consider recontextualizing for himself. He ignores these. He doesn't even frown at anyone, though he does press closer to Wriothesley as they walk, so that nobody gets the bright idea of trying to invite either of them into another ridiculous game. Onward to the showers.

And low, under the noise of the roady casino rooms,] Speaking to your earlier point... Is that what you prefer, or do you enjoy an equivalent exchange?

[He's going to call it that, yes. Of course he is.]

[Wriothesley is not fond of being in the limelight in reality. He doesn't like being noticed. Still, with everyone throwing away all their inhibitions, the boxer honestly looks like most others walking around. The pair gets looks from others, but it's mostly in passing. It's manageable.

He lets out a thoughtful hum.] Is that what we're calling it now? An equivalent exchange? [A teasing look as he glances at the other.]

To answer your question though, I enjoy pleasing my partners. You can say by pleasuring someone, I also derive pleasure from it. [Wriothesley is rather observant with others and his priority in bed had always been his partners. It was to a point where he often forgets to be more selfish. He always enjoyed himself regardless, so he never thinks much on pursuing anything particular.] You'll find there is very little I don't enjoy.

Ahaha, that's what we're calling it in public! [Meet him halfway!!

In any case, this does explain why Wriothesley couldn't give a whole answer for how he likes to be touched. It's not a bad thing, but how can Lorenz appropriately fuss over how much he's enjoying himself if they're both just bouncing acts of service back and forth— hm!]

Shall I make a list of viable acts and check them off one by one?

[Not an impossibility, but also, he'd burst into flame if anyone else ever found it. Pros, cons.]

And what if it would please me to please you?

How cute. [Sorry, but it really is kind of cute. He can't help but tease when the other is so embarrassed to say what it actually is. Wriothesley is literally walking around looking he got ravished. He did get ravished. Lorenz literally is why he looks like he currently does!!!

But Wriothesley seems to legitimately be thinking over Lorenz' words. Talking about it, he was finding, was a little more embarrassing than he bargained for. Maybe because it made him feel just a little more vulnerable. He wasn't shy about the physical aspect. It was easy to get lost in physical pleasure. It's a little harder when it's Lorenz trying to fulfill him. The emotional aspect always throws him a little off.]

...My neck and chest are sensitive. It's probably because of the scars. Hair pulling. Inner thighs. [Because Lorenz seems to want to know so badly, he can at least try.

He does not bring up his praise kink. Surely the other knew at this point. He didn't have to mention it.

Wriothesley does chuckle a little as they near the showers.] It's a surprise. I thought you would only care about your pleasure mostly. [Not that he thinks the other would have been a pillow queen or something, but he definitely did think things were going to go differently.]

[Ravishing him - like he deserves, thank you - and talking about wanting to ravish him again in front of dozens of people are different, in Lorenz's defense...! He huffs and elbows Wriothesley lightly for that; yes, yes, he's heard this exact teasing a dozen times now.

He's taking thorough mental notes, though. Neck and chest, mhm, he recalls with perfect clarity the way Wriothesley had reacted to kisses all down his chest. He will remember these tips, humming in a decidedly pleased tone to have gotten these specifics out of him. Good, good.

Although...] Really? Is that the type of man I come across as?

[Is it his overt Fussy Spoiled Rich Guy thing, because he knows about that one. He's been informed.]

I am delighted to have surprised you, in any case. I do believe in mutually beneficial engagements. [equivalent exchange. ha.

Once they're in the showers he looks around to see that they're the only ones here, so lucky, and immediately gets to work on his many buttons.]

You have figured me out by now, but seeing the fruits of my labor in the bliss of another is—highly exhilarating. I have no pressing desire for a perfunctory tumble without considering my partner.

[The elbow merely gets a bark of a laugh out of him. It's a carefree sound filled with nothing but amusement.

He shakes his head a bit.] It isn't a slight at you or anything. It's just something I expect.

[Which probably says more about who he has slept around with more than anything. But hey, he doesn't fault them either. People in prison who are suffering and fighting for survival are seeking even a bit of pleasure and he gave that to them. He knew exactly what he had been signing up for.] I didn't mean to insinuate that you specifically would be that way.

[Wriothesley is quick to discard his garments. A shower honestly sounds great right now for the slight aches in his body.] Ever the gentleman I see. [He leaves his clothes in a crumpled pile and makes his way to turn on one of the shower heads.]

[Lorenz hums, shrugging off his waistcoat and shirt. Now that he's not exactly in a hurry, he takes the extra seconds to fold them tidily and put them on the shelf next to the towels. He can be tousled and rumpled for only so long.

Anyway, he rather thinks Wriothesley should consider bedding people with more time on their hands to really dedicate to the experience, but he supposes if it works, it works? There's about a two hundred percent chance he could say something here, then actually experience it and change his mind, so.]

Never you mind, then. A gentleman is not so easily offended.

[Well.

Other times, he is. A gentleman is never offended right now, in this shower room. He sets the rest of his clothes neatly folded with the shirt and stretches, heading for another shower head. At last... hot water...]

I could stand here for hours. If I begin to shrivel, rouse me from my stupor.

[Well, Lorenz will just have to give him a proper experience now won’t they?

Wriothesley tilts his head as he looks at the other.] Is that so? Last time I checked, you reacted quite strongly to a multitude of things. You were quite affronted when I compared you to prey. [Don’t think he had forgotten. He doesn’t forget.]

I’m a little busy… [The hot water feels wonderful on his body. If there’s something he never takes for granted, it was hot water. But he can’t quite relax yet.

Lorenz probably hears a sharp intake of breath from the boxer as he reaches behind himself to slowly stretch his hole. He’ll never complain about getting filled, but clean up was always its own thing.]

Well, I would rather die of shame than be viewed as some- some weak, wilting flower. We are speaking of the difference between the elegance and strength of the rose and the piteousness of the dandelion; you understand.

[Does he. Just go with it regardless. Anyway, yes, so he was offended about that, obviously it's different! So different he needn't explain further, perusing the confusing selection of shampoos before he finds the most floral-smelling one to wash his hair with.

And—ah, that is... Wriothesley is a sight to behold doing anything at all, but soaking wet and stretching himself is another thing entirely. Lorenz puts the shampoo bottle back on the shelf before he squeezes it dry. Good gracious.

He is going to watch, though.]

Sometimes being underestimated is good. You have the element of surprise.

[Wriothesley is kind of an underdog guy, so he thinks that he has always been underestimated until he finally took on the mantle of administrator.

He can feel Lorenz’ gaze on him and there’s something so thrilling about having someone’s undivided attention like this. He braces one arm against the shower wall, resting his forehead against it, while he widens his stance to accommodate what he’s doing more easily.

Lorenz can watch the way his seed drips out of the boxer’s entrance before he stuffs two fingers in to start scooping it out of himself. He can’t help the groan that escapes his mouth.]

We will have to agree to disagree. The element of surprise is not very me.

[He doesn't really go in for the bait and switch, like, ever; it's never occurred to him. So it feels, hm, not quite fitting right to think about utilizing it now.

Which he can think about later, if he isn't still thinking about this. Absent-mindedly he remembers to keep scrubbing his hair. Watching him wet and groaning and knowing that he himself is responsible for this scene now, mmph— perhaps he should take a colder shower.]

As a gentleman, I do apologize for the... mess. [A beat.] As a partner, however, I would hate to miss seeing you like this.

[A breathless laugh at the other’s words. He looks at Lorenz over his shoulder. His gaze is somewhat heated.]

You don’t have to apologize. I asked for this. I wanted it. [Mess or not, he would say yes everytime. Probably. He licks his lips.] You enjoying the show? You’re always free to give a hand.

[There is no way he won’t get turned on if Lorenz does. He already is turned on just being watched.]

Admittedly, it is only about half of one apology. [Ahaha,] Keep yourself together until I've finished rinsing my hair.

[He's still sudsy, but he'll make shorter work of it and turn the faucet off to sidle under Wriothesley's shower head instead. For a moment he just looks him up and down with pursed lips, like he's having trouble choosing a tea except that tea here is where to put his hands. Then he places a hand between Wriothesley's shoulder blades and traces down, following the path of a water droplet as it dips lower and lower.]

It almost feels like a pity to interrupt you like this. This time, how would you like to be touched?

[His cock twitches as he hears Lorenz turn his own shower head off and hearing the wet footsteps grow louder until the other is behind him. Heat pools in his stomach and he vaguely thinks that this was inevitable with them showering together. Or maybe he's just too horny for his own good. Honestly, he hopes the other is also just as interested.

A breathy moan escapes his lips as he arches his back from Lorenz' touch. It's searing, yet not enough.] I mean you're free to just w-watch. [A shiver runs up his spine. He doesn't know which he wants. No, he does. He wants to be touched, but he also knows that he wants to be watched until he can't help but feel he needs to be touched.]

[This hadn't been the plan, exactly; Lorenz had intended on showering and then making his way back upstairs to fetch himself some additional day clothes and then perhaps browse around for tea. He would have asked if Wriothesley wanted to come along, of course, as he is good company. Fooling around in the shower wasn't in the plans.

He'd have waited until after the first tea time, at least. But here they are, and with Wriothesley already reacting so strongly to his most innocent of touches. That is invigorating, to say the least.

Lorenz steps around to stand at his side to see his face better, running his fingers back up his spine.]

Wriothesley... [did they not discuss this on the way here! give it a try!] Know that you are about to hear the rarest of requests I have ever made: Tell me what to do. Would you, please?

[He turns to look at the other. Wriothesley's disheveled hair was now sticking to his skin from the water. He looks at the other with something akin to hunger.

Another shiver down his spine as the other continues to touch him with maddeningly feather light touches. It's not enough.]

Lorenz. [And his voice comes out low. Purr-like.] Won't you help clean the mess you made in me? [Wriothesley doesn't consider him a shy person by any means, but there's something just a little flustering about asking the other to basically finger him. Even if he's shameless enough to spread his fingers and open himself up for the other.]

[It's a good look for him. Lorenz pushes some of that wet hair back from his face, leaning in closer. He's flushed and not only from the hot water, a look Wriothesley must recognize by now.]

How could I refuse such an earnest request? For you, anything you want.

[One last skim of his hand down Wriothesley's back, then over the curve of his ass, teasing a fingertip just above his entrance. Just because he wants Wriothesley to get a little more selfish doesn't mean he doesn't also want to hear him really need it. Every sound he makes is endearing and arousing at once.

Lorenz doesn't tease very long, though, pressing just the one finger inside him slow and deep. Cleanup is going to get a little slower with him holding the reins, as it were.]

You could. Last I checked you were a bit of ahh tease...

[Case and point. He feels those fingers on him, not yet giving him what he wants. How his body wants to clench down on the digit, but Lorenz hasn't even given it to him. He has forgotten that this whole thing is supposed to be them cleaning up. It'll come in time.

But god, that finger is heavenly. It's just very different to have someone opening him up. Touching him like this. He tries not to roll his hips.] M-mm. Taking your time? One might think you want me to stay stuffed with your cum.

[Lorenz hums, like, he's not teasing, he's being very generous right now. He works his finger in and out of him a few times, only sliding a second finger in on the third or so go. Curling his fingers before he next draws them out could be getting around to cleaning up and could be to hear Wriothesley stutter again, or both.

As always, there has to be a less obscene way to say that—]

Shh, darling. [Lorenz presses a kiss to his shoulder, not trying to scold him for his filthy mouth or anything. Just shh, enjoy it.] This is all for you. If anything is not to your liking, you need only say.

[Lorenz curls their fingers and it makes Wriothesley's knees buckle. Oh, that was wonderful. It gets a shaky moan out of the boxer. He rocks his hips, trying to get more of those fingers in him. Getting cleaned up, be damned.

Even if Lorenz chastised him for his vulgar mouth, he'd not change his tune. Let's be real, Wriothesley is purposely being obscene with his words. To go against all those gentlemanly principles Lorenz seems intent on holding onto.]

I'll like anything you give me. [This probably isn't a lie either. Call him easy.]

[There's at least some incidental cleaning up happening here, surely. It's just overshadowed by how much Lorenz enjoys making him weak in the knees. He braces his other hand against Wriothesley's chest to steady him as he works his fingers in and out more evenly, stretching him open.]

Aha, that is almost a full request. [Points for effort! He gets another kiss on the shoulder.] You do take what you are given so very exquisitely.

[None of this is leaving Lorenz unaffected, even Wriothesley's vulgar language. If he really found it so objectionable, he would at least make an effort to stop him. There's a certain secret thrill about being the subject of that kind of talk, at least the way Wriothesley does it, in nearly the same moment as surprisingly wholesome declarations like his next one.]

How does it feel?

[He shudders as he groans again. Two fingers isn't enough. Not when he had the other's cock inside him just earlier. Being stuffed filled had been so good and his body was already craving more.]

You just give me exactly what I want. [Which isn't hard when Wriothesley is happy to receive anything, but that's besides the point. There's a shuddering breath as he rolls his hips to try and take Lorenz' fingers deeper. Speaking of giving him exactly what he wants-] Give me another. I can take it. It's nowhere near enough.

[The hand that isn't braced against the shower wall blindly reaches for Lorenz' length. Surely he isn't the only one getting into it. Maybe a round two of some sort wasn't exactly planned, but it surely is on the table.]

Good. Your fingers feel, ah, fucking great.

[Ah, there it is, the unprompted demand. Lorenz is more than happy to time the thrusts of his fingers with the way Wriothesley rolls his hips, lips trailing up from his shoulder to his neck, pressing a satisfied little smirk into his skin. Even more points.

Lorenz is nothing if not accommodating, of course, sliding in a third finger and pressing all of them deep inside him. He's so focused on this that he doesn't entirely register Wriothesley's hand until it bumps against his thigh, the sudden brush of skin making his cock twitch.]

Your feedback is invaluable. [only, like, a fraction teasing-] I do want you to feel sublime.

[He takes Wriothesley's blind hand and moves it onto his own length, helpfully, with a delicious shiver from that contact alone. Wriothesley already getting needy and the memory of the sex they just had are a deadly combination of turn-ons; he's a goner.]

In the interest of equally stating our needs: Keep a firm grip.

[The feeling of being stretched open with a third fingers makes him groan with pleasure. He clenches around the digits and his eyelids flutter; a man in bliss.]

You've only made me feel amazing. One round was never going to be enough. [Two rounds wasn't going to be enough either, but at this point it should be obvious that this was never going to be a one and done kind of deal.

His grip around Lorenz' length is firm as he starts stroking the other to the thrust of their fingers. He runs his thumb over the slit on the head of their cock. Wriothesley seems equally thrilled to be returning the favor of pleasuring the other.]

It's a shame that you came inside. [He looks at the other with a wicked smile.] Don't get me wrong. I loved that, but I wonder what you might taste like.

[The grip on his cock is perfect, making him shudder as a chill goes through him - extra divine, while they're still under the hot water. He presses closer to Wriothesley, sliding his hand up over his chest to grip his shoulder. He wants to be impossibly closer to the other in every way, hands and body and ducking his face into the crook of Wriothesley's neck to groan with need.]

You, aha- you did ask. [He huffs, amused and meeting that smile with a more sheepish one of his own. He loved it just as much, and undoubtedly they'll do that again sooner rather than later, but right now,] I will admit, I have been wondering the same about you.

[It's a little overwhelming, the ah, options— In a very short time Lorenz has gone from pointedly not thinking about any sex to thinking about the dozen-plus ways he would like to have Wriothesley, from making him come with fingers alone to sliding down to his knees and beyond. What is he supposed to do, actually choose? Nudging Wriothesley to make requests of him is practical, really.

While they're like this though, he curls his fingers against Wriothesley's prostate, keeping their gazes locked. He likes to see him react...]

Anything you want, I will happily give.

[Wriothesley tilts his head to press his face into Lorenz’ damp hair. His needy moans are no less quiet even muffled. If anything, it was probably louder with how close the two of them had gotten.

His laugh comes out breathless before it quickly turns into a groan.] I would gladly ask for it again. Can’t a guy want to be stuffed to the brim with cum once in awhile? [Shameless as always.]

You know it’s the same. If you want anything, I’m easy- [If not for Lorenz’ arm around his waist and his arm braced against the shower wall, he was pretty sure he would have crumpled to the tile floor with the ways his knees buckle as the other presses against his prostate. His moans are loud and shameless as he tries to grind down against those long fingers inside him. Even then, a lot of his weight is on the other to keep him upright.]

Fuck. Lorenz.

[Ah, and he can be as loud as he wants. Lorenz squeezes his arm around him tighter and hums, like, he's here, Wriothesley needn't worry about being dropped, good gracious. Being pressed this close and with Wriothesley falling apart in his arms, Lorenz thinks, oh; yes, he does get an extra thrill about taking charge like this and turning the man into a babbling mess. Even as aroused as he is, if he can hold himself back just a little longer...

And, as always, with a huff,] To the brim? You could make it sound... mm.

[Not like he's filling a cup or something, mercy-- Lorenz shushes him then - he can talk about how easy he is in a moment - rubbing his fingers inside him faster still. Oh, yes, the man barely upright and with Lorenz's name uttered hot and desperate like that? It's maddening just how thrilling that is.

He hums again, the brim-stuffing shameless comment momentarily forgotten, ahem.]

You know, earlier, I had considered merely watching you, before your generous invitation. Would you have liked that?

[Wriothesley continues to stroke the other, but there's no real rhythm to it. It's obvious he's struggling to give back with the way the other was relentlessly hitting his prostate. He wants to pleasure the other too, but his thoughts were fraying and he can barely put them together to form anything coherent.]

Mm, until there's so much, it comes out.

[Well, he can certainly still talk with his dick apparently. Or maybe he just wants to continue to spur the other on.

Wriothesley lets out a low keen as he pants, the water washes everything away, but he knows his cock was leaking. He feels heat coiling in the put of his stomach. It only seems to tighten with the way the other speaks to him. Wriothesley nods vigorously.]

Y-Yeah. I'd have given you a whole show... [He pants next to Lorenz' ear.] Would you have enjoyed it? Seeing me coming on fingers alone?

[Even his sporadic strokes are a delight, but Lorenz is completely fine with him not focusing on that at all for the moment. He rocks his hips slowly into Wriothesley's hand; if the other keeps his hand just like that, Lorenz can handle the rest.

And oh, the cup runneth over, sure, very dirty - Lorenz scoffs and moves the hand holding Wriothesley up to tease over a nipple, so maybe he'll be so worked up he'll have to try even harder to get his comments out.]

I think I would. [He thinks he'll enjoy it pretty soon, although with his own help--] You strike such a stunning profile that blooms into even greater radiance when you... enjoy yourself.

[He moves his fingers in a few short thrusts, to keep it interesting.]

Perhaps during a future meeting, you would like to do the same? To watch me? Regrettable though it would be to resist you... I would be craving your touch in no time at all.

[He tightens his grip just a little and lets the other use his fist to chase their own pleasure. The feeling of their length sliding in and out is alluring in itself. Being used for someone's pleasure is something he enjoyed when he wanted to be used for such illicit acts.

Wriothesley feels his toes curl as the other starts to play with the nubs on his chest. He flusters when what comes out of his mouth is a needy whimper. Maybe he should figure out how to be...less sensitive there. Is that something he can even train out of himself?]

H-Hah... [He's trying very hard to articulate himself, you know. Lorenz not keeping a consistent pace while feeling him up was doing a lot to make every thought leave his mind. The stimulation from the back and the front was making him go insane.] Sweettalk-ah...

[He's constantly reminded that this was the same man that was wilting over a game of dirty dice and that one should never judge a book by its cover.] Y-Yes. [Archons, yes.] I don't think I could keep my hands off you for long though.

[Well, he would try to if there was a reward for only watching, but he's not gonna mention that.]

[While the movement of his fingers inside Wriothesley is intentionally inconsistent, Lorenz rocks his hips steady and even into the tight hold of the other's fist. All of his focus is on Wriothesley right now, using the grip around his cock to keep himself just on the cusp of losing control. That's fun, he enjoyed that before, but ah - right now holding the reins is what's really doing it for him.

Not that Wriothesley isn't making it difficult to stay even a little poised, whimpering like that. Lorenz murmurs in his ear, a little "oh, there?" before pinching that nipple between thumb and forefinger. Here, the perfect spot to elicit those delightful little sounds? Hm?

So, he's gotten over his wilting nerves, even more than back in that private room. He presses deep with his fingers once more, coaxing Wriothesley closer to the edge. Even the way the other's voice hitches is attractive, ah-]

Even if I asked you to? Well then, what would you do? You have me all to yourself, the sight of you alone enough to set me alight. Under your piercing gaze, I- [nnnnn say it lorenz--] -take myself in hand. For you.

[Now, please continue this other hypothetical erotic scenario while enjoying the current erotic scenario, thanks.]

[Lorenz is a damn, complete menace and he's just putty in the man's hands at this point. Embarrassingly so.

The hand that had been used to press against the wall shoots to grab the wrist of the hand toying with his nipple. The grip is weak. It does nothing to stop the other and Wriothesley doesn't even want him to stop. It feels too good and he arches his back as he cries out the other's name. Desperate and wanting. He knows he's drooling. Feels himself being undone by the man's fingers.

He feels lightheaded and his mind is hazy, he can barely register the words being spoken to him.] I-... I would... [He can't. He's trying very hard, but he can't continue the hypothetical erotic scenario. Not when he's being pushed so close to the edge, and he's trying so hard not to fall apart in the man's arms.]

Fuck. [He moans loudly as he feels another brush of fingers against his prostate. The other was really relentless right now.] Lorenz, I-

[His dream of erotic scenarios, dashed on the rocks-- No, no, it's beyond incredible to have Wriothesley really, earnestly unraveling like this. Lorenz flicks his thumb against his nipple harder, circling it and pressing befire he drags his fingers over to give the other one some attention too.

And oh, the sounds he makes; Lorenz rolls his hips into the other's hand more quickly, a jolt of arousal coursing through him each time Wriothesley gets a little louder. As for the scenario, well—]

You would...? [Gently prompting, but he continues anyway in a low voice, just loud enough to be heard in the other's ear over the sound of the shower,] Would you come in close and take me for yourself?

[Fingers curling, and a breathy chuckle-] Would you touch me like this? You would be so very good at it— I would have you ravish me, utterly, and I would know only your name on my lips and- [nnnn say it lorenz] -all of you, f-filling me so completely...

[He's trying. He works his fingers at a faster pace again, just in case his lewd efforts aren't cutting it.]

Would you like that?

[He tries to curl in on himself a little, the pleasure coursing through his body overwhelming. He wants to tell the other to stop, but that isn’t true. He wants to keep being teased and bullied until his chest is sore and aching.]

Shit. [He didn’t think Lorenz had it in him to dirty talk like this. To mercilessly pull him apart until he’s a mess like this.

All he can think about is the mind numbing pleasure going through his body to the idea of Lorenz marked up and writhing underneath him. He doesn’t need to imagine what the other sounded like when the man was fortify whispering in his ears right that moments.

His eyes roll back into his head and he whines.] Y-Yes! [He practically shouts, too far gone mentally to even attempt to keep his voice down. It doesn’t matter if this is a public shower room or if people might hear them. He’s too busy chasing for that release.]

Lorenz, please… [He’s close. He’s so damn close.]

[Well, Lorenz will take that as a sign that his first attempt at, ah, the Erotic Scenario is going well— He tugs Wriothesley to lean further against him so that he can work him over harder with both his hands, wanting him to hit his release just as badly. The whole room must be echoing with the sounds of them, which is - well, it's-

He'll wonder if anyone heard them later; he has zero interest in thinking about that right now. The other's begging spurs him on to press and hold against the other's prostate, coaxing it out of him.]

Almost, darling, [he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the side of Wriothesley's head. He's got him, he's not going to suddenly pull away, but the scenario, ahem...] Of course you would like that, and you would be so very good at it. Just as you are so very good at this, hm?

[There's a tremble in his voice from his own arousal but he keeps it down, for the most part. Keeping his composure and his attempts at dirty talk going have him on his last nerve but in the best possible way, so just a bit more-]

If only you could see what a magnificent sight you are. And so stunning! Won't you- [nnnNNN] -won't you come for me, Wriothesley?

[They’re pressed so close and the warmth of the other fills has entirety with warmth; something the hot water of the shower can’t replicate. Wriothesley isn’t thinking about anything else but Lorenz. Not that others might have heard or even seen them. Not about the resort or dirty dice. Only the purple-haired man teasing his chest and filling him with their fingers.

And he’s so delighted to be told he’s doing good. That the other praises him as he takes their fingers that earns him such appreciative words.] Yes. Yes. [He’ll be a little flustered later about how the other made a mess out of him. He’ll make sure to return the favor and make a mess out of Lorenz in the near future.

His hand had abandoned Lorenz’ cock to cling to the other, nails digging into skin as he desperately tries to hold on.

But it’s like a thread snapping. Wriothesley arches his back, eyes fluttering closed. He comes with a shout, cock untouched; ribbons of white staining the tile wall and quickly washed away by the shower water.] Lorenz!

[Spent and weak knees, he leans all his weight on the other as he rides through his orgasm.]

[Praise really is the magic word, isn't it— Lorenz mutters a few more sweet nothings in his ear about being such a very good boy, keeping it up even after Wriothesley's orgasm rolls through him. He stops teasing the other's chest first, wrapping his arm around him to be absolutely sure he doesn't drop to the floor, but keeps working his fingers slower and slower until Wriothesley is completely spent.

He draws his fingers out of him completely and slides that arm around him too, skimming fingertips up and down the other's side. Ignoring his own cock isn't completely unbearable yet, so he's going to enjoy the comfortable weight of holding Wriothesley up and the kernel of self-satisfaction he gets from being the one to put him in that state. Even the sting of where the other's nails had pressed into him is a delight, hm, yes...

Maybe in a bit he'll wonder if he got carried away, or at least, carried away for anyone's standards besides his own--]

Wriothesley... [He kisses his shoulder, light and affectionate.] How do you feel?

[Wriothesley is a shivering and shuddering mess, overwhelmed by his orgasm and the sweet words the other showers him with. He’s flushed and panting and looks thoroughly debauched.

The definition of bliss.

And he tilts his head so he can bury his face into the crook of Lorenz’ neck and nuzzle against the other. His mind is still catching up, but his body seems intent on seeking the warmth of another and enjoying the press of skin on skin.

He lets out a hoarse laugh.] My legs feel like they’re made of jelly. Amazing. I feel amazing. I didn’t think you could dirty talk like that. Really blew my mind you know.

[He’s still trying to catch his breath.]

[Lorenz thinks he's gorgeous like that, all things considered. He likes Wriothesley pressing closer into his arms, too, squeezing him in as if welcoming. They're a little slippery, but warm and just good down to its most basic level; it feels purely good to cling together like this.]

Aha— Well, I am glad you enjoyed it. I thought you might, considering... [his filthy mouth and teasing. ahem.] It was for your sake, but I did mean it all quite earnestly.

[For next time, and so on. He tilts his head to press another kiss into Wriothesley's hair with a little hum.]

And you are magnificent when you, hm, turn to jelly. [hehe jelly legs] I'm quite impressed.

I’ll like anything you do as long as you’re into what we’re doing. [There are probably limitations to that, but there’s not a lot that would probably turn Wriothesley off from.

His smile turns into something more wicked. Lorenz can’t see it with his face pressed against his neck, but he can probably hear it in the way Wriothesley speaks.] I’ll be sure to make it a reality. I’ll make sure to fuck you until you’re nothing but a mess, sweetheart. [His voice comes out almost purr-like. It was a promise.]

You really are relentless with the flattery. Let me get down for a moment. [He finally pulls away from the other. His legs are still shaking, but he seems to be able to keep upright well enough.

Not that it matters because Wriothesley sinks to the ground and…

Well, he gets to his knees right in front of Lorenz. As if Wriothesley wasn’t aware of the man’s neglected cock. He can’t leave the other hanging (haha) like they.] There. So my legs can rest. [He says so casually like his face isn’t level with the man’s hardened length. That his knees will be sore from the tile underneath them.]

[Oh, so he's recovered enough to indulge in his filthy mouth, Lorenz sees how it is. He sputters out a little laugh, as usual, cheeks flushed already to hear the much dirtier version of what he'd waxed poetic about just a moment ago. Even the pet name makes his stomach flip with a kind of giddy anticipation, good gracious-- he's so far gone.

Now then, there he goes... Lorenz lets his arms fall away from Wriothesley only somewhat reluctantly, already missing the warmth. He raises an eyebrow. The image here of Wriothesley on his knees is a memorable one for sure.]

So your legs can rest, [Lorenz repeats, flatly, just to acknowledge that they both know his legs aren't going to get any less wobbly in the next handful of minutes. Just the sight of Wriothesley down there right next to his cock makes him twitch, and he threads his fingers into the other's hair in a loose grip.

He exaggerates a short sigh, like oh! so irresponsible to kneel on tile! Do not complain to Lorenz about sore knees-!]

Well, you certainly do look comfortable.

[Well, if Lorenz keeps Wriothesley's mouth busy, he wouldn't be able to say such filthy things. So really, isn't this better? It'll certainly keep the other from saying more raunchy things to the other.

He looks up at the other, and the man is really just an image of sin. Wet from the shower, eyes still hazy from his orgasm and face flushed red. He licks his lips before pressing his cheek against Lorenz' erection. He tilts his head to press a surprisingly chaste kiss to it.] Of course. It'll be just a breather. [He'll probably end up even more staggered, but it would be worth it.

Insatiable was this man, he definitely looked hungry for the other still. His eyelids flutter just a little as he feels hands in his hair.] Shouldn't I? There's a meal right in front of me.

[He runs his tongue up the length slowly before smacking his lips as though he was having something to savor.] And I swallow. [He says that before covering the head of Lorenz' cock with his lips and sucks on it.]

[Lorenz arches his eyebrow even higher, trying his level best to remain cool and composed while Wriothesley all but nuzzles against his cock. He's doing- okay with keeping his composure, absolutely, raking his fingers through Wriothesley's hair.

A meal—]

Y-You— [Menace! An absolute menace, who has pretty eyes and looks so very good down on his knees with Lorenz's hand pushed back in his hair, and- mmph.] You are incorrigible.

[The sound effects too, of course. He huffs, an amused noise that turns into a breathy moan as Wriothesley's mouth closes around him. He's already wired from taking Wriothesley apart so thoroughly, heightening the feeling of lips and mouth around his cock after it'd been so neglected. Just that much is already enough to make him shudder, meeting the other's gaze—

And nope, he can't do that or he will come far too quickly; he looks away with a hand over his mouth to contain another groan that spills out of him.]

[It looks like Lorenz is a prey again, but this time Wriothesley was the predator. Not that he's trying to eat the other alive in that sense, but he's definitely going to enjoy tasting them.

He chuckles a little with Lorenz' cock still in his mouth. He pulls off with a wet pop as he strokes the shaft with his hand.] Mmm, but I thought you already knew that at this point. [He licks at the head some more, rubbing his tongue over the slit and lapping up any precome.]

Isn't it your fault though? Perhaps if you didn't taste so good on my tongue...

[How cute. The other can't even hold his gaze.] Sweetheart, you should be looking at me and only me. [He says that before taking the other back into his mouth. He takes the entire length down until he hits the base, the other's erection hitting the back of his throat. He moans happily.]

[If he's prey again then he's already been caught, but hell if he's going to turn away from Wriothesley now. The man is incorrigible, from his insistence on teasing Lorenz still to the hot, wet sensation of his mouth, Lorenz's hips trembling from the swirl of the other's tongue around his cock. His fault! If he weren't preoccupied looking away and concentrating he might sputter and squawk some about that. Maybe later--]

I- I could not possibly hope to look at you if this is to, ah- to last.

[He's already getting close, hand fisted in Wriothesley's hair now to give himself an anchor point while losing himself in the feeling of it. Feeling himself slide so deeply into the other's mouth is honestly overwhelming, making his head spin.]

Wriothesley... [Lorenz groans out his name, still with his head turned away to the shower wall. All he can focus on is the press of Wriothesley's tongue against the underside of his cock, the tight pressure of his mouth and the downright sinful way he moans around it, and if Lorenz looks down at him now it will pry a whole wedge out of his lingering self control.

He looks down to meet the other's gaze again and nearly instantly feels weak in the knees, hips twitching forward as he bites his lip around another needy moan.]

Ah- [honestly he's about to apologize for that tiniest of hip thrusts, but,] Y-You see? Is it not enough that you occupy every one of my thoughts?

[He doesn't have to answer that right now...]

[There's something so very enjoyable about pulling the other apart after the other had thoroughly made a mess of him just before. A lovely give and take between them. He knows he has been nothing but salacious towards Lorenz the entire night and he frankly didn't regret it. Not when he had some wonderful sex and not when the other looked so wonderful losing their mind to his mouth on his cock.

The sting on his scalp is a delicious feeling and he hopes the other will lose himself enough to take what they want. Encourages it even.

His eyes crinkle at the corners. A pleased expression and he groans around the other again to indicate that he isn't upset at all that the other had moved on their own. He wish it were easier to signal that the other really should just fuck his face. Use his mouth as they see fit until his throat is raw.

He starts a steady pace where he'll almost pull completely off, the tip basically kissing his lips before coming all the way back down to the base. Everytime, he rubs his tongue against the underside of Lorenz' erection. The shower room easily fills with the sound of the shower going and the wet, slurping sounds of the boxer sucking Lorenz off.]

[Lorenz learns quickly that it was, ah, much easier to keep it together when he wasn't the only one being lavished with attention. It already feels amazing enough to make his head spin, and the way Wriothesley is enjoying himself so throughly down there, good gracious - Lorenz has to look away again with a breathless laugh, a flush spreading quickly all the way down his neck. This man and his sounds...

A steady pace is perfect torture for how on edge he feels; he lets his eyes flutter closed and just savors it for a moment, murmuring his approval in a litany of little yeses and groans of Wriothesley's name. His cock weeping with each pull of the other's lips, Lorenz runs his fingers into his hair for a second tight grip. If nothing else but to hold Wriothesley's head still when his hips jerk again, you know, politely.

Still, it's—difficult to misinterpret the delighted noises Wriothesley keeps making around him, so- well, so-]

Do you... Is it alright?

[Goddess have mercy, give him a thumbs up or something.]

[He was glad for refractory periods because he’d probably be damn hard again with all this. It felt good all the same. It doesn’t stop him from being noisy nor shiver in response to the biting grip the other has on his hair.

He nods just a little. Enough that the other could tell he was nodding. Wriothesley’s eyes glances up, but they’re slightly unfocused. In bliss.

His hands reach out to grasp at Lorenz’ thighs. Expectant.]

[Ah, not a thumbs up, but that probably would have taken him right out of the moment anyway-- Lorenz's grip loosens from only one hand, which he cards through Wriothesley's hair with a sort of grateful gentleness to it.

That hand settles back in his hair as the other grips his thighs, and oh, if the look in his eyes doesn't make Lorenz forget how to think for a moment. It only seems polite to look him in the eyes now, rocking his hips into Wriothesley's mouth at more or less the same pace he'd been going at a second ago.

Watching his length sliding in and out of Wriothesley's mouth nearly makes him jerk his gaze away again; he grips his hair tighter and groans, biting his lip. Just a bit faster then--]

Y-You are... immaculate, as always.

[He groans happily, making sure to hollow his cheeks and to lavish Lorenz' erection with his tongue with every slide.

His eyes are half-lidded at best as he seems to be completely enraptured with being used for the other's pleasure. Wriothesley loved watching the other slowly come undone. To see them struggle to keep eye contact with him and hold on for as long as possible. It was cute.

He lets out a low purr of delight.]

[Goddess, now he's purring, that shouldn't be allowed--]

Wriothesley...

[Oh, he's far too pretty like this, it's a direct attack on Lorenz's carefully maintained self control. The movements of his hips get faster, more erratic as he climbs towards his release. He presses in deep with a half-desperate whine, relishing the wet heat of the other's mouth for an extra few moments.

One hand leaves the other's hair again to cup his cheek, thumb sliding fondly over his cheekbone. It's important to him that he expresses his enjoyment, mm, beyond the obvious, but he's so close to hinting that peak that he's finally rendered speechless, so: this.

A few more jerks of his hips is all he can handle after that, coming over the other's (talented, extraordinary) tongue with sharp cry. Even riding out his orgasm is an effort to stay upright, his thighs trembling under Wriothesley's hands, Lorenz's grip white-knuckled in his hair. If he doesn't simply tip over into the wall, it will be a miracle--]

[Yes. This is exactly what he wanted. The other to press deeply into his throat; forcing him to swallow their entire length. It makes him moan in delight.

His hands leave Lorenz’ thighs if only to wrap his arms around the man’s legs to keep them upright as they ride out their orgasm. His eyes flutter closed and he greedily swallows every drop of seed that Lorenz gives him. He doesn’t want to waste even a drop.

The sting of Lorenz’ grip in his hair. The warm liquid down his throat. It’s all perfect.]

[It takes Lorenz a moment to catch his breath once he's spent, trembling all the way down and using Wriothesley's shoulder to keep himself balanced. He shudders as he pulls out of the other's mouth and then simply sinks to join him there on the shower floor, tucking his face in against his neck. Mmph.

After another moment he runs his fingers through Wriothesley's hair slow and gentle, soothing after pulling on it so hard. He sighs, utterly content.]

That was wonderful.

[He licks his lips before wiping at it with the back of his hands. Wriothesley shifts so he’s sitting cross legged instead of being on his knees. He can feel the ache in them. It was well worth it, he thinks, even if his knees might think otherwise.

The boxers sighs contently as he leans into the other’s touch.]

It was. Thank you for the good meal. [Utterly shameless.]

[Well in that case, Lorenz can just shift into his lap, hey-- They'll have to get up soon, he's definitely pruned, but in a few minutes. Sitting here stroking the other's hair is pretty comfortable, for being on a tile floor.

Wriothesley... Yet again, Lorenz encourages this by making an amused little sound and not properly objecting at all.]

Yes, yes. You're still incorrigible, but you're quite good at that.

[At being incorrigible or sucking him off, it's both.]

[Wriothesley is more than happy to have the other in his lap. He wraps his arms around Lorenz’ lithe waist and tugs them close. He nuzzled against the other. Affectionate.]

I know I am. You’re charmed by it though. [Confident. He knows the other is so very charmed by him though. Lorenz hasn’t made it a secret after all.]

[Lorenz laughs, like, how could he not be charmed? Especially in the wake of this affection that he's so weak to - obviously, it's Wriothesley's fault.

He lifts his head to put his chin on the other's shoulder, kissing neck - chastely, for once. Fondly. Still carding fingers through his hair.]

Not a single soul could blame me. Indeed, you are entirely to blame.

[This was comfortable. Nice. He lets out a pleased sound in the back of his throat as the other continues to lather him with affection.

He chuckles lowly.]

Oh? It’s my fault? I supposed I’ll have to take responsibility then. It seems I’ve inconvenienced you.

Ahaha— at the very least, you are a gentleman. Feel free to take responsibility at any time.

[By just sitting here with him, mostly-- that does the trick. Lorenz is pleasantly surprised this has continued to go well, defying his expectations... almost as if his expectations are bizarre and full of issues--

Mm, never mind. He won't think about that now. He tilts his head to press another kiss up higher, near Wriothesley's jaw.]

And I believe I have pruned, which is inconvenient...

And how should I make such reparations? I would hate for things to go sour between us. [Is he flirting a little too much? Perhaps.

There’s no harm right?

He clicks his tongue and grabs the other by the chin so he can capture the man’s lips with his own. If the other was going to leave kisses, then it should be shared in a way he can also return it after all.]

You’re no less handsome even pruned. Don’t worry.

[Mm, kissing him and telling him he's handsome are pretty decent starts at "reparations," all things considered. Lucky, because Lorenz doesn't have any appropriately cheeky suggestions at the moment.

He steals another kiss, then lays his head back on the other's shoulder.]

Ah, I had gotten worried. [ha ha.] Now, what manner of reparations do you feel you owe?

[He threads his fingers through Lorenz' wet locks; brushing his fingers through the strands.]

Hmm. Perhaps drying off and getting dressed again properly. [He taps his chin as though he's thinking.] Maybe getting a cup of tea together in the main lobby. Does that sound fitting?

[Oh, that's nice. Lorenz leans into the touch with a low hum, content to consider this reparations and stay right here, he's tired—]

Hmm? [he's wide awake now!!] I could have a cup.

[Still, he's very comfortable... Give him another few moments to enjoy the hand in his hair, then he pulls away to stand and holds a hand out for Wriothesley.]

That would be perfect.

[Wow, the rebound. Then again, Wriothesley would probably always say yes to a good cup of tea, so maybe he's the same.]

Well, we should hydrate anyways. My throat could do with something to soothe it, even if I did enjoy having you down my throat. [This guy...

He takes Lorenz's hand and lets them help him up. He gets up with a bit of a stagger. The ache of having the other in him the first round then being on his knees as he had is really catching up to him. He's sure he'll feel the ache for a day or two and he's more than pleased by that prospect.]

[Look, one of them didn't kneel on the tile floor— and he's really excited for tea. He slides his arm around Wriothesley's waist, just in case he wobbles. Ha ha, this man...]

Yes, I noticed. [With his other hand he reaches over to turn off the water, then brushes some wet hair out of the other's face.] Rest assured, I will find you some honey for your tea.

[Can they make it over to the rack of towels without getting distracted... Go!!]

[It was worth it. 15/10 would do it again.]

My knight in shining armor. How can I live without you worrying for my health? [They can. Probably. But that might be only because Wriothesley moves and brackets one arm behind Lorenz's knees and lifts the other up into his arms bridal style. He gives the other a grin.] I'm not so old that a blowjob will take my knees out, sweetheart.

Ahaha, would that you could see my armor. [It's purple.] I mean no criticisms, merely— oh-!

[Oh, he is lifted up in the air, oh goodness-- This has literally never happened to him before, so he needs a second to boggle at Wriothesley in genuine surprise. Ahem. He pats him on the chest, like, this is very nice, thank you.]

As I was saying... It's habit, I suppose.

Oh? Are you really a knight? I'm a lucky guy then.

[Lorenz' surprise just makes him laugh as he starts heading out of the shower so they can dry up and get dressed. They were a nice weight and warm in his arms. He was really taking advantage of what skinship he could get apparently.]

What? Fretting over people? I can't say I'm used to it. Only my head nurse ever nags me over my health.

Mm, my family has knights and I command them, but me, personally, a knight? No.

[He compulsively has to explain this instead of just enjoying the flirting... It's important!! Lorenz kisses him on the cheek, though, for this good luck.]

That said, I have not nagged you, at least. [yet.] Will I need to?

Ah, does that make you a general or captain then? [It's interesting to think. He guesses that one didn't need to work up ranks to lead a group if you were the employer in the first place. He doesn't doubt the man's fighting skills anyways. It sounds like the other has the capabilities. It wasn't like he wasn't aware that there was strength in that body. He felt it when embraced.

He smiles as they leave the showers and he puts the other down so the both of them can dry themselves off.]

I take care of myself. Most of the time. [Sometimes he let himself get distracted with work, but he did take his health seriously. People relied on him and he wasn't such a fool to endanger them by extension.]

The former, I suppose, although they are my family's private knights. [Not exactly a military force for the whole country, even if they functionally serve as much when the whole house is involved. Nobility! Always fun.] I attended school to learn the art of warfare, when I was younger.

[For some reason there just isn't a school for the art of peace... haha. Ha. Lorenz plucks a towel from the supply to dry his hair first.]

Only most of the time? Then perhaps you do require a bit of nagging. I will have to keep a keen eye out.

[Things were very different between their worlds apparently. He knew of rich families having their own guards, but nothing like that, he thinks. Definitely not an army to lead that's for sure.

He also decides to ease out of the subject. Not because he wasn't interested, but because he felt like the conversation seemed heavy. Something that might not fit the current high they were having.] You'll have to tell me more about how things were for you sometime. [A better time for a heart to heart or something.

Wriothesly grabs a towel to quickly rub his hair dry before letting it rest over his shoulders. He then grabs another one to start drying his body off.] Once in awhile, I get caught up with something. Doesn't it happen to even the best of us?

Mm, certainly. Over a different cup of tea.

[He feels the same--"what's the family army for" isn't the best pillow talk (or shower room changing area talk, as it were), and he intends to have many more tea times in the future. Perfect.

He's still drying his hair... there's so much of it and he's delicate about it, ahem.]

Aha, enough that a nurse must make a scene about it? Hmm. [Hmm!! Lorenz truly has no room to talk, given he will work himself into being ill if he isn't careful, but the point...!] Well, no matter. It isn't as though anyone's duties have followed them here.

[if only.........]

[Lorenz cares a lot more about their hair than Wriothesley cares about his own. The wet, wavy locks definitely always look kind of a mess even on his better days. It's got that fluffy quality that makes you want to kind of mess it up more.]

She's the head nurse. She'd make a scene about anyone's health if she noticed it slipping. She also knows me since I was younger, so she knows my habits a little too well sometimes. [Honestly, that's probably the worst part. How is he supposed to do stupid things if she's watching???]

That is true. [Once he's finished drying his body, he starts to grab his clothes. They're rumpled, but they'll do. He guesses it doesn't matter since they already walked through the hotel obviously freshly fucked.] That's neither here nor there though. What matters is having a nice cup of tea. My body is a little sore.

[He's absolutely going to squeeze his hair out as much as he can, and then squeeze it straight, and then rifle through the provided resort goodies for a clean comb to take with him, and then he will actually dry off the rest of his body. It's an important process.]

Does her occupation really serve as an excuse?

[Gentle ribbing, which he waves off a moment later. There really is nothing to get too absorbed in in this place, work-wise... It's ultimately a nonissue.

And that soreness comment is where Lorenz is sure the other would sneak in another lascivious quip if he'd said it himself, but - mm. As Lorenz glances at him, and notes his fluffy hair... Rather than making quips, he reaches over to affectionately run his fingers through Wriothesley's hair. Petting, this is petting him, is it helping. He can't resist...]

I feel like you're criticizing my work habits. How are you on her side when she isn't even here?

[Wriothesley pouts just a little bit at that. He was much better about his work-life balance than a lot of people, he thinks. Actually, he has quite a bit of free time!!!

Wow. Way to assume! He wasn't going to, he would like you to know. Of course, he doesn't get any extra word in because...the other starts petting him. He blinks owlishly for a moment, like he has to make sure this is actually what is happening.

He does manage to look somewhat flustered.] It's still wet. [To his credit, he doesn't stop Lorenz though.]

I am not criticizing anything.

[Not now, not right this second. He's simply stating facts! Unimportant, in the a) absence of this nurse, and b) literal resort they are in without any of their actual work with them. It's fine; he absolutely doesn't crack a smile over Wriothesley's little pout, which is to say, he does, but he tries to conceal it.

It's cute. So is the look on Wriothesley's face a moment later, and Lorenz does pause - but that's not a refusal, so he does it again. Hmm.]

So it is. Am I being a bother...?

[Honestly, he'll easily agree to sex and not be embarrassed by it. Cuddling after sex? Also fine.

Gentle intimacy like this without anything else attached to it? He doesn't know exactly how to navigate it. He isn't used to such endearment. Isn't used to being treated so sweetly. It's more flustering than shameless sex. He has lived most of his life with such touches absent in his life.

He likes it though. His eyes flutter closed after a moment.] You...aren't.

[Honestly, for all Lorenz started this himself, he doesn't know precisely how to navigate this sort of thing either. For myriad reasons (that all inevitably come back to "it's nobility problems") he has lived his life as a man of words. Obviously - the endless praise pours out of him as easily as he breathes air in, but this... well.

It seems to be well-received? Good.]

Alright. [He'll do it some more, then, nails scraping gently against Wriothesley's scalp once or twice.]

[He leans into the touch and lets out a pleased sigh, shoulders drooping at the pleasant feel of nails against his scalp. This was...nice. Addicting even.

He eventually has to reach up to grab Lorenz' wrist. His grip is far from forceful though. As though he's also not quite willing to make the other stop.] If you keep doing this, we're never going to get out of here.

[It really is nice; Lorenz could keep at it for a while yet, compelled by the way the other reacts so tenderly to such a simple thing. But it's also right that they will be here forever if they don't curtail themselves at least a little. He laughs, quiet and a little sheepish.]

Yes, yes. This time, the responsibility is mine.

[And yet, he's lingering... no, okay; enough for now. He draws his hand back and turns to actually get dressed, at last.]

[He doesn't say it, but he misses those fingers in his hair. How easy it would be to just get lost in that feeling.

Wriothesley gets his clothes back on, trying to smooth some of it down. His clothes are pretty rumpled and wrinkled that there isn't really anything he can do about it. This is probably the best he's going to look for the rest of the night.] Ready?

[Lorenz dresses as quickly as he can with all of his fussy layers, doing up the buttons and straightening out his waistcoat. He's lightly wrinkled himself, but he's choosing to not think about how he'd like to change into something crisper, ugh...

Ahem. He nods to Wriothesley and after a beat, holds out his hand. They can't spend all night petting in this shower room no matter how much he'd like to reach right for Wriothesley's hair again, but they can have this instead.]

Let's be off. Something tells me this place will keep its services open throughout the night entire.

[.......so they could spend more time idling away the night with petting, is implied.]

[He grabs hold of that hand, but yanks the other closer so he can loop their arms together. He gives the other a playful grin.]

Are you so attached to me already that you don't want the night to end? I'm flattered. [He can't help but tease the other a little bit. Is he deflecting a little bit to ignore the thought of more petting? No he isn't. What are you talking about? He's just being a natural charmer trying to fluster the man he has linked arms with.]

[Oh, hello--]

Ahaha, would you prefer I simply disappear? I am not that kind of man, I'm afraid.

[He's a gentleman who will at least have tea! And flush pink on cue from the teasing, anyway. Like clockwork, his various levels of flustering...

He's not going to forget about the petting, though, fair warning. Off they go back upstairs for tea.]

And you offered the invitation for tea, if I recall...

I would never think such a thing. Were you not the one who promised to find me something to soothe my throat? You wouldn't leave me in my time in need, would you? [He's talking quite a lot for a guy who is claiming a sore throat. He's probably okay, honestly.

Lorenz, you make it so easy to tease you!!!]

Yes. I would like a cup. I've not had one all day and I wish to rectify that before the day ends. [Which isn't probably that much time, which makes this even more offensive!!! He didn't have his morning or afternoon tea!!!!!

But it isn't so bad because now he has his arm linked with the other and now they can get a cup now.]

Of course not. You have my word, I will find you the purest honey that I can.

[The fanciest honey casino money can buy-! All for Wriothesley's very sore throat... Lorenz gives him a look, like, please, someone is clearly not too sore to tease him-- but he's still serious about the honey. He can do both.

Still, they must correct the horrible tragedy of no cups of tea all day posthaste. Perhaps at this hour the Red Cardinal will serve them tea without forcing them to eat the whole menu...]

Always such a gentleman.

[He smiles though, obviously looking forward to winding down with a good cup of tea and company.]

[Continued from here.]

You don't think I am? I try and stay out of the limelight and all. Is that not shy?

[These are two very different things, but Wriothesley does know how to spin it in a way that would make it seem like they aren't. To people unfamiliar with him, they might actually fall for it.

He smirks a little.] Oh? Mademoiselle. Those are rather charged words you're saying. I thought we were merely talking about meals. [He says it as though he doesn't know better. As though the use of meal isn't vague that it could imply more than the food before them.] Should we, perhaps, finish our meal here and take our conversation somewhere else?

[It's said almost innocently. Almost.]

You'd prefer people to think that way, wouldn't you.

[ it's not a question, if only because she thinks she knows him enough by now to be able to tell the difference; just like she knows that neither of them are really fooling each other right now.

but that's part of the game they often play, their usual song and dance that they know the steps to. this is not entirely the same, but it all feels almost too easy in the way they meet each other in their current circumstance. maybe it's the fact that they've worked well together in the past, or perhaps it's mutual respect—either way, she isn't complaining. ]

Yes. I think I'm finished. [ she's quite certain that they've both lost interest in the food, preoccupied with something else entirely. she glances to the front of the bar where it's currently empty, the proprietress nowhere to be found. ] What about you?

This has nothing to do with my preference.

[But she isn't wrong. They both know that.

He carefully places his fork down before lifting his cup of tea so that he can finish drinking it. Leave it to Wriothesley to have his quirks in priorities and that is making sure he finishes his current cup of tea. If it's any consolation, he does basically gulp it down instead of his usual unhurried sips.

Maybe that shows that he is also impatient. Wriothesley places his cup down.] You're the one in charge, mademoiselle. I can only follow you with what you decide. [He gestures at the leash still refusing to leave her side.]

[ it's as expected—there would be something fundamentally wrong if wriothesley ever left his tea unfinished, though the fact that he chugs it does make her smile a little in amusement. the enthusiasm is nice; she didn't think he would be the type to pretend he was interested if he wasn't, but it settles whatever lingering hesitation she had.

but the leash. clorinde picks it up again and then winds it around her hand, one twist and two, tugging him forward until he meets the edge of the table. it's not hard enough to interrupt his breathing, but tight enough for him the feel the taunt leather of the collar against his skin. she knows if they were to make their escape now would be the time, but she indulges once more in looking him over, allowing herself to admire unabashedly now that she has the opportunity to. he really is unfairly attractive. ]

You'd give me the reigns so freely? [ her other hand reaches out to brush his bangs away, the touch gentle compared to the firm hold she still has on the leash. fingers linger at his temple briefly before smoothing down the slope of his cheek and then away. ] How magnanimous, Your Grace.

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[Wriothesley easily lets himself be tugged forward. He lets out a laugh, a pleased sound as he looks at her with a half-lidded gaze. The man is all confidence and self-assuredness. Someone who knew his attractiveness well. It isn't that he is conceited, but that he merely understands his appeal to others.]

I would. I am. [He does not say he trusts her. It isn't that he doesn't have some level of trust in her, but the word is still much too heavy for him to use freely. Wriothesley does not fully trust, but he can believe that Clorinde would never harm him purposely. He leans his face into her touch.] I would not offer this to many.

[That. That was him being truly honest.]

[ the duke of meropide is a heavy title to bear, and not many can carry its weight. that wriothesley commands the respect that he does and the fortress maintaining its autonomous status is a testament to his character and the hard work he'd put in to not only survive, but to lead it. this is not something clorinde has forgotten, but she understands now, where that respect comes from and why it is deserved.

something softens in her expression, her fingers cupping the strong line of his jaw as she brushes her thumb over the corner of his mouth. trust is not something he gives often, if at all, and the weight of this too is not lost on her. it's humbling in its own right, and she briefly feels put on the spot despite the desire that she has no choice but to acknowledge now. it would be a disservice to squander it, however, and as her touch smooths down to his chin, she makes her decision.

she loosens her hold on the leash and comes to a stand, pulling it taunt again when he gets up from the table. the heels she's wearing give her a little extra height than her normal boots, so she doesn't need to tug him down too much to bring him to her eye level. ]

Then be a good boy and find us a room, won't you?

[Her touch mimics her soft expression. Something gentle and reverent. It's odd to see it on her. Odd to see it on her and him be the recipient of it.

And then she's yanking him forward so that they're eye level and it's like everything had suddenly been upturned. Good boy. It echoes in his head leaving nothing else in it. Clorinde can see the way his pupils get blown wide and it takes him a moment to find his voice. His throat feels parched even though he had just finished his tea.

Holy shit.]

Y-Yeah. Right. [His voice seems a little hoarse. He had not expected that. His heart wasn't ready for it. Before Clorinde can comment on it, he's walking forward. The resort had plenty of rooms to spare despite the business. They just need an empty one that would suit their needs.]

[ it's sweet, the way his pupils dilate like that, the little stumble in his words when he's normally so eloquent. she didn't expect him to have a praise kink, but she's clearly been learning a lot of new things today. it's cute though if unexpected, and her smile is indulgent, pleased; a huntress that has found her mark.

she follows wriothesley as they find a room, one tucked away down one of the numerous hallways sporting a spacious bed. clorinde tugs him towards it after they secure the room, guiding him to sit on the edge. she stands between his knees, winding her free hand in his hair to pull his head back, just firm enough for him to feel the brief sting. ]

Very good. Thank you. [ her voice is low, bending at the waist to bring their faces closer. she lets go of the leash to run her hand down his chest, trailing her fingers over the buttons of his shirt. ] Will you take this off for me? I'd like to see you.

[Clorinde really did not waste anytime to get her mind in this little play. It's exciting to say the least. A groan escapes his lips as his head is tugged back. It makes warmth coil in the pit of his stomach.

God, he's so fucked. He doesn't even know in what way, he just knows it to be true.]

Safeword is Credit Coupon. [He breathes it out as he already moves to start undoing the buttons of his waistcoat. He doesn't know where things might go, so he might as well put in a fail safe. A quirk of his lips.] You don't have to ask. [No, she should demand it. He's the one wearing the collar. She's the one with leash in hand. She should tell him what to do. He always can refuse, but he has no reason to refuse her. Or perhaps she wants something more sweet? Something a little more vanilla? Perhaps he's being overzealous.

He slides the waistcoat off his shoulders and moves to start undoing the buttons of his shirt.]

[ it's not often that she's taken anyone to bed, much less commanded anyone else in this way. but clorinde has always been adaptable and she takes to this much like she would with her profession: with patience, observing each of wriothesley's reactions to figure out what he likes; all the ways in which he can be unraveled. ]

No, I don't. [ the safe word makes her chuckle, watching the way he removes his clothing so readily. how obedient. ] But I wanted to.

[ wriothesley isn't a person who could be made to do something he doesn't want to, but he also doesn't seem like someone who would give himself the same attention that he'd give to his partner. and as she looks at him now, stripping his layers piece by piece—isn't that a shame? he's always been a sight to behold, perfect even with his imperfections, and while she's certain he's aware of that, there's no reason for her to not give credit where it's due.

when he sheds the last layer covering his torso, she smooths her hand up his chest, tracing the scars along his throat. ]

... Perfect.

[ the hand in his hair loosens, lightly scratching along his scalp as she leans in the rest of the way to kiss him properly, licking into his mouth. ]

[He can only guess how Clorinde is in bed. This is uncharted territory to him. He doesn't know what she's thinking or what she intends to do. That's the exciting part though. One learned a lot about a person when embracing them and he was curious to what they might end up doing.

Wriothesley chuckles a little. A tilt of his head.]

You'll make a guy blush like that. It's going to go straight to my ego.

[But hey, he seems pleased. The nails against his scalp feels good, and he parts his mouth for her with a happy sigh.]

[ he really does take direction well. it's a pleasant surprise, but that's par for the course if he's the type to focus on his partner's pleasure. how cute, even his happy sigh that she swallows down, nipping at the swell of his lower lip. ]

Oh?

[ she licks her lips when they part for air, pulling back just enough to pull off her blouse, leaving her in a pair of fitted trousers and lacy undergarments. it's fancier than what she usually goes for, but given how opulent everything else here is, she had little choice. she looks down at the front of his pants, tilting her head to consider the shape of him through the fabric. ]

... I think you could afford to let it go to your head a little more.

Those are dangerous words, mademoiselle. [He looks at her with a half-lidded gaze. A lazy smile. He shamelessly rakes his gaze over her with a satisfied hum.]

These don't seem what you would usually wear. [He knows of course. Lacy lingerie is not really fit to handle wear and tear while in the midst of combat. Still, he comments on them. His tone is playful enough.] They look good on you. Have I ever told you that your physique is exceptional? [Because he would be a fool to not be aware that Clorinde is a gorgeous woman.

And she would know that despite his playfulness, his words are honest.]

You know, you don't have to guess what it looks like. I can just remove my pants.

You flatter me.

[ she's sure he can see the scars sustained from the numerous duels she'd participated in, scattered along her arms and torso. but she feels the weight of his gaze, the truth behind his words; the flush from earlier returns, spreading from her cheeks down to her chest, but she ignores it in favor of sinking to her knees between his spread legs. she has long past the age of a blushing young maiden, but it's not often she has this kind of attention, especially from wriothesley himself.

her hands hold his down against the mattress, squeezing his wrists briefly as if to keep them there. ]

Were you not the one who told me to let my tea steep before drinking? [ the tightness of his pants doesn't leave much to the imagination. anticipation is a thrilling thing, even if it's different in this context than in battle. deft fingers undo his belt and the button, pulling the zipper down carefully. ] I'm merely following your advice.

I wouldn't say it unless I meant it. [Wriothesley teases and plays a lot, but he isn't a liar. He is more likely to omit information than to flat out lie. He certainly wasn't going to tell Clorinde of all people these things unless he meant it.

Especially with the way his gaze darkens a tad as she sinks down to her knees. There's just something so thrilling seeing someone like Clorinde on her knees in front of him. His hand twitches, but he doesn't move them. He can understand an order with no words.]

Oh, come on. [He huffs out a laugh.] You decide now to take my words about tea to heart? Since when did you become such a tease? [She's bullying him??? This is bullying, m'am. He can't even be mad though as he lets out a sigh. The minor relief of even just having his pants opened is nice. Wriothesley is certainly not small and he's also on the thicker side as far as sizes go.]

Patience, Your Grace.

[ is it really bullying if he likes it? she can't help the low chuckle at his reaction, taking him out of his pants and underwear to get a better look. he's certainly substantial—clorinde didn't think she was a size queen, but she can't deny that the sight of him sends something hot down her spine and straight to her groin. she licks her lips, wrapping her fingers around him to give an experimental squeeze, sliding her fist up to thumb over the tip. ]

Be a good boy and just enjoy it, hm?

[ and with that, she leans in to lave her tongue up the underside, taking the head into her mouth. ]

[Just because he likes it doesn't mean it isn't bullying??? They are not mutually exclusive!!!

Archons, Clorinde is really trying to kill right now. He doesn't know what's more maddening. Being called by his title and then being called a good boy again or the fingers on his cock teasing him so. The answer is yes, but he lifts a hand to his face. The flush travels down his neck and he lets out a strangled noise.]

You can't just- [He doesn't even know what he was going to say at this point. What comes out is a muffled groan.]

[ he can likely feel her smile at that strangled noise, carefully suckling at the head like she would a lollipop. she takes her time getting accustomed to his taste and size, working her way lower and wrapping her fingers around whatever she can't immediately fit in her mouth. but the weight of him on her tongue feels nice, the texture of his skin a pleasing contrast to how hard he is as she swallows around him. ]

Can't what? [ she murmurs against him when she pulls up for air, pressing a line of kisses down his cock to the base. she follows the path in reverse with her tongue afterwards, glancing up at him through her lashes. ] Does it feel good?

[His hips stutter just a bit and the hand on the med fists the sheets tightly. He doesn’t buck into her mouth. Either he’s trying to control himself because he feels the need to or because he is trying to be a good boy so to speak. Either way, the pleasure he’s feeling is quite wonderful.

He chews on his bottom lip as he watches a Lori die practically worship his cock. Oh, he’s so fucked.] Fuck.

[His cock was dripping precome and all that teasing and wolfish grins was being pulled from him and leaving something more raw.] It feels amazing.

[ such restraint; he really is such a good boy. she wasn't expecting the wetness, but it makes the slide of her lips down his cock easier, hallowing her cheeks a little as she goes. she gets past halfway, closing her eyes when he nudges against the back of her mouth, breathing slowly through her nose. he fills her mouth so completely that she can't help but imagine how he'd feel inside her, reaching deeper than her own fingers ever could. it makes arousal flare low in her stomach, shifting a little on her knees subconsciously to seek friction that isn't there.

but she can wait. she's determined to have him come in her mouth first, doubling down on her efforts and swirling her tongue around the tip. she wants to watch him unravel beneath her touch, to see him come undone. she can only imagine the sounds he'd make and what he'd look like; if it's anything close to what he looks and sounds like now, she doesn't think she'd be able to last very long herself. ]

[He bites down on the back of his hand to try and stifle the embarrassing keen that escapes the back of his throat. If he bleeds a little, it's fine. He widens his stance as though there's reason for him to give her room. It's probably an action of some kind he can do without straight up rocking his hips into Clorinde's mouth.

He didn't think her to be inexperienced, but she's also much better than he thought. Maybe it really has been a long time since he has been with another person. Wriothesley can feel something coil in the pit of his stomach everytime that sinful tongue swirls the head of his cock. Maddening.]

[ he spreads his legs wider and clorinde finds herself smiling again, spreading her own knees to rock her hips against the bed, lightly grinding her pelvis down against the carpeted floor just to take the edge off. it's been a long time since she'd done this, but wriothesley's reactions make it easy to figure out, flicking the tip of her tongue against the slit as she tightens her lips around him. ]

So good for me. [ her free hand digs fingers into the meat of his thigh, her voice rougher now as she catches her breath. ] You can let go. No need to hold back.

[ the next time she takes him into her mouth, she sinks down as far as she can go, the head of his cock bumping into her throat as she hums around him. ]

[There is something so arousing about being told he's being good for the other. Yes, he's being good. He wants to be good for her. The praise makes his cock twitch and he lets out a shuddering noise in the back of his throat as he still clings to his mental facilities as much as possible. Wriothesley's grip on control is an iron grip.

That doesn't mean he is infallible though. He can't help but rock his hips into such inviting warmth. Not when Clorinde takes him so well like that. His moan is shameless and loud as he throws his head back.]

[ how sweet, the eager way in which he soaks up the praise, the way it makes his control slip. he's a sight to behold, all the little sounds he makes going straight to her core as she swallows him down, the fingers curled around the base of his cock sliding lower. they dip past his balls, smoothing over his perineum with a light, exploratory touch.

she's never wished more to be in two places at once, admiring the line of his neck and the scars running down his throat. she wants to sink her teeth into him, moving with the roll of his hips to avoid losing momentum, a line of precome and spit leaking from the corner of her mouth to drip onto the sheets. ]

[He shouts as his toes curl and his grip on the sheets are so tight it's a surprise he hasn't actually torn them.] Clorinde! [He obviously enjoyed that quite a bit with the way he says her name like a prayer and his cock leaking even more.

He wasn't going to last much longer.] H-Hey- I-

[ oh, that's a sweet reaction. her chuckle comes out as an amused huff, muffled by his cock as she rubs the pad of her finger down and over his puckered hole briefly. she doesn't press further, unprepared as they are currently, but it's something to think about later, perhaps. she wonders if he'd like that, or if he's the type of man who only does the taking.

in any case, she pulls back until just the head of him remains in her mouth, looking up at his face. she raises a brow at what he says, something expectant in her gaze as if to say, what are you waiting for? ]

[His body can only hopelessly react to her touches, his hole fluttering and clenching on nothing as her fingers glides right over it. She was playing him like a fiddle, and he had zero complaints about it all with how he lets out a pleased groan.

Her gaze is enough for him to let go for a moment. An arch of his back as he comes into her mouth with a moan. He rocks his hips until he completely rides out his orgasm.]

[ she was expecting it, but the first pulse still takes her by surprise, swallowing quickly to avoid choking on him. the taste leaves something to be desired, but it's easy to ignore that in favor of watching his reaction—the beautiful arch of his back and the low timbre of his voice as he comes; the way his hole clenches against her finger a subtle tease of what could have been. wriothesley wears pleasure well, artfully disheveled, debauched in a way that makes her want to hold him close and consume him at the same time.

if this is what his bedfellows see, she understands now, what he meant by the lines between him and a healthy sex life. a single night wouldn't be enough.

she works him through his orgasm, gentling her touches until she can pull away with one last lick to the tip. her lips shine wetly with spit and his spend, some of it having dribbled down her chin when she couldn't swallow quickly enough, and she wipes it away with her fingers before licking it off. eventually, she leans in to check on him, running the clean fingers from her other hand through his bangs. ]

How are you feeling?

[He ends up collapsing onto the bed, the strength in his arms giving out after a toe curling orgasm. He doesn't answer Clorinde right away, taking a moment for him to catch his breath. After a moment, he offers her a lazy grin from where he was lying. The man definitely looks like he's in quite a blissful state.]

Like a million mora.

[Those legs spread wide wrap around her waist and tug her close. A slight tilt of his head.] Shouldn't I be asking you that? Surely this was not enough for you. [Even in the throes of passion, he was still sharp. The way she moved was not lost on him.]

It would be a disservice to you and embarrassing for me not to attend to your needs. [Eager to please.]

Not quite, no. But it was very... compelling.

[ she doesn't fight his pull, shimmying out of her trousers and underwear as she goes. she settles on top of him, the tease of his softened cock against her wet center dragging out a sigh, though that could likely be contributed to the feeling of his bare skin against hers. ]

Don't push yourself. [ there's amusement in her tone, warm and fond. she takes her time looking her fill, as if memorizing the flush on his face and the relaxed sprawl of his frame; the lazy grin that shouldn't look so charming on a warden of all people. very compelling, indeed. ] I'm in no rush.

Even if you were, I'm not exactly going to be raring to go for a bit. Even I got a refractory period. [Case and point. He shudders as she rubs against his cock. It's pleasant yet not, a little too overstimulated to completely enjoy it. Then again, he would enjoy being bullied into overstimulation, but he doesn't think that's her aim anyways.

His hands find her waist though and gives her a wolfish little grin.]

Sit on my face. [Ever so brazen.]

I suppose we all need something to keep us humble.

[ he would enjoy that, wouldn't he? she could if he wanted to, dragging the pleasure out and coaxing him over the edge again and again until it becomes too much. he makes it surprisingly easy to bully in that sense, so eager to please, so eager to be good. never did she expect he'd be like this in the bedroom, but it's a pleasant surprise that she's glad she was able to discover. ]

An insatiable appetite. [ she clicks her tongue, but the smile on her face betrays how much she's into it. ] Was the food earlier not enough, Your Grace?

[ she sits up, shifting up his body until she's poised above his mouth, removing her bra and leaving her completely bare to him. she'd been content to wait, but the idea of sitting on him like that is more than a little tempting, the prospect of having his mouth on her eliciting another flare of arousal; if she wasn't already slick between her thighs, she would be now. she's sure he can see it, with how close he is to her. ]

Are you saying that I'm not a humble guy? Ouch. [Wriothesley acts mock hurt at her words.

Still, he obviously doesn't need to directly feel pleasure to enjoy himself. If anything, Wriothesley was probably thinking about his partner's pleasure to the point of forgetting his own. He enjoyed his partners lost in bliss. He wanted to see them climax by his hand.

His pleasure was secondary.

He laughs.] Do you even have to ask? The food we ate earlier is a pale comparison to you. [Honeyed, sweet words that are still uttered with utmost honesty. A quiet worship of the woman hovering above him. That tongue is more than just for sweet talk. He guides her down with his hands, his tongue lapping up some of the slick she produce and filling the room with wet, slurping sounds.]

You haven't had a taste yet.

[ it would easily be mistaken for flattery, and while she would have before, she hears the truth behind his words now. it makes her skin burn in the sweetest way, the flush spreading down to her chest as he brings her closer. the first brush of his breath against her has her stuttering on an exhale, a precursor to his tongue dragging a strangled sound out of her.

her hands immediately sink into his hair, shuddering above him, and it's a good thing he's still holding on to her or she thinks she would have pitched forward entirely. she hardly registers the slick sound of his mouth over the blood rushing in her ears and her own ragged breathing, but perhaps that's for the best, unable to help the small roll of her hips down to seek more contact, more warmth. ]

I know quality when I see it.

[His grip on her is firm, but isn't so constricting she can't move as she pleases. If anything, the man probably wants nothing more than her to chase her pleasure. Her enjoyment right now was his priority and he would be a fool to try and control Clorinde of all people.

He presses his tongue between the lips, but doesn't push his tongue through her opening yet. Instead, he merely runs his tongue up until he can tease her clitoris with the tip of his tongue. He is enough of a gentleman, not to just shove anything in right on the get go and maybe he wants to work her up a bit.]

[ the slick slide of his tongue forces a ragged gasp out of her that turns into a moan at the teasing nudge against her clit, close but not quite to where she's aching for it. but it feels just as good—she's already sensitive from watching him earlier and it's been a long time since she's last indulged in this: softer moans intermingled with hitched breaths for every pass of his tongue, her head tipping back in pleasure to expose the long line of her neck.

it's too much and not enough. her fingers curl into his hair tighter, holding him in place as she grinds down against his lips and tongue, mindful of how much pressure she exerts but taking that invitation to chase what she wants. his name is a soft sigh that gets lost in the room, already rapidly approaching the edge. ]

[Hearing his name said in such a way by Clorinde of all people gets a wonderful shiver out of him. There's just something so arousing to get the Champion Duelist to react in such a way that he definitely was not taking for granted.

Look, if she suffocated him right now, this would not be a bad way to go, he thinks.

But he'll tease her a little less. Instead, he slowly starts to press his tongue inside and pass her lips, tasting slick on his tongue as he pushes slowly passed her entrance and inside. His hands slide down her waist to grip at her thighs, fingers splaying across her inner thighs.]

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[ listen, if he keeps it up, she just might.

for now, there's a low groan once his tongue slowly breaches her entrance, circling her hips against his mouth as she rocks against his face. her breath stutters out of her at the stretch of it, fingers clawing into his hair in a bid to anchor herself to something just as her thighs flex against his grip.

it's the only warning either of them get as her orgasm takes her by surprise, even if she'd felt it approaching since he first put his mouth on her — a shock of ice in its suddenness, only to thaw quickly to wash over her warmly. she feels her body flush from head to toe, closing her eyes to the bright blue of his eyes staring up at her and likely through her. she'd forgotten what it was like, this kind of indulgence; the added layer of intimacy borne from placing herself in the hands of someone she trusts. it's almost humbling in its intensity, and she just barely remembers to lift herself up and off of him to flop onto the bed beside him with a shaky huff. ]

[He'd thank her. Thanks for suffocating him with your thighs and pussy. It was the best way to go.

He moans in response, as she rocks her hips, the wet slide against his mouth. He feels his cock twitch, hearing the sweet sounds of her moans and the way she chases her pleasure as she pleases.

There's something so very hot when he feels her shudder through her orgasm. He feels it in her thighs framing his head and tastes it on his tongue as slick fills his mouth. It is divine, honestly. He sits up, licking his lips, not at all bothered by the mess of her spend on his face.] I appreciate the meal. [Hate this guy.]

[ one eye opens when he sits up and then closes again at his response, something reluctantly amused in her expression. he looks entirely too pleased with himself, but given that she's still buzzing from her orgasm, she supposes he's earned it. even if she won't admit as much out loud. ]

Who knew His Grace was a messy eater.

[ there's a flush on her cheeks that she hopes he'll assume is a result from coming as hard as she did and not from the sight of him licking her spend from his lips. when she opens her eyes again, she reaches up to brush some of that off the lower half of his face with her fingers, smoothing them carefully over his chin and jaw. some of that softness from earlier returns to her expression, made easier in the afterglow, and she finds herself once again thankful that he is the one here with her in this moment. ]

[He just laughs at her response. Honestly, he expected nothing less as soon as the words left his mouth. It wouldn't be the first time his words weren't on the edge of inappropriate if not flat out.

What really pins in his place is the softness of her stare and the gentleness of her touch. Wriothesley only ever looked at sex as a physical thing. Feelings was too messy and his relationship with it was poor, so what is he supposed to do when she looks at him like that.

Well, apparently kiss her. He leans down to press his lips to hers.]

[ she knows how people tend to see her: too cold, too intimidating, and the fact that she has put men down for less likely doesn't help with that image either. but it's always been there, that softness, that gentleness; nurtured by the close friendship she had when she was younger, and continued to grow even after. she has little reason for it these days, just as she has few whom she would trust, but wriothesley has always been something of an exception.

she's slow to react to the kiss, as unexpected as it is, the feeling of his lips pressed against hers a foreign but not unwelcome feeling. something seizes in her chest and she surrenders to it, slipping her clean fingers into his hair to tug him down the rest of the way on top of her, tilting her head just enough to deepen the kiss. ]

[He easily lets himself be pulled back on top of her, straddling her lap and keeping her caged under strong, scarred thighs. He plants his hands beside her head as he kisses back. Fervent and hungry as he lets his tongue taste and explore as he pleases. She can probably taste herself on his tongue.

He breaks the kiss when he feels his lungs burn with want for more air, a smile ghosting against her lips.] Pleasure looks good on you, Clorinde. You should enjoy yourself more often.

[ he's warm and pleasantly broad against her, his weight a welcome one as he pins her against the mattress. it's easy to sink into the kiss, in the taste of her own pleasure on his lips and tongue; heat pools low in her belly once more despite having found release not too long ago. she idly recalls what he'd said earlier, about lines between a healthy sex life and him. she thinks she's beginning to understand now, what he'd meant. ]

I suppose I have you to thank for it. [ she tilts her head up to kiss him again, firm brief pecks to his lips, still caught up in the novelty of it. of being able to do so just because she can, just because she wants to. ] Is that an invitation?

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My partners only deserve the best. [A wink as he sits upright, though he doesn't make a move to get off her lap. He runs a hand through damp bangs as he seems fairly comfortable atop of her.

The man knows how to look like the very image of sin.]

That's up to you. I have no reason to say no. [He runs a finger over her bare shoulder playfully.] Especially to you.

I'm honored.

[ there's something about it — seeing him above her backlit by the soft glow of the room's lighting, bare and debauched that makes her heart stutter a little. it's a new perspective, one that she never quite entertained the notion of before, despite the time they've spent together in and out of work. she's sure wriothesley doesn't need her to tell him that he's charming and handsome, but she finds herself thinking it anyway, admiring the way the light cups his face, smoothing the sharper angles of it to make him appear younger and softer. it's a little unfair, she thinks; their compatibility in work was always undeniable, but it seems as if it may extend further than that.

her skin pebbles with goosebumps beneath the soft touch of his finger; she swallows briefly before propping herself up on an elbow, her other hand settling lightly on the scars stretching from his throat to his sternum. ]

... Tell me what you like. [ she follows the middle scar in reverse, fingertips ghosting over the raised skin to the dip in his collarbone. ] Something that you enjoy. Not what you think I will.

[ there isn't a need to specify, but she does so anyway. ]

[He shivers under her touch. Scar tissue typically is more sensitive than normal skin and Wriothesley has scars in spades. And well, the scars on his neck have always been somewhat sensitive. A sharp intake of breath and eyelashes flutters as he relishes the gently feeling of her fingers against his skin.

There's a feeling of being a little thrown just a bit off his game though. It isn't like she would be the first to ask him what he likes in bed, but it's different than with others. He can easily shift things away in the throes of passion with others. With Clorinde, there's a feeling of being pinned in place. That she expects an actual answer and not the way where he usually sidesteps a true and proper answer.

He shivers again for a completely different reason.] Ah, but what if I simply enjoy what you enjoy? [Deflecting.]

[ she's aware of them, the numerous scars on his body that are normally hidden beneath his clothing, symbols of the hardships he'd endured. clorinde has not had the desire to learn more of it back home, to push for more than what wriothesley has given her—admittedly, not much, but that's never bothered her. even now, as she smooths her touch over another scar, as she leans in to press her lips to it in tender exploration, she only finds herself wondering if anyone else has touched him in this way. if he has allowed anyone else to be close enough to do so. ]

Of course. [ light and easy, just like the fingers that reach up to slip into his hair, brushing back his bangs and scratching lightly along his scalp. ] But you know that's not what I asked.

[ there's another question there, hidden between the lines. trust is a luxury they rarely can afford, the price at times too steep. she can count on one hand the people that she'd willingly pay that price for, one of whom sits before her. she wonders if he could say the same. ]

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[Every lingering touch sears into him and leaves him with a burning need to feel more.

He laughs a little. The sound could almost be called shy even. Wriothesley was not great when it came to being the center of attention. Always avoided it. Usually, he wasn't like this when it came to sex, but something about Clorinde's gaze on him as she demanded for his pleasure.

He licks his lips as he holds her gaze, lets her eyes pin him into place, and-

Well, she won't take no for an answer, so he might as well give into her demands.] Let me ride you.

[ it's not what she initially expects, but at the same time, not so surprising. wriothesley is an attentive lover despite his aversion to the spotlight; it's much easier to play someone else's body than to call attention to his own. something softens in her expression, a fondness that she doesn't bother to hide as she cups his cheek, thumb smoothing over the arch of his cheekbone. ]

All right.

[ the kiss she leaves is tender but brief as she works her way out from beneath him. given the nature of the place, she has no doubt that there's something that would fit their needs. pulling open the top drawer of the cabinet next to the bed reveals a near full bottle of lube, the second housing a few harnesses with toys of varying sizes attached to them. ]

Pick one you like.

[If you told him that he'd be having sex with Clorinde at any point of his life, he'd think that they were having some psychotic break and send them to Sigewinne for evaluation. That there was no way that the two of them would lay together. Not because he doesn't think she'd be a wonderful lay. Clorinde had so much going for her and, well-

He felt she was definitely out of his league. He wouldn't say it out loud nor did he think he wasn't worth his own in a way. Just that she could do better instead settling for him.

But that's neither here nor there. He feels anxious energy thrum under his skin and his heart hammering in a way that makes it hard to swallow.

They were really doing this. Oh, and he was definitely a huge slut because-] The biggest one there is. [He sits on the bed, waiting, missing the press of their bodies already. The warmth of another was just nice, alright? And he knew he was touchstarved.]

[ it actually gets a chuckle out of her, something brief that bubbles up almost unbidden, warm with just a hint of incredulity that she can't quite put her finger on why. maybe it's his sudden shyness despite what they've been doing up till now; the juxtaposition of it against his request of the biggest one. it's cute, almost sweet, in a way. clorinde has never taken someone in this way before, but whatever hesitation she may have had is soothed by his eagerness as she plucks one from the pile. ]

Come. [ she beckons him closer from her spot further up the bed, sliding a hand back up his torso to pause in the center of his chest, giving a gentle nudge for him to settle on his back. she gives in to the desire to kiss him again, to nose gently along his jaw to his earlobe. ] If we're to continue, I have a request.

[Don't laugh at him??? He feels his skin grow hotter, his flush traveling down the back of his neck and to his ears. Look, you cannot blame him from getting a little flustered. It's so much easier to ask a random stranger to fuck his brains out than it is to ask Clorinde to fuck his brains out.

And it's not just shyness that flows through his blood. He's excited. Incredibly so.

Also, easy.

Wriothesley almost moves immediately at her beckon, like a dog on a leash. Completely pliant as he falls onto his back. No resistance as he kisses back as though famished.] Y-Yeah? What's that? [He doesn't care about the way his voice cracks a little. How hoarse he suddenly sounds. His attention is focused on her.]

[ she can't help it? he's being so good, and the easy way he responds just adds to the charm, incongruous to the way he carried himself earlier. it's a side to him she hasn't seen yet, but one that she enjoys all the same. it stirs something within her, a desire to consume that wars with her desire to hold him close.

she breaks the kiss with a light peck, propping herself up on one arm to look at him. ]

I know you told me the safe word earlier. [ she brushes his hair back with her fingers, lightly combing through it to maintain that gentle contact. ] But I'd like you to communicate with me. If I'm doing something that you don't like, whether or not it causes you discomfort. Or if you'd like me to keep doing it.

[ she knows he's aware she's never done this before. and while they both know neither of them are ignorant enough to ignore the signs, she likes the reassurance anyway. ]

Will you do that for me?

[There are things that Wriothesley never really has the luxury of. Showing any vulnerabilities of some kind in public wasn't possible. In the privacy of this room with just the two of them, he feels like he doesn't quite have to put up his best in front of her.

He can relax. Even if he can't completely let himself fall in her hands, he can easily go along with her whims like this. The gentle, sweet touches help a lot. If there was something he was so utterly weak to, it was touches like this. His eyes flutter closed as he tilts his hand into her hair. A gentle exhale.] Of course.

[Wriothesley is a little surprised. He had expected her to have a few lovers. If not men, then there were surely women who would love to lay with the Champion Duelist. It doesn't matter though. He knew what he liked and if she needed a guiding hand, then how could he say no?] I want this to be good for both of us.

[ she'd never entertained the idea of taking a lover beyond the first few times not too long into her career. given the nature of her work, a suitable partner isn't so easy to find and clorinde is aware of how others see her. she is professional to the point of being cold, and that generally does not make an inviting presence.

but this is wriothesley, who has always seemed to understand her where others do not. ]

I want to be good for you. [ vulnerability often comes at too great a cost. but here, in the quiet of this room, she savors it much like she does the way he leans into her touch. ] As you've been for me.

[ clorinde has always made good on her word and she intends to do the same. slicking her fingers with the lube, she warms it up before touching him, continuing that gentle exploratory touch from earlier when she had his cock in her mouth. fingers dip down along his perineum to rub over his hole just as she leans back in to kiss him again. ]

You make it sound like you haven't been. I could eat you out again and it would not be any less enjoyable for me. [Really, Clorinde is gorgeous just if he was thinking about her on a surface level. Knowing that she is so much more than just a beautiful face with a good body just makes him all the more wild to enjoy it all.

And he wants her as satisfied as he is.

Wriothesley is nothing short of shameless as he spreads his legs wide and inviting for her, his kiss in return is hungry and wanting. He clenches and unclenches as though begging for her fingers with them teasing his entrance.]

[ there's an honesty to his eagerness that charms her, makes her feel impossibly fond, exquisite in its rarity. she answers it by dipping her finger into the puckered opening, taking her time to work into the tight clutch of his body, unhurried and indulgent. ]

Of course it wouldn't. [ she breathes into his mouth between kisses, lets her teeth sink into the plush of his lower lip just to feel the give of it before soothing it over with a brush of tongue. ] You'd live between my thighs, if given the opportunity.

[ her finger sinks in to the first knuckle, giving him a moment to adjust as she trails her lips down to mouth at his throat. ]

But I'd like for you to let me give you this, and I'd like for you to simply take it.

[He writhes under her touch with a shaky breath as he feels her fingers sink into him. A flutter of eyelashes but the grin still lingers on his lips.]

You would deny me a good time, though. I'm a Cryo user you know. I need to keep my ears warm somehow. [Ever so shameless in his words. Oh, would he love that, honestly. Clorinde has strong thighs and a body worth worshipping.

He laps at her lips with his tongue and sucks on her bottom lip playfully as he rocks his hips to feel the slide of her finger inside him. A pleased sigh escapes his mouth.] Is that an order? I'm no good at keeping still. You know how I am.

You'd find a way.

[ another slick finger slides in next to the first, just as unhurried as she works it into him, carefully spreading them out once they've been buried to the second knuckle. her free hand wanders, smoothing down his side to curl over a hip, tracking each undulation of his body down against her fingers. it's heady, how responsive he is; a part of her is grateful that he's at least more forthright here. a guiding hand takes many forms, even one that may be unintentional. ]

I do. And know that you will. [ her hand leaves his hip to wrap around his cock instead, keeping her touch light. ] You'll be good, won't you.

[He instinctively clenches around the foreign digits before relaxing. A slight writhe of his body and a soft exhale as he takes the slight stretch and burn of being spread open without too much fuss.]

You mean you wouldn't warm me if I asked?

[Cheeky little shit.

Even if he finds himself eating those words a little with the way he arches his back with a quiet noise in the back of his throat. The hand on his cock is heavenly, but what really drives him crazy is her words. You'll be good, won't you. It rings in his ears and sinks in his mind.

A part of him wants to rebel. To be a little difficult. A little bratty. The other part of him wants the praise. Oh, it wants it so bad.] Just for you... [Said a little breathlessly.]

I'd consider it.

[ so cheeky, but that's part of the charm. she takes comfort in it — the light teasing, the ease of their back and forth even in a context that is unfamiliar to them. it feels oddly reassuring to know that some things won't change despite the lines they've already crossed, and whatever lingering doubts she may have had are quieted as she swipes the pad of her thumb over the head of his cock, dragging the precum gathered there down the length of him.

they've already established that he has much more experience than she does in this area, but she had expected a little more resistance than this. not that she's complaining by any means; the third finger slots in quicker than the previous two, a small crack in that endless patience that she's known for. ]

That's right. [ no one can blame her, really. not with how prettily he arches his back, baring his neck and the rest of his scars to her. she presses her mouth to the middle one, lips parted around the bob of his throat just to feel the hum of his voice beneath skin. ] For me.

Ouch. Hard crowd.

[Wriothesley is nothing, if not responsive as he lets out a breathless little moan. His hips stutter, body wanting to thrust into her hand or to take her fingers in deeper. Eyelashes flutter as he clenches around them, enjoying the feeling of being filled by those wonderful digits. Even if it were little quicker than the others, he doesn't seem bothered, enjoying the slight sting and ache as he's stretched open.]

Clorinde. [His voice is a little hoarse as he utters her name. Her mouth on his skin sets him alight and he finds himself craving to feel the sting of a bite; enamel against skin.] More, give me more.

[Continued from here.]

[He instinctively lifts his arm and sniffs at it, but he doesn't smell anything relating to what the other had described. If only he knew that it was because of the shampoo.

He would almost think the other was pulling his leg, but that was much too descriptive. It also...had a lot of validity. Brass like the fortress. Tea like his favored drink. Ice from his affinity to Cryo. Why the other could smell such things, he didn't understand though.]

Huh. [It's all he can really reply with, honestly.] Well, has your curiosity been sated then, monsieur?

[they can't help but laugh. it's... a fair question, under any normal circumstance. he's not obscured by the lights or anything, and Nimah is dutifully keeping their head turned in roughly his direction (it's only polite).]

Well, no. [and before Wriothesley has to ask further, they just offer a lopsided grin.] I can't see anything, after all.

[He blinks owlishly for a moment before he can't help but bark out a laugh. Well, this stranger certainly has quite the sense of humour.] I see. Well, I think between us, I'm the only one who can by the sounds of it.

[He makes his way over to the other. They can probably smell the cocktail of scents exuding from the boxer get stronger as he stops in front of them.] Well, well, well. Is there anything that we can do to help you then? I would hate to walk away and for you to not be satisfied.

So it is. A light in the darkness, no?

[they're too old to be boring, that's what they think. it would be easy to be pensive and earnest, but consider: gremlin. and hey, it tends to end in things like this, where another approaches out of amusement or curiosity. or bravado.

actually, there are a lot of reasons, aren't there.

he's relatively tall, they think. at least about their height, were they to stand—and much broader by the weight of him. light steps, seemingly unbothered, loud in the small area. interesting.]

That's rather up to your comfort, I think. You could always just describe yourself, of course. [but it's interesting, someone leaning in to their 'satisfaction.' it speaks a lot of his personality, though without the hint of reasoning behind it.] The air does keep everything somewhat fuzzy, in here, so the easiest option is, of course, touch. Appropriately to your preference, of course.

[in truth, it isn't normally their favourite option. even leaning into the play of this "game" enough that they sound whimsical, there's something... invasive about memorising someone by hand alone. sometimes it really is the most reasonable option, though—with someone who's up for it.

and if it slips further along? that's not a problem either. not when that intriguing cocktail of scents really does just draw them in, more than it has any right to do. the House's way of loading the dice, perhaps...]

Before any of that, though, I'm no savage. I'm Nimah, and you?

Mm, I don't know about that.

[He rests one of his hands on his hips as he tilts his head. His hair is still dripping wet, the drops either rolling down his back or dripping onto the floor.]

Who's to say I wouldn't just make things up? [It's said in such a way that makes it obvious he wouldn't actually do so. Wriothesley might tease a bit and make a few details up for shits and giggles, but he had no reason not to mostly be honest to the man in front of him.] How can I not offer when you are so polite, monsieur? I like to think myself openminded and to work with the person I am communicating with. If it is the easiest course of action, then I do not mind.

[He smiles easily, even if Nimah can't see it.] If I am bothered, I can always tell you to stop.

Wriothesley.

As it so happens, neither would I.

[Nimah I swear to god. they can hear the dripping, at least, a good enough idea of where he is and all. the question just earns a laugh.]

No one, of course. I'm sure some of those who've met me have lied about any number of things. [and it's clear from their answer that... well, it doesn't bother them. part of being blind is that there's nothing to recognise, and you don't usually describe someone to another in their experience. still, Wriothesley himself is quite... adaptable, at their guess.] It seems I'm quite lucky, then, that politeness runs in my veins. And lucky to find myself with such an amicable partner.

[because he is right, after all. though there are those who can't handle it, the reality is that the option is always there in their hands.]

Nimah. A pleasure, Wriothesley. [ah. they do trip over that a little bit, the roll of certain syllables picking up in the face of how they're arranged.] If it isn't a problem, I'll let you come to me, though.

[you know, so they don't just crash into him. which wouldn't happen, but that's not the point. a hand rises in sort of beckoning, and they do shift to brush their hair back and out of the way, bent leg dropping down to support weight again.]

Well, even if you weren't so polite, I'd probably be amiable. [Wriothesley is an easy guy in many senses of the words. He doesn't really have any reason to deny the other.

He chuckles a little.] Don't worry. You aren't the first person who has tripped over my name a bit. [Nimah would certainly not be the last either. Maybe he should have chosen an easier name, but it really is too late for that. He has grown fond of the name, besides.

A devious grin spreads on his lips as the other asks him to approach them. Well, if Nimah was going to ask so politely for him to come closer...] Of course, it is no problem.

[He takes a few confident steps forward and...promptly sits on the man's lap.] Is this close enough, monsieur?

Mm, it isn't often I hear a name with so many consonants near one another.

[they have no opinions on the name anyway—there's always the option of just giving him a nickname, if it comes down to it. for Nimah, it's more likely they'll just work at it until it works out, if the two get along well (and it doesn't seem they won't, really).

... they can hear him moving, without the context of his devious grin, and it's abrupt in the moments before they'd intended to stand—]

... Ah. [weight thunks down over Nimah's lap and they can't help but be glad to have moved their hair. not that there's anything wrong with a little pinch, but being able to lift their head is more helpful than not. his muscle settles nicely over the leaner muscle of their thighs, a tangle of strength on strength.] Are you expecting something more, settling so abruptly?

[it's asked with a laugh, though now that he's here, they can hardly escape the almost overwhelming sense of something. it'd been there in the air in fits and starts, but here nestled amid the boxer's scent... something specific to this room, they think.

ah, but that's not why they're here, is it.]

I am quite stubborn, so you may have to be clear with me what you want... if you enjoy the idea that I was propositioning you. But yes. This is more than close enough for me to get an idea.

[they're about the same height, Nimah thinks, based on how soundly his feet settle in the space between them. much more heavily muscled, though. this is confirmed as their hands glide over his thighs, following the curve of the muscle up and to the outside of his waist. every movement is... carefully polite, mostly because they do find they want to have an idea of what he looks like. those hands are delicate in their motions, heavily callused though they are.

and yes, if they were to be honest, there's selfishness in that curiosity. Nimah isn't a saint, and Wriothesley is very confident and very naked in their lap, cool water still dripping down from soaked hair.]

... Are you a fistfighter of some kind? [an absent question, when their hands draw up over a shoulder and down along the swell and curve of his arms. the muscles are too evenly developed for other heavy weapons, they think... but it will really be up to him how much he wants to talk about. it still doesn't answer where some muscles are built for just fighting and others seem to be able to hold something, but it's a start.]

[Wriothesley just lets out a content hum as he runs his fingers through the abundance of hair Nimah has.]

Hm? Does it seem like I'm expecting something more? You wanted to feel me right? Is this not good? [Despite being settled on the man's lap, Wriothesley doesn't seem to be trying to do anything too suggestive. At least not at the moment. His actions are pretty benign and innocent for the time being.

He has no idea what the cocktail of smells exuding from him might be doing to the other though.

He lets the other touch him as they please, taking note that they're touching him as politely as possible. Nothing feels sexually charged and only feels like curiosity. Wriothesley does shift every so often, not exactly the type who can sit and do nothing.

Maybe it's why he ends up running his fingers through Nimah's hair, combing it out, before he starts braiding it.]

A boxer. You're very knowledgeable about physiques, aren't you? That's impressive. [He guesses that its something they just learn with time, but even the average person can't normally tell, so he thinks it is impressive regardless.]

Mm. An old habit, you might say. Even a standing offer. I am far too old to be too coy.

[they're quite expressive without their eye coverings, brows furrowing or eyes squinting amid contemplation. He seems restless, so it's just as well that they're efficient about it all.

Not that his occasional movements do anything to stop them from their work, though they do bring a little pause here and there. The scent is itself intoxicating too, cool and heavy as it is, but... that's just an endurance test, right?]

A boxer. [The repetition comes with both acknowledgement and understanding, and it puts most of Wriothesley's physique into perspective. The rest... the scars are notably glanced over, taken in but assumed better to not talk about with a stranger.

... even if that stranger is braiding their hair, or more importantly combing through it. That is enough to pull little shivers from Nimah, a thoughtful hum on their lips.]

I'm sure there are many body types I would fail to guess, but thank you. [Their fingers work their way up over his shoulders and neck now, tracing along his jaw. said fingers twitch slightly as his fingers run through their hair, a shiver that cuts through much of their relative calm. it's so sensitive, they can't help it.] One of my duties entails weapon training for newly Awakened humans... so I have some experience with various body types. But thank you, it's taken a few decades.

[so it's more practical, but still. he's... younger, they think, than they first thought. just a little, based on his brash confidence.]

Well, I can respect someone who can get to the point. [It's too bad that Wriothesley loves to play coy.] You could say that I just like to go to with the flow. I'm not opposed, but I'm not going to act like we have to either. [But maybe he'll tease the other a little bit to see how they respond.

In the meantime, he'll watch the other's face carefully. He gauges their expression with interest.]

Mhmm. [There's a wolfish grin on his face when the other shivers. How cute. He drags his nails over Nimah's scalp as he lets out a hum.] Most people would only be able to make guesses. I don't think I would have been able to make any sort of guess like that. [Actually, this is probably not true. If he were to take a moment to observe others, he could probably make educated guesses.

What was more interesting was Nimah's words.] I'm going to be honest, but I'm not quite sure I follow what your words mean.

I see. Then I'll adjust my expectations.

[it doesn't seem teasing them will go badly, at least. they're not too hard to read either, especially with nothing covering their eyes.

there's a lightness to their expression, a flicker of pleasant hunger at the drag of nails over their scalp, echoed by a faint rumble. rude, Wriothesley. it's not enough that it slows them from answering his admission, though there's enough of a pause there to consider what he means and how to clarify in turn.]

Ah... yes. People seem to be from entirely different worlds here, don't they? [satisfied with their explorations and the general feel of Wriothesley's form, Nimah's hands trail downward, making no effort to avoid tracing over muscle and curve on their way down. if he's so amiable, then it's harmless to touch and feel a little.] Where I'm from, some humans are... born with innate talents. The ability to conjure fire or manipulate the wind, for example.

These people find that, sometime after adulthood, they "awaken" to these abilities; usually in a fit of danger or emotional turmoil. Though... I suppose I should ask if you'd like the short version or the long before I continue. [a beat.] I am not opposed to either, but I think I would rather a more comfortable seat if I'm going to explain it all. The steam in here is beginning to feel troublesome, anyway.

[If people didn't have such fun reactions, then he would tease them a little less!!! He leans in so that the other can feel his hot breath against the skin of their neck. He's acting as though he merely shifted so that he can continue braiding Nimah's hair. This is not the reason why and he moved on purpose with the sole reason to breath against the other's neck.]

From the few people I've spoken to, the names they have said to me are not familiar. [He has heard a few different names that sounded so very foreign on his tongue. Different worlds is not such a surprising thing to hear though. He's lucky the Traveler exists so he could be more mentally prepared for the idea of it.

He does listen to the other talk with interest. It didn't sound so dissimilar to people being granted Visions in a way. It was different, yet similar.]

I am amiable to either. [A huff of a laugh, his lips just barely ghosting over skin.] Oh? Does the steam bother you? I didn't realize it would be an issue.

That is fine. They're not so important, and even others in my world wouldn't recognise a number of city names if I gave them.

[they can't help but laugh, even beneath the soft rumble of breath as Wriothesley leans in, breath ghosting over their neck. he's intriguing, just going his own way—an admirable ideal, in their very biased opinion.]

Mm... perhaps the longer version, as it will hopefully answer further questions for you. [the circumstance isn't entirely dissimilar from Visions, of course, even down to the popular idea that Awakened are "god touched," but Nimah has no concept of this yet. besides, they can't help but be a little distracted, another shiver as lips ghost over their neck.] It is not my favourite addition to the air, as it feels heavy and thick. It's also liable to make my hair take forever to dry... since you seem enamoured with braiding it while you test my resolve.

[this time, there's no attempt at coyness or calm, rational thought. Nimah is not stupid, after all, and they've gotten enough of a read on him to guess his intent. even if he may enjoy the process of braiding it, the older man's hair is most assuredly a means to his end... they just have to decide where they'd like to let him win that particular "contest."]

How accommodating for a complete stranger. [Especially a stranger who is very obvious causing just a little trouble for the other. Wriothesley is not ignorant to the reactions he is getting out of the other. One can practically hear the smirk in his voice.]

Test your resolve, monsieur? [His voice is filled with saccharine innocence.] I am just braiding your hair. Is there something about your hair being touched so innocently that would test your resolve?

[Wriothesley knows exactly what he's doing.] I have no reason to cause problems for a man who has only been so very polite with me.

Is it? I find it efficient to move beyond things that only cause confusion and waste time.

[He really is too whimsical about this. At least no one is as unhinged as Muchi—they really don't want to throw someone into a wall without any enjoyable reason anytime soon.]

Is this the part where I'm supposed to fluster and confess how nice it feels to have hands in my hair and your breath on my neck, how you can't possibly be unaware of what you're doing...?

[They exhale a chuckle then and let a hand trail up his back, short nails pressing into the defined curve and swell of muscles.]

Or perhaps you're hoping I'll give in and hold you down, express my fascination with how sweet you smell, listen to you pretend to want for escape...

[Sure, a lot of that is baseless on the second half. Nimah is absolutely, for certain, falling on personal experience (or their own personality, more likely) to bolster the expectation they speak of. It's an educated guess where, in the scheme of enjoyment, the older man can't lose, and their veneer of patience will remain unshattered. And if he continues to hold on to his whimsy of "not doing anything," well, they can last a while longer.]

You could not bother in the first place and I would have easily accepted that too.

[How funny. This man really was amusing. He continues to play dumb, merely because he can. Wriothesley was obviously caught with what he was doing, but he hasn't been stopped.] No one said anything about flustering. Monsieur, you're the one putting words in my mouth.

[He shudders pleasantly into Nimah's touch. One could practically hear the smirk in Wriothesley's voice as he speaks again though.]

Is that what you think I want or is that what you want to do? [He drags his hands through Nimah's hair again.] I didn't realize that my scent has you so enamored though. I forgotten about how this all started, actually.

That would imply that I have a problem with sharing the information. I've heard most of the questions time and again, as a weapons trainer.

[it clearly doesn't bother them at all, sharing information about themselves. if you knew what an Awakened was back home, it's not like they're all that inconspicuous.]

Hardly. I simply asked which role I should play, didn't I? You're keeping all your cards quite close to your chest, after all. [they're too similar, probably. Nimah only exhales a laugh as they continue to just... needle one another. a war of attrition, jeez.]

I'm presenting options, nothing more. You said you like to go with the flow, and I'm not so different there. [some of which are made worlds less effective as Wriothesley drags hands through their hair. it's just such a pleasant feeling and they'd really like to just bask in it for a while.] Ah. I had forgotten, as well... though I don't think my thoughts would have changed significantly under the circumstances. If anything, they perhaps lean away from the lattermost ideals.

[maybe less so if not for the whole playing with their hair thing. that's his own fault.]

Well, you don't have to have a problem sharing information to not feel like it. After all, I think the particulars of our worlds isn't probably on the top of anyone's minds now that we're all here.

[Not that Wriothesley would be opposed to talk about Teyvat. He just also doesn't think people care as much about these things like he does. He finds himself endlessly curious. Knowing the particulars about what is part of Nimah's world also helps him understand the person he's seated upon after all.]

Which role do you want to play? [Wriothesley does not comment on the latter. He knows that they're correct. Wriothesley is a man who loves to omit information and keep things to himself. He would reveal things when he wanted to.

The boxer busies himself with scratching at Nimah's scalp with his nails. He seemed more than happy to give the other as much attention as they wanted. He was the type to make sure the other person was enjoying themselves as much as possible.] Hmm, well I'm content with what my partner enjoys.

[A huff of a laugh.] Does that mean you're satisfied with what you accessed? Is this becoming something more personal now? [Like a careful game of cat and mouse.]

I am of the opinion that camaraderie grows with learning. Being from different worlds, and understanding those differences besides, can be the difference between stumbling in the dark and linking together a plan... or in understanding how to avoid missteps and culture clashes.

[among other things. it's safe to say, at least, that Wriothesley isn't alone in those thoughts and curiosities. granted, it was probably pretty clear before then too.]

Which role... hmm. Well, if I am honest, I'm less apt to lean into that aggression... but I'm not sure if I'm much good at pretending to fluster, either.

[they exhale a little laugh there, fingers reaching up to gently cup Wriothesley's chin.]

I feel like you're holding back, and my preference is to see that control unravel. [an irony, what with their own significant concentration.] If you think it personal, I have no complaints with calling it so.

[just not too personal, thanks.]

What a thoughtful reply. [He means that honestly.] Though, I will say that no amount of differences is enough of a wall to rally people together depending the situation.

[He knows that acutely well. Prisoners of varying sentences were all willing to come together. It didn't matter how serious or how petty the crime. When thrust into such an unforgiving world and the threat that a corrupt man can take away what they earned with pure hard work was more than enough to have people band together. Differences aside.] Comradery of sorts.

[He laughs as he leans into Nimah's hand.] I don't think the use of aggression is right here. I can be plenty aggressive in whatever I want. In the end, isn't this a mutual give and take? [He tilts his head just enough to run his tongue over one of those fingers.]

Mm, you would have to try harder for that though, monsieur. [Wriothesley held onto control with an iron grip.] Consider it a challenge.

Not at all. It only makes it a little easier to move forward swiftly, and less exhausting in the long run.

[there's really nothing worse than dealing with a bunch of people who are squabbling, even when they're working together. still, they don't really correct anything; there doesn't seem much point.]

Ah, but I never said you were being aggressive. [a huff of laughter, the shake of their head.] I said that I was less apt to lean into the aggression I myself suggested. [they rather thought they were clear on it, but communication is a difficulty. as to control... well, in the ways that matter, they're not dissimilar to one another.]

A challenge to get you to act how you want... hm. [hm. it's harder to take that challenge right now, sitting under him and with their scalp pleasantly tingling from all the attention to their hair.] Well, I suppose there's no rush either way. May as well just start and see where things go, no?

[they suppose. and, uncomfortable seat be damned, they finally give in to the instinct to lean in, fingers pulled just out of the way to brush his lips, provided he has no other plans.]

Hmm, what if I want you to be aggressive? Would you? Or is it just not possible? [Not that he would make the other. Encourage? Yes. Make? No. The other seems pretty calm and grounded that seeing them push a little more would be exciting for him to see.]

Going with the flow hmm? [Wriothesley would probably give in before the other did. He could be patient, but there also didn’t feel like they needed to be.

Nimah was so pliant in his hands though that he can’t help but spoil the man a bit longer. Even if he catches those fingers in his mouth to suck on them. Maybe a little teasing while he continues to drag blunt nails against Nimah’s scalp.]

Oh, it's possible. [there's a soft laugh there, warmth suffusing through them. he really does smell pleasant, and assuredly, it's becoming far more distracting than it needs to be.]

Mmm. That's the intent. And—for the record, [the words are spoken absently, as fingers shift in his mouth, teasing along his tongue where he sucks, a rumbled purr on their lips at his continued drag of nails against their scalp] if you'd like aggression, then you perhaps shouldn't have started with my hair.

[it's very difficult, as it turns out, for them to go back to being an utter gremlin (not that they're not being one at all now) after they just want to melt against him and behave. oops.]

[He pulls off Nimah’s fingers with a wet pop, a string of saliva still connected between the now wet fingers and his lips. Wriothesley chuckles, seemingly comfortable where he is. Well, almost. He shifts a little and it would seem innocent if he didn’t seem to grind against Nimah’s lap.

He’s acting as though he is merely getting comfortable.] I didn’t realize it would be easy to take you with just some innocent touching of your hair. I’ll keep it in mind.

[It's an alluring little stretch of saliva they can't see, but at least there's some sensation to it, melted sweetly into the shift of hips over their own.

He continues to treat it as idle movement, and at least this time he's rewarded with the throb of their cock, pressed firmly between them both. Their other hand moves to trace over Wriothesley's front, fingers dipping in to memorize its shape and form.]

Haha. It does depend on the circumstance, but in general.. I am too old to be shy and embarrassed. Being a docile kitten is fun too, with the right partner. Or a playful one.

[He arches his back with a breathy groan as Nimah’s hands wander over his body. Wriothesley yanks at their hair a little harder. Not enough to hurt, but it’s firm and a far cry from the gentle petting before.]

Should I start calling you kitten instead? [His tone is teasing as one hand stays tangled in Nimah’s hair and the other one travels down to grind his palm against the man’s crotch.]

[that, at least, earns a sharp groan from them, fingers pressing briefly, but sharply, against Wriothesley's skin. better... much better, really.]

If you'd like. Just don't expect me to respond to it automatically. [they sigh softly as his palm grinds their crotch, hips lifting up in their limited space beneath his thighs. the act pulls at their senses, length twitching against his hand, and he huffs a laugh.] You really have me at your mercy now...

[Wriothesley practically purrs in delight at how the other responds. Really, Nimah needs to make it so he doesn't want to mess with them like this. He shifts so he was straddling the other, strong thighs keeping the other trapped underneath him. Like this, he can press their lengths together.

He leans in to blow air against Nimah's ear.] Does that bother you, kitten?

[maybe this is what they wanted all along, Wriothesley. anything that's fun and not boring, that's really all they're chasing. right now, that happens to be pushing buttons until something happens... which it has. the other leans in closer, straddling their thighs just so, the press of their lengths together pulling a soft shudder out of them.

the brush of air against an ear is almost too much for the sensitivity of them, but they lean forward a little, hips just barely shifting in the motion. hands move to find purchase over bare skin, intending to squeeze comfortably at his thighs.]

Mmm... being at your mercy? No, it makes me a curious kitten. What's next? I can barely breathe for the anticipation.

[that is a complete falsehood, but it sounds good, especially the way they let their breath go and thin the sound out. it's shameless, alongside the way their body reacts so plainly to every touch.]

[He chuckles.]

Do you always play with your food? We both know you're far from being at my mercy. [If Nimah wanted to get him off, it wouldn't be that hard for them to do so. The man is clearly playing along with him. Still, he's more than willing to play this charade.

He yanks at Nimah's hair to force their head back so he can lick and nip at their throat. A chaste little kiss at the man's chin.] How cute of you.

[While he mouths at Nimah's throat, his free hand moves to circle around both their lengths and starts to stroke the both of them.]

Play with my food? [look at that pout. it's very unconvincing, too amused.] I don't always play, just when it seems like it might be—nngh—fun.

[oh that is a full-body shudder he gets out of them when yanking their hair back, the shift of a gasp rising and falling where his tongue and teeth meet their throat. a shuddered breath, alongside a faintly rumbled laugh.] I haven't been called cute in—mmnh—quite a long time.

[warm fingers tangle in his hair then, tugging encouragingly in time with his mouth. hips rise up finally when his hand encircles both of their lengths, a faint show of flexibility pressing their waists closer together. there's only a cursory tug back against the hand in their hair, facilitating the jolt of electricity down their spine.]

I have to say... you smell even better from this distance. [he's still not completely separate from the scent of the shampoo, but all of him is more intoxicating from this close.]

You are not very convincing, monsieur. You don't always play. Does that mean you mostly play?

[He grazes his teeth over Nimah's throat before sucking a few hickeys there. Nimah might not be able to admire them, but others certainly will be able to.] Well, that's a shame. Maybe other people are blind too if they can't see how cute you are.

[A pleased groan as he rocks his hips at the same rhythm as him stroking the both of them. The hand in Nimah's hair moves to grasp the other's shoulder if mostly to steady himself as he jerks both of them off.]

Is that all you're thinking about. How I smell? [A breathless chuckle.] Not literally anything else we're doing? [He doesn't really know what the shampoo actually has done other than apparently make him give off a scent that sounded uniquely very him. He doesn't know how that affects the other.]

I believe they call that question a "trap," and so I should refrain from answering. [and then, barely a beat later:] I play whenever it feels fun.

[and it's true, Nimah might not be able to admire the hickeys, but they sure will feel them for a while to come. among the fact that others will definitely see it. still, the words earn an undignified snort from Nimah, despite the faint breathiness in the aftermath. help.] Maybe they have different preferred terms... mm. Cute, pretty, beautiful... I'm sure there are plenty of others I've forgotten. Mostly insults.

[insults they are plainly pleased to have earned. Wriothesley's hand moves and they tilt their head a little to give him more space, still keeping pace with his other on their dicks.]

Nnh... are you saying I shouldn't? It's intoxicating and—haah—new... and my nose is sharp on a normal day. [fingers graze down scarred skin, coming to rest on his chest, tapping lightly. all the same, they manage to nuzzle in with their mouth close to his ear.] I'm a kitten, remember? It ought to be enough to drive me crazy and accept most anything, no?

[it... actually kind of is though. they put a lot of light whimsy on it, but there's an undertone there that suggests just how much it's doing for them to be half-pinned under it. between that and the hair pulling, they are feeling quite docile, just barely there enough to be a brat.]

Oh, you're the kind of guy who does things based on feelings, huh? [He does love hearing the sounds the other makes. It's really quite delectable. He sinks his teeth into the meat of Nimah's shoulder, nails digging into the other. Not enough to break skin, though he has to be careful with his canines, but it'll definitely leave a mark.]

I don't know about that. Cute is a very specific subset of descriptors. I would take adorable too though. You're quite adorable.

[His strokes slowly quicken in speed, breathy little moans escaping his lips as he shamelessly brings both of them pleasure. A slight arch of his back.] I'll be honest. I really don't know what you're smelling and how it affects you. [Wriothesley only used enough shampoo to wash his hair. It wasn't anywhere close for him to get affected by it himself.]

A shame though. Maybe I shouldn't have spoiled you so much. I thought you've be a more active participant with you being so touchy at the beginning.

You could say that— [Their voice hitches with the bite, a shudder running down their spine as nails dig into the other side. Rude, really rude.]

Haaah... haha, adorable is a new one. What descriptors would that imply?

[though, there's a faint pause there, their clever(?) little quip set back behind this words. Ah.] mm, it was partly a joke. A game to play.

[more though, there's a moment of quiet after Wriothesley speaks. in spite of the pleasant haze of it all, of their still wandering hands and entrapped hips still pressed into each thrust (slowing then, nearly to a stop despite the increased pace of his hand), the barest touch of cool slips through their tone when they speak again.]

... if you find it displeasing, then you're welcome to actually tell me what you want from me. I wasn't aware that movement and touch were inactivity.

[outside of his words, they haven't really been able to glean too much for reactions, and they don't recall him saying he'd like any one thing. He'd pressed them down, in fact, continued on the same path of assertion after their admission about their hair—maybe, they suppose, it would be easier if they could see. But to be told they're being less active when they don't think they have been... it does sit unpleasantly in the air. ]

[Wriothesley pauses at that. He can tell that he had upset the other. That maybe he had poked a little too hard.

More so, he realizes that it isn’t probably Nimah’s fault at all. The more gentle and unhurried touches isn’t bad. He was just impatient. He was too used to hurried, rough sex where the two of them would just try to quickly reach their climax as passionately as possible then move on.

It isn’t even like he doesn’t know how to take it slow. He adapts to his partner, but that wasn’t what people had wanted. Not with him.

He smiles apologetically. Nimah might not be able to see it but he can probably hear it.] You didn’t do anything wrong.

[He shifts a little to make himself more comfortable.] Sorry. I’m more used to something more aggressive and hurried. This isn’t bad. [Perhaps someone else would be more embarrassed to be put on the spot like that and potentially ruining the mood, but Wriothesley was a guy who could admit faults or to relent that he might be the problem.

Mostly, he would hate the other think they were bad when it wasn’t the case.]

[Nimah is old enough to speak up when something ruffles them, when it feels like it matters. too old not to, they think... but at least they're still willing to listen.

it's funny, they think. the miscommunication had broken down just so abruptly, and they should probably consider why. the implication of inaction is... well, they don't want to think about it, and it doesn't matter here. quiet heartbeats pass, and they put no expectation out there for what Wriothesley will do.]

... I know I didn't.

[it's not as sharply spoken, a soft exhale of a sigh as eyes close. maybe those are bothering them too, even in the dim light of the communal bathrooms. they can't see shapes, but the light still exists.]

You're forgiven. And— [callused fingers draw up over Wriothesley's skin, resting briefly on his cheek, a laugh on his lips.] now you know there is a reason I ask.

[weight shifting under him, their thumb strokes his cheek briefly. it still isn't a perfect return, as perhaps it couldn't be, but they're quite good at just going back to how they were. discomfort? who's that, fam?]

Anyway... to the value of what's enjoyable, then? You were telling me why I was adorable. And leaving marks. Although...

[they don't think that was unclear either, given how loud they tend to be, but—fair's fair enough, isn't it? and this time, they lead him down a little, enough to press their mouths together.

if slow and indulgent is fine, then of course they're going to lean into it.]

[He immediately leans into Nimah's touch, his shoulders relaxing a little. Well, it's nice that Nimah seems to roll with the punches well.] I don't like answering questions. [This is said mostly in jest, but not completely wrong. It is mostly joking though.

Wriothesley chuckles a little.] What? You don't think a guy your size becoming putty in my hand isn't adorable? Surely you must realize how charming and sweet that is.

[Something something gap moe-

A pleasant sigh is swallowed by Nimah as Wriothesley sighs into the kiss. He digs his nails lightly into the other's shoulders. Slow and indulgent is definitely fine if Nimah was going to kiss him with such a slow and passionate kiss like this. Nimah might be weak to such fond and indulgent touches, but Wriothesley was honestly not much better about it.]

[cheeky. it helps them to settle back in, a little at a time. they can do cheeky. a huff of laughter escapes them, aware of the joking tone at least.] Well, a little communication goes a long way. Now you know.

[that question pulls a crooked smile to their lips, truly amused. as old as they are, they've heard plenty of arguments on the subject of their looks...]

I think it's surprising. I'm not any bigger than you, am I? [they are fully aware that they're not small, but also having no perspective for what is "normal" for sighted people's attractions is... well, it's a thing.] But since you think so... perhaps I'll give you a little more of that. I like it... mm. When someone can tell I'm not so one-note.

["perhaps," they say, like they haven't already fallen into his touches. like it's not easy to drop them right out of aggression.

but his mouth is more important, now. Nimah is slow but fervid, tongue sliding out to lap at his lips, to beg entrance. warm fingers return to their wandering, tracing firmly over scar and muscle alike. one pauses over his chest, rough-skinned thumb flicking against a nipple as their hips rock upward, testing the space between them again.]

I thought people were into the tall and mysterious types. [A little bit of joking. Wriothesley doesn't quite fit that bill. He's pretty friendly enough. He just also keeps a lot of cards close to his chest.]

We are not small people, monsieur. [He laughs a little at that.] As far as average goes, we're on the taller side and all. Our appearance just isn't what most would think cute at first glance. [Wriothesley reaches out and gently presses his finger against Nimah's nose. He actually boops the man on the nose.] I think you're rather cute though.

[He would have willingly parted his lips without any hesitation, but he can't help but moan into Nimah's mouth as he arches his back at the feel of a calloused thumb teasing one of his nipples mixed with the feeling of their cocks slide together. Nails dig lightly into Nimah's shoulders as he tries to keep himself grounded.] Ah, be careful. I'm sensitive there.

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It depends on the decade, I find... but you're plenty mysterious even when I can figure out what you like, I think.

[they have zero concept of the idea of gap moe, but they do at least have a concept of their height, living in Japan for as long as they have. but it pleases them to hear him say it, which is really why they persisted. probably.

... they do make a faintly indignant little noise when Wriothesley boops their nose, though. cute.]

I can tell I won't change your mind on the matter... so I can accept being called cute, for now.

[ah, but that's a little surprising. he's more sensitive there than they would have expected, even considering their own circumstance... nails dig into shoulders and they exhale a contented groan of their own.]

You know... that really doesn't make me want to stop... [lips press to his again, abandoning the idea of too deep a kiss for now (truly, they really are too spontaneous sometimes) in favour of testing this newfound little factor. fingers shift to pinch and twist that nipple with slow, deliberate pressure, just the barest graze of nails joining the fun. not enough to get him going too hard (probably), but definitely enough to ramp up the anticipation a little higher.] I may not be aggressive, but if you're going to hand me payback on a silver platter... I'm not a saint.

[Wow, if you make a noise like that, he'll just want to boop you on the nose again. The other really was very cute.]

For now? [He laughs.] And what might make you charge your mind? Will I get in trouble for calling you cute if you decide it's no longer acceptable?

[This time he moans into the kiss, his hips rocking a little as he rubs their lengths together, spurred by the hands on his chest. Nimah can probably feel the way Wriothesley's cock twitches from the stimulation. The needy sounds that spill from the boxer's lips as they're swallowed by the other.] Payback... I've done nothing to warrant payback, monsieur. [Playing innocent.]

How enjoyable it would be for it to not be acceptable. [It's such an easy answer, given with a soft chuckle. Of course there are legitimate answers, but that's not really what they're doing here, is it?] There is a good chance I'd have to consider... you might enjoy it too much otherwise.

[they're not so far off, in that. Whatever feels fun, nothing made too serious. Honestly, Nimah isn't even sure their normal proclivities and instincts are that far off. At least that question will answer itself over time.]

No clue at all, mm? Well, it's up to you whether you retaliate later or not, then. [Their mouths meet again, and this time with teeth nipping at his bottom lip. They're not as sharp as the warden's, but they do the job nicely enough. There's some effort there, to keep their senses properly in action—the rock of them both together, both in slightly awkward action against the movement of his hand, as pleasure continues to mount. By now they can't keep from shuddering pleasantly, getting closer to that edge as they are.]

You make it sound like I'm a glutton for punishment! [Wriothesley just laughs though. Maybe he does like to push buttons a little bit and see what happens in return.

Of course, they're all calculated risks. Wriothesley is no fool.

...Sometimes.]

Cluele-ahh [A shiver as his moan is swallowed by Nimah's lips. He parts his lips immediately to deepen their kiss, tongue entwining. His hand wraps around both their cocks to roughly stroke them together. He wants this and he was sure the other did too.

He grins against the kiss.] Perish the thought. All I need is to see how you'll look once you reach your limit. A gorgeous man like you...

Haha, is that how it sounds? Perhaps I just see a little of myself in you.

[it's a bold claim to make, a weakness most might not want to give—but you know, he's already pulled a lot out of them, so it seems silly to be coy about anything else, maybe.

besides, he's not so far off from them, judging by his reactions. tongues twine, hot and wet, pulling back only to breathe and only just enough.]

Mmn... how I look, and that's all... such restraint may yet rival my own. And such—nngh—flattery, besides... [granted, this is one meeting, one moment.

he won't have to wait too much longer though, as rough fingers shift impatiently, finding a warm home around the rough curve of his hip, his shoulder. eyes close, focusing in on every sensation between them, and they lean into each stroke, grinding cocks together. it's a sweet expression, even in the dim light of the baths, a touch of pink to their cheeks that all cut through the determined focus they keep so carefully.]

I don't think that's possible for you. [A teasing little joke because he obviously knows what the other means, but he can't help but point it out all the same. A bit of humour and all.

He only gives the other moments to catch their breath before his mouth is back on those lips and his tongue wanting to taste more. Greedy. He's being a little greedy and as long as Nimah doesn't stop him, he'll certainly keep taking what he wants.]

Mm, you're being quite wordy. I just think you look good and I think you will look even better when you're at the peak of your pleasure. You can call it flattery, but I am merely being h-ahhnest...

[The rock of his hips and his hand around their two cocks are becoming more and more erratic with their movements. An arch of his back because he doesn't want to drop his head down. He wants to watch the other's face as they get lost in their pleasure.] You look good...

[oh no. by the grin that pulls from Nimah's lips, Wriothesley has found their weakness: stupid jokes about their sight.

and really, they'd respond but it's better just responding to the press of his mouth, willing if not completely complacent. there's always something daring about it, echoed with the huff of laughter when Wriothesley speaks again.]

I'm always... nngh... quite wordy, if I'm not stopped. [at least, like this...] Flattery can be—honest too... haah, fuck...

[it's such a comfortable sensation, aching as pleasure mounts. they can only imagine how he's positioned, the way his back arches by the weight of him moving over their hips, and it's delicious in its own.] I'm glad you, think s—oh, fuck—

[it's both abrupt and not, the way they arch and jolt, drawing in close as their features tense and furrow in the wake of it.]

[Hah. He really liked that, did he? It just means that Wriothesley will have to sprinkle more of those type of comments in when there's an opportunity. Wriothesley is definitely an opportunist when he wants to be.]

Well, that's fine. I like hearing your voice, so talk away. [The way that the other is struggling to get their thoughts out properly is delightful to say the least.] That is, ah if you can...

[He keeps one arm around Nimah's neck, hand tangled in their hair as a means to keep himself seated on the other's lap. His hand around their erections is roughly stroking them. He's also desperate to reach completion just as much as he's desperate to see the other come undone.] Won't you show me, sweetheart?

[that's all well and good, really. Nimah likes opportunists, and the idea of their relationship leaning on that whimsy is hardly unpleasant.]

You're certainly not... making it easy... [it's obvious that's something he likes, anyway, so they hardly try to fight through making it clearer.

moreover, he's got a good grip on them, pleasantly demanding even before the grasp on their hair. really, what an interesting guy.] Since you've asked so—nngh!—nicely, darling...

[it has nothing to do with that, of course. they could hold out a little longer if they wanted to, and they haven't wanted to this entire time. fingers dig into his back as their orgasm hits, a final rock of hips into his hand alongside a sharp, pleasured moan. it's bound to be a mess like this... ah well. if they minded that, they probably would have stopped him.]

You don't want me to be easy, right? [A breathless laughter. It's not like Wriothesley is one to talk. He prides himself in his stamina to keep going, but he can feel that wonderful heat coil in the pit of his stomach with every passing second.

He ignores his own pleasure though to appreciate the man he was seated upon. The sting of nails in his skin as he soaks in the sounds and sigh of the other as they ride through their orgasm. How wonderful. He doesn't care about the other's seed that splatters onto their exposed stomachs nor how it flows over his hand as he strokes the other until every drop of their spend is wrung out of their cock.

And instead of continue to stroke himself, he can't help but raise that hand to his lips. He makes it a point to be extra noisy as he licks and swallow Nimah's seed. The wet pop as he licks each finger clean and the smack of lips. Shameless.] Mm, thanks for the meal. [What a little shit.]

I wouldn't dare to... tell you to be any... nngh... specific way. [a hum, warm and close.] But I'm not complaining...

[It's as much as they can get out, really, before they're working through every sensation in the wake of their orgasm. Even as it dies down, the last of their spend trailing down to their belly as he pulls back, they feel the lingering, heady warmth pulling them into lazy indulgence.

The sound of him licking his fingers clean is loud in their ears, hopelessly lewd. And his voice earns yet another laugh, fingers slowly easing they grip and pulling back away.]

How could I refuse... when you asked so nicely? Haha.

Oh? How openminded of you. What a sweetheart.

[Wriothesley is more than content, even if he hasn't climaxed. There was just something so enjoyable watching someone roll through their orgasm and that bliss mindlessness that follows. He gets to enjoy every moment of that as Nimah slowly comes down from their high.]

So I could get whatever I wanted if I ask nice enough? That's dangerous. [A chuckle.]

Mm, you think so? I would have expected it to take more effort than that to be considered so sweet.

[their voice settles back into place first, and it's a slow, rolling process thereafter. in some measure, Nimah is aware of the other man's situation, but if it's nothing he's worrying about, they're not liable to rush on that. they'll get there when they get there.]

I do enjoy a little danger... though of course I have my limits. Defining what "nicely" is at any given time would be no fun though, I think. [terrible.]

I find that society easily likes to fit people into boxes. I don't think it takes that much for someone to be considered sweet though.

[Wriothesley is appreciating the pretty picture that Nimah had made for him.]

Oh, so leave a guy guessing huh? Well, I do love a bit of danger myself and I enjoy a bit of fun. I'll just have to test my luck everytime then.

Is that so? I suppose that never changes, no matter how the years pass.

[there's a wry sort of understanding there, and a sense that they're rather more comfortable like this. society... well, it's been a long time. they can deal with it when need be.]

Precisely. It makes the next encounter more enticing, don't you think?

It makes it easier to people, I suppose. To make sense of things by making them fit into these preconceived notions.

[Isn't this subject a little deep for just giving a guy a handjob? Honestly, he probably has had some weirder topics. Prison is exciting that way.]

You are enticing enough, monsieur. No need to keep me on my toes.

Yes, that does sound very human of them.

[it's not that big a deal, is it? at least, Nimah is fairly used to getting into philosophical conversations with people during or after sex... that's probably just them, though.]

Come now, it's for my benefit too. Or do you not like mystery, Wriothesley?

[it's still not great on their tongue, after so many years of speaking Japanese pretty much exclusively... but it's better than the first attempt, if still more of a rolled and accented Raitsuri. what a mouthful.]

Maybe I’m a boring guy who doesn’t like to be surprised. Immediate gratification and what have you.

[He isn’t even trying to make a believable argument. Based on his actions down to chasing Nimah’s climax and not his own, he has basically done the opposite of what he’s saying right now.]

Maybe I’m amiable to it if the mystery is in my favor.

If that's the case, you may have chosen the wrong partner.

[It's enough to earn a near snort of laughter, fully aware of the hypocrisy of what he says versus what he's done. Fingers trail over his chest, digging in only briefly against the swell of it in a warm tease, moving down toward his hips.]

If the mystery is in your favor... that's up to your own ability, isn't it? What's fun for you is rarely not also fun for your partner, after all.

Ah, what a shame.

[This conversation is really quite silly.

He groans though as he arches his back as those fingers wander over his body. The obvious intent in those touches.]

Ah, well, I find a lot of things fun. I think it works out in my favor by finding a lot of things fun.

[Continued from here.]

[Wriothesley seems to be completely taken by the watch. He isn't a scholarly type by any means, but his penchant for tinkering has him at least enamored by the new item. He can ignore the whole being abducted to some resort to get lost in a hedonistic life of debauchery because these watches are rather impressive to him.

Scott mentioning he hasn't heard of Fontaine does pull his attention way from the watches.]

No? Teyvat doesn't ring a bell at all? [That made this...much more interesting. It isn't as though the news of there being different worlds was new to him. With Teyvat's history and the existence of the Traveler, he knew there to be other worlds. It's still very different to be talking to someone that seems that far removed from his world.

It also really solidifies that wherever here was, it wasn't Teyvat.]

Well, everything is pointing in that direction. You don't want to get abducted and play a game where you have sex with at least 52 people? [Wriothesley is...probably more okay about this supposed game they'd be playing more than he should.]

Not at all. I'm assuming places like the United States or even North America are unfamiliar to you?

[Maybe he would've been more surprised by the idea of other planets and aliens and everything if he literally didn't just deal with them and lost his girlfriend because of them. Well, she became a cosmic space force, but still, that's rough buddy etc. At least Wriothesley is far better in comparison. Not trying to kill him automatically sort of puts him on the top of the list.

He has high standards, obviously.

But honestly, the other man's continual calm is something Scott can appreciate about him. Even when they read about Game 52 and everything, he's sort of just accepting it. Either he's an easygoing guy or he's been through a lot of crap himself. Maybe a little bit of both. He's not complaining, it's far easier to think when he doesn't have to worry about someone else panicking next to him. Granted, he was the one that panicked first between them, but moving on from that...]

Can't say that was on my bucket list, no. [He remarks just a little dryly, a hint of it reaching his voice. Scott leans back against the headrest, his shaded eyes focusing on the ceiling for a moment, although he continues to speak.] You're not bothered at all?

United States. North America. [He says it slowly, the words sounds just as foreign on his tongue as it feels for him to say it.] I've never heard of those places before.

[He runs a hand through his disheveled hair. It's messier from sleep than it usually is, the tufts of hair sticking out, reminding one of dog ears.]

Oh. Well, that's a shame. [It's a little teasing.]

I wouldn't say I'm not completely unbothered. [Of course he is bothered by a few things. Being abducted is definitely not something he wants to have had happened. Basically being forced into some strange scenario without little input. That being said, he has gone through worse things. Unfortunately.] It's just not the worst thing to happen, I think. It could certainly be worse.

[Unless he's from a completely isolated area on Earth, Scott's willing to put more stock in the 'different worlds' explanation. Okay, so, summing up everything he knows so far, he and an unknown amount of people have been brought to this sex casino in order to participate in a sex game, and these people can be from different worlds. Location of the Golden Peacock is still unknown however.

Scott swallows a little, hearing the tease coming from the other man, finding himself folding in some ways. But come on, Summers, shouldn't you try a bit harder to get to the bottom of this before jumping into bed with the first guy you see? He's never been the 'do what my captors' want type of person. Not to mention, you've never been with a guy before-- you've never been with anyone that isn't the name Jean Grey.]

At least we weren't anal probed without our consent.

[Scott agrees with a small huff. Isn't that what alien kidnappings are supposed to be like? Okay, that's a little hinging on fiction, but honestly, is this too much different than that? Guess they at least have a choice of bed partners?? Scott doesn't think he'd be very turned on by a little green alien shoving something up his asshole--]

For what it's worth, you are um, pretty nice waking up next to.

[God he's so rusty in flirting, but he smiles a little, at least in acknowledgement of Wriothesley's appearance and demeanor. He's been nice and Scott finds himself enjoying his company despite everything going on.]

Is anal probing really the worst thing you can think of? [Sorry, but UFOs and abductions from UFOs and the supposed assumption that they'll anal probe their captives is completely lost to him. He has no idea what the man is referencing, so he has to take their words at face value.

Excuse you sir, but men can enjoy themselves with a bit of anal!!!

Enough of that though, he barks out a laugh at the other trying to flirt with him.] Yeah? I'll give you a six out of ten for the effort.

[A hand sneakily slinks around before he grabs the other by the back of his neck. Their faces are now only inches apart that they can feel hot breath on their faces from each other. He gives the other a lazy grin.] Other than the rocky start, I think I can agree. It's a pleasure to have made your acquaintance.

[He lets go.]

You got something worse in mind? Would love to hear it.

[More dry commentary from Scott, but maybe arguing about the specifics of what's worse to wake up to isn't something to really continue. Not as the other man teases him for his poor flirtation attempt, the laugh perhaps unexpectedly driving a slight embarrassed flush rather than any actual anger. It probably helps that Wriothesley's warm hand is around the back of his neck and distracting him, the simple close contact enough to pull a light shudder out of him as he looks at the other man that's only inches away from him.]

Yeah, a pleasure.

[He's genuinely missed being close to another person. He's not really used to being alone. Scott's focus turns to the other man's mouth, and he can find his own parting even though a small voice in the back of his mind is telling him that he's trash--

But Wriothesley suddenly lets go, and he pulls back a little, his mouth closing as he tries to clear his voice and get his feelings back under control. Scott isn't sure what to do with the fact that he feels disappointed, but the moment's gone though, right?]

We should start investigating.

Is that what you really want to hear right now? You didn't handle waking up next to a stranger too well. [Are you a glutton for punishment or something? Wriothesley doesn't answer with other supposed options though. There's no reason to. They were already in a precarious situation after all.

He's watching Scott carefully, even if his whole body seems relaxed. He notes the slight shudder to the flush of their face.

Wriothesley smiles and he leans in to give the other a quick, chaste kiss before moving to finally get out of bed.] You make yourself a little obvious. Don't look so disappointed next time. [A laugh as he walks around the room, letting his hands glide over furniture and knocking at the walls with the back of his knuckles.]

You can always just ask next time, besides.

[The kiss is over before he barely even gets to register it.

It takes Scott a few moments longer to get up from the bed, still distracted by that brief contact, and how it felt so nice, not to mention that his first kiss with another guy only lasted a couple of seconds. His fingers trail to his lips briefly as that stupid longing beats in his chest, before he immediately pushes it down. Get a grip, Scott, seriously. You're acting like a goddamn teenager or something.

He doesn't quite return the light ribbing this time, just nodding a little with a more neutral expression again, before focusing his attention back at the gift basket. Even if the shirts are pretty... immature, at least they're better than nothing?]

Want a shirt before we leave? Have a few choices, just depends on if you want to announce to everyone that you're a slut or got a big... dick.

[Maybe he'll just turn his shirt inside out, but that'll probably just make him look self-conscious. With a sigh, he tugs on the 'slut era' shirt because sure. Fine.]

[Scott...sweetie...

He wonders if maybe he teased the other a little too much. Did they not take the kiss that well? He'll try and be more mindful, he guesses.

Instead, he looks over the shirts that they were given. Well, the first one is just wrong so he'll skip that. The second one, he thinks is pretty amusing. The third one, he thinks would be funnier if he understood the context of the joke. And the fourth-]

Why does it say "In my slut era" multiple times? [Funny fantasy man has no idea what the meaning behind such a sentence would mean. Please explain.]

More emphasis, I guess. Make sure that no one misses the meaning here.

[Early 1990s man is doing his best too and that seems like the most logical explanation. It's not like he goes out of his way to use these more 'fun' fonts when making a presentation or whatnot. It's just sort of tacky, and somehow even worse printed on a shirt like this. Well, at least they're free and a little comfortable, so whatever.

He holds up dildo shirt up, and Scott looks ready like he's about to either offer it to Wriothesley or just toss it at him.]

Here, it matches your eyes.

[He's joking, even if it may be hard to tell given how flat his tone is. Color matching isn't his strongest suit for obvious reasons.]

[Okay, so Scott seems to not understand it about as much as he doesn't understand it. Well, it must be something just out of both their scopes. He can accept that.

He takes the short from the other with a nod of his head in thanks. For what it's worth, Wriothesley does not mention that none of these colors really match his eyes at all. He imagines that their eyewear makes it difficult to discern that and he doesn't think it polite to point it out.]

Thanks. [He doesn't slip it on though. Honestly, the shirt does not offer much in making him anymore decent to the public. A shirt is not going to hide his lower region.] They really just gave us shirts and said good enough.

[He can't help but laugh.] Do you think we're going to get arrested for indecent exposure or was the plan along to make sure all our assets were on display to facilitate this game they want us to play?

At this point, I'm surprised they even gave us a robe to wake up in.

[Since the whole point of their kidnapping is to have a bunch of raunchy sex it sounds like. The thought of it once more causes Scott to run a hand through his hair, because a part of him is slowly realizing that he may actually have to play by these rules at some point. Not that he really considers himself to be prude or anything, it's just... well, there's a lot going on.

Stuff that he doesn't want to talk about and he's sure that Wriothesley doesn't want to hear about. Yeah, sobbing about his dead girlfriend to the first guy he meets isn't a way to break in the mood. Even he knows that.]

Definitely the latter. [He manages, before smoothly getting up from the bed and inching his way to the door. Well, it's now or never, right? There seems to be some level of trust behind those sunglasses as he settles his eyes on him.] I imagine that we should expect others to be in similar states of undress. Ready?

[If they have to fight others out there for some reason, hopefully he doesn't flash him--]

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Well, if it's what it claims to be, then I imagine it needs to accommodate in someway. It sounds like this place is supposed to offer comfort, even if we're not really experiencing that at the moment. [Overbooking and all. Ignore the fact that they were somehow plucked away from their worlds with ease. That probably discomforted him more than anything else.

Wriothesley finds it a little odd, but maybe they just want them to dive right into it all. Still, they can't even participate in this game yet given they have no proper rank assignment. He guesses that by the time they're properly ranked, they will have settled.

Instead, he adjusts his robes to make himself as presentable as possible. It's just enough to make himself decent (though it would be relatively easy to flash anyone with even a stumble).] I would prefer a cup of tea before I have to socialize, but I feel I won't get that luxury. Let's go.

[With one last wry comment:]

I prefer coffee.

[Once he's sure that Wriothesley is ready, mostly gauging that by how the other man finishes adjusting his robes, Scott gives him a nod before gripping the handle to the door. Okay, time to do this... he's not sure what to fully expect on the other side, although it would be a huge mood whiplash if everything is in a state of ruin. Imagine that, get talked up to participate in a sex game, but it's just chaos out there. No sense dwelling on such thoughts, however, and he pushes the door open.

...

Luckily, it's just a normal hall of a hotel, with rooms centered apart from each other in a way that's almost boring. There's a rush of staff hurrying down the floor that shows that things are busy and Scott tries to grab their attention, and while most keep hurrying on, one of the employees stops to point them towards one of the supply closets. Apparently there's extra pillows, toiletries, and tracksuits there, which would somewhat solve the no pants thing.

He tilts his head back to Wriothesley, as if getting his feedback.]

Wouldn't hurt checking it out.

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[Scott’s answer is simply wrong, but that’s besides the point.

Wriothesley is, instead, watching the way the staff seem to be running around trying to keep everything from falling apart. The message was obviously not a lie given how frazzled the staff seem. He feels a little bad. Sure, they got brought here without seemingly agreeing or wanting to check in, but that isn’t the fault of the staff.

He takes in the surroundings and notes that it seems mostly mundane. Nothing they stands out.

The boxer looks back at Scott with a nod.] Sure, let’s go.

[What do you mean you don't prefer gas-station level coffee-- okay, even Scott has better taste than that.

At least the beginnings of a plan is starting to form. Check the supply closet, grab anything that looks even remotely helpful, and continue exploring this weird casino resort with Wriothesley. Even if the other man isn't an X-Man and he really doesn't know what he's capable of, Scott's planning on taking it upon himself to fight anyway, if such a situation arises. He has some doubts, given the nature of this place, but can't be too careful. They were kidnapped after all.

But with his agreement, Scott nods and walks towards the nearest supply closet, his hand pulling the door open to reveal a somewhat small walk-in closet. Definitely enough space for two people to at least be in together at once and as the staff mentioned, there's tracksuits and other supplies for them to take. The mutant steps inside without too much thought, heading straight for the tracksuits on the shelf and wanting to find the right size for them both.]

Large? [He has a few inches on Scott, although they have somewhat similar builds.]

[Part of him thinks that maybe two grown men should not enter such a small closet together. The other part of him, that wins, kind of shrugs and he just finds himself stepping inside.

He does kind of frown at the track suit.] The fashion here is really unsightly. [Given how the fashion is in Fontaine, it’s no surprise he light turn his nose up at what has been available to them for now.

It isn’t a thought that he gets to humour for long before the door behind him is suddenly slammed shut.

It jumpstarts his fight or flight as he turns around, fists raised almost immediately.]

Looks like an ugly shade of red to me.

[He quips, but he starts looking through the sizes of the tracksuits, ugly as they may be. Fashion isn't high on his priority list right now, although, it rarely is. Hard to really be into it when everything you see is a shade of red. It's not an excuse for his boring outfits what do you mean--

The slamming of the door immediately draws his attention, however, his hand reaching for his shades as he looks at the now shut exit. Well, great. He should've figured that something like this would happen, but he still blindly followed directions without really thinking about it. It's his fault for whatever may happen next and the mutant can feel some frustration building up, mostly at himself, before promptly asking what they want.

Which only garners a simple response from the other side: Kiss, kiss, kiss for seven minutes!

Scott stares at the closed door, his mouth slightly parted because. Seriously?? Are they in high school or what--]

...They're really tenacious.

[Wriothesley shakes the doorknob. He doesn’t expect it to be unlocked, but he might as well try. It would be foolish to not check and solidifies that they’ve been locked into the tiny space.

He sighs and let’s his shoulder relax. At least it didn’t feel like they were in danger persay…

Instead, he gives the other a sheepish grin and a chuckle.] Well, kissing isn’t so bad all things considered.

[...Well, this is a little awkward. Scott lets Wriothesley try the door for a few seconds, not finding himself surprised when it doesn't budge, not even an inch. This place is really trying to get them together-- at least for a kiss, which isn't something too extreme in the grand scheme of things. They shared a small one earlier just ten minutes ago, so it's fine.

As he recalls that simple little kiss, barely stopping himself from touching his lips again... yeah, maybe far from bad, honestly.]

I could try blowing the door open, but might be too risky. [He offers a small smile at him.] Just a kiss, right?

It would be more work for the staff. I don’t think we can really blame them for the predicament and I am loathe to give them more messes to clean up. They look like they’re being ran ragged already.

[Kissing for seven minutes is more harmless and he didn’t know if they might get in trouble if they did blow the door open.

Forget that the man apparently can.

Instead, he moves over to crowd Scott’s space. He smiles a bit playfully.] We’ll, it’s fine. We already kissed before. [He firmly grabs Scott’s chin between his thumb and index finger.]

...You have a point.

[Scott acknowledges, finding his respect for the other man increase. He's... truly quite considerate, isn't he? Thinking about the staff and how they're most likely just exhausted workers. They aren't henchmen of some villain, they really do seem rather normal. He still wants to see who is behind all this, but even he knows that won't come anytime soon.

Not to mention, they're still in this closet. And Wriothesley is right up next to him, not that this closet had much space to begin with.

His heart beats just a tad faster as he looks up at the taller man, and he doesn't mean to look so open, so easy, when he takes his chin between his fingers. The mutant's lips parts just slightly, letting out a small shuddering breath just from that mere contact. The regular guilt that's been plaguing the back of his mind makes one small protest before fading once more to the back of his mind.]

Wriothesley...

[A slight tilt of his head as the other breathes out his name. His smile widens.] Cat got your tongue?

[He teases the other gently as he leans in until their lips are only moments apart.] Don’t think too much and just enjoy it. [He presses his lips to kiss the other, the hand on Scott’s chin to move to cradle the back of the mutant’s head.]

Shut up.

[His cheeks fluster just lightly, not quite matching the colors of his shades, but any further protest or sass is immediately cut off, as they finally close that little remaining distance. A small groan breaks from the center of Scott's chest and there's something just a tad desperate, a bit clingy, as he firmly presses his mouth against the other. A passing thought goes through his head about closing his eyes, maybe imagining that he's kissing his dead girlfriend, but Scott keeps them firmly open, a hand trailing to the back of Wriothesley's hair to grip it almost tightly.

This isn't anything like kissing Jean, and that's probably a good thing. What they shared will always be important, and... and he's not going to think about that right now.

What did Wrio say before they kissed? Just enjoy it. That's great advice.]

[Wriothesley starts off almost chaste and sweet. It was probably keeping the other in mind to warm up to the kiss before he seems to push for more. He takes a few steps forward until he has Scott pressed against the wall and he's kissing the other a little more fervently. He runs fingers through the short hairs on the back of Scott's head with one hand and the other one firmly on the man's waist.

His gaze is half-lidded, almost as though making sure he can keep track of Scott's reactions as they go. Attentive.

He nips at the other's bottom lip before running his tongue over it. A silent request to deepen the kiss.]

[It's sweet, the kiss. If he's having his first kiss with a guy, his first real one, Scott's more than fine with this. Honestly lucky, even if there's some regret in his chest that he can't fully appreciate the other man's features through his red lens. But he doesn't think much more, easily stepping back until he's pressed against the wall, another light gasp breaking free. Feeling so enclosed, almost trapped, shouldn't be so hot, but... it is. Having another man's focus entirely on him is. Like he's really wanted.

His fingers entwine around the strands that his fingers grasped, feeling the soft texture, almost encouraging. Inviting for Wriothesley to continue. Despite the glasses, despite the stoicness he had earlier, Scott's more than expressive, his spine arching as he opens his mouth at the feel of his teeth against his lip, eager for this closeness and building heat between them. It's just a kiss, but it's contact and it feels so good.

Almost impatiently, he tugs a little at Wriothesley's head, because he doesn't want to stop. Even for a moment. Scott didn't know he could be like this, a little demanding and maybe a little whiny, but things to think about later. Or never. That sounds good.]

[He presses close to the other. The robe really does not do much to cover him at all, and Wriothesley was not a small man.

The impatient tug earns Scott a laugh that is swallowed by the kiss. He doesn't need to be told twice, and he takes his time exploring Scott's mouth with his tongue. He seems to lick everywhere that his tongue can reach before entwining his tongue with Scott's. Encourages the other to do as he pleased and take what they wanted in the kiss.

And he can't help but let the hand on Scott's waist wander. It sneaks under the shirt and rests on the man's abdomen. Mostly innocent touches and gauging the mutant's reactions before doing more.]

[He certainly appreciates the other man's refusal to put a shirt on earlier. Catching glimpses of those hardened muscles and now feeling them press against his own sends a spark down his spine, his pulse racing from feeling someone so strong against him. Someone so sturdy. Someone alive.

A noise of appreciation sounds from Scott, incomprehensible, but still full of want.

With his earlier hesitation completely evaporated, the remains of it tossed elsewhere, he eagerly presses his tongue against Wriothesley's, tasting him and desperately trying to commit it to memory. This may be a one time thing, but Scott can't stop himself entirely from feeling something still, because first kiss. And its better than he'd ever imagined, the rush of it all reddening his cheeks even further. He almost feels overwhelmed already, but he doesn't want to slow down, playfully swiping his tongue against the other man's before he starts exploring his mouth, tasting more of him and taking what he wants. And he wants him, at least right now, a realization that both twists his heart and makes Scott gasp in the depths of his mouth. He never thought he'd just kiss the first guy he met here, but...

No thinking, Summers. At least the other man's wandering hand helps, the warmth of his palm resting against the muscles of his abdomen doing wonders. Pebbles raise on his skin, visibly shivering from just that innocent touch. Not as innocently, he can feel the stirrings of his arousal, blood traveling south, and Scott bucks against him while thrusting his tongue deep into his mouth, asking for more.

Look he is wearing the 'I'm in my slut era' shirt--]

[The other is a far cry from how they were when they first met. From being suspicious and standoffish to being so wanting and desperate for more. He's more than happy to give the other as much as they want. To let them taste every part of his mouth.

The grip in Scott's hair tightens a bit. Not enough to hurt, but a firm, strong pressure there as he continues to kiss the other as though they were the very air one needed to keep themselves alive. Seven minutes is honestly a rather long time to be liplocked with someone, but hey, might as well take full advantage of every second of it.

Scott doesn't seem to stop him, so he takes that as allowance to keep touching. His hand wanders over their stomach and up their chest. Wriothesley's hands are scarred and calloused. It's not smooth after being worn from years of labor and fighting.]

[Scott will never admit it, but he's completely forgotten about the whole 'kiss for seven minutes' thing. He doesn't think he can be completely blamed, however, not when he's a little distracted taking in the other man's air, exploring the deep recesses of Wriothesley's mouth, with the only thing really left on his mind is how nice this feels, and how good it is to be touched again. He didn't realize how much he craved physical contact until now.

Scott just hopes he gives as good as he gets-- he wants to. He has to. It's not just about him and even if they don't know each other at all, he'd hate to leave the other man unsatisfied. As if drawing from that, his other hand slips under the other's robe and starts running down Wriothesley's chest, tracing his skin in a movement that's a little less frenzied than his kiss, appreciating the hard but lean muscle underneath his sensitive fingertips. Fuck, that's nice.

He only pulls his mouth back just to finally get some air, but he even struggles with that, a new thrill shooting through him as Wriothesley continues exploring his body. The touch is different from anything he's felt before, the callouses nearly rough against his mostly smooth skin, but it doesn't dampen his heat for the other man. Quite the opposite, as one flexible leg lifts up to wrap around the taller man's waist, the robe slipping back to reveal lean muscle and pale skin, tugging him just a bit closer to him. Luckily, the wall's there to help him keep balance, because all he cares is pulling Wriothesley as close to him as possible, his hand tightly gripping his hair.]

You're good, right?

[Which feels almost silly to ask now of all times, but Scott wants to be sure. Also, it's clear he's definitely forgotten that this is supposed to be just kissing but.]

[Wriothesley is nothing less, but an active participants. He moans into the kiss, more than happy to be noisy. If anyone comes by the closet, then it's unlikely they'll be bothered. The two of them are far from quiet.

Wriothesley arches his back, pressing his chest into Scott's touch. Encouraging for the other to touch him more.

His hand immediately grabs at at Scott's thigh, squeezing the meet there as Scott lifts their leg around him. It definitely isn't unwanted, but he had not expected the other to be so, well, desperate. It feels like a switch had been flipped. It makes him think that there's something in Scott's life that made him suddenly want the connection. It wouldn't be the first time he sees it, but he definitely won't bring it up. All he can do is make sure he can give the other what they want.]

Mm, does it seem like I'm not?

[He leans in a little to drags his tongue down Scott's neck. He guesses he should mention it because-] I didn't think you'd get so into our kiss. You're half hard. [As though to iterate, he grinds his hips against Scott's.]

[Hearing him only incentives Scott, knowing that he's responsible for such a loud noise, and he wants to create more of those sounds. Hear Wriotheseley pant and moan just as loudly as him. If his control is going to be ripped from him, he for sure wants to do the same. Pull him into this frenzy, even if he's the one that remains so wanton between them.

Scott continues to trail his fingers along Wriothesley's chest, never stopping for too long until he reaches one available nipple, his hand stilling at the sensitive point. Pressing against the nub with his thumb, just shy of being rough, before taking the flesh between dexterous fingers and gently pulling. It almost feels like he has the upper hand like this, even as the desperation continues to claw at him, but as Wriothesley settles his hand against his thigh, the muscle flexing underneath his hold, it slips away with another loud gasp, the heat in his crotch growing steadily. His want for him growing.]

Sorry for having manners--

[The retort's interrupted by a broken moan, his head eagerly tilting back to give the other man easier access to his neck and racing pulse. He had another comeback really, but it's lost as he grinds back against him, hips twitching at the feeling of his cock being rubbed against layers of robe. That needs to go away, like right now, his hand leaving Wriothesley's head to grab the loose knot keeping what little modesty he has, and almost yanking it open.]

And shut up. [And with more confidence than he actually has--] Planning on doing anything about it?

[How did kissing becoming this?? Oh, right, when Scott became horny from a fucking kiss. But if Wriothesley really wants to stop at any point, he'll be fine with it. This has gotten a little out of hand and while he wants to still stroke those hardened muscles, tease the other man while letting himself get taken apart by another, he's not going to push his needs.]

[He arches his back with a heady moan as the other bullies the nubs on his chest.] Ah, those are sensitive. [He feels his cock twitch with interest as the other feels up his chest. He didn't expect the other to be this forward, but it definitely was not unwanted.

He sucks a few marks on Scott's neck. Some hickeys for the other to remember him by for a few days. His robe easily slides off his shoulders and pools around him. It wasn't like it offered much coverage in the first place. Wriothesley was all muscles and scars. A body that has been trained well and had nothing to hide.]

Such confidence. [A wolfish grin. The man looked more like a predator who has definitely cornered his prey.] I can't leave you like this. It would be rude of me.

[Which is why he gently pats Scott's leg to get them to lower it as he takes a step or two back. It isn't that he's giving space because he's done, but because he starts lowering himself down to his knees in front of them.] I have manners too, you know. [Obviously throwing Scott's words back from earlier.]

[Sensitive, huh? Information to be stored away for later-- assuming there is a 'later.' Scott nearly bites his lip at the thought, knowing that he's treading some dangerous ground latching onto the first man that just so happened to wake up in the same bed as him. A man he knows really nothing about it. This is just a fuck, mutual attraction as they chase the building heat between them.

...He's still letting his own recent loss affect him, isn't he? Despite not 'thinking about it anymore.' He's a fucking disaster.

The hickeys are a nice distraction at least, the feeling of his lips latching onto his neck pulling more blatant gasps despite himself. A part of him wants to also bitch at Wriothesley for making those marks so available for others to see. But it's a little hard to find those words when the robe slips off, showing off his well-trained body, muscles that Scott's felt earlier and now for his eager eyes to take in. The scars are far from off putting, just remnants of stories that he knows nothing about, and Scott almost misses what Wriothesley says, so distracted by this obscene sight in front of him.]

H-huh? [Seeing that grin on him, his words evaporate in his throat for a moment, feeling like an animal trapped, some of that confident demeanor shuttering. This stupid asshole--] Well, good. Glad we're on the same page.

[But as his leg lowers, as Wriothelesly starts smoothly sliding to his knees, Scott's pulse races, the intent more than clear. He's never done this before, not with another man, but such admittance isn't something he wants to air out. Instead, he does his best to balance himself, his feet spreading, as a certain thrill builds in the base of his spine in anticipation. His own robe slips off his shoulders, piling on the ground, mostly revealing toned legs that feel like they're barely supporting him right now.

A noisy exhale leaves Scott as he looks down at the man that's leveling himself to his almost fully erect need, blood shamelessly pulsing there. Hips continue twitching, a tongue darting out to wet his lips, as he watches with baited breath to see what Wriothesley will do first.]

[Wriothesley has a devilish grin on his face as he looks up from where he's kneeling. Despite the boxer being on his knees with his face only centimeters from Scott's erection, who really was the one who had all the power right now? He blows some hot air against the sensitive member.]

It's just a physical reaction, after all. But, well, I don't think you want to be walking around with barely any clothes on and with an erection. I know we're being roped into a game where we need to fuck each other, but best not be so indecent. [He speaks so matter-of-factly, like he clearly need to help the man from certain public embarrassment.

He won't tease the other too much more with his words. Instead, he keeps his mouth busy finally offering the other a taste of pleasure. He mouths at Scott's balls before licking a stripe starting at the base of them and slowly running his tongue all the way up the length. He firmly grasps the cock in front of him in one hand as he presses kisses up the side and then at the tip.

He was practically worshipping Scott's cock without an ounce of shame in his actions.]

[His hips jerk feeling that warm breath against him, body not so subtly twitching forward as if asking Wriothesley for more, demanding more of his attention. The other man's so close to where he wants him and Scott barely stops himself from throwing the remaining scraps of his dignity away by begging him to continue.]

I could always jerk myself off. [He manages, already slightly out of breath, but fully hoping that his words don't actually change his mind. Scott for sure doesn't want Wriothesley to stop now, but the stupid stubborn part of him feels like he has to point that out. There's a second option, one that may lead to him being less compromised, less guilt-ridden and...

Thoughts fall away at the first press of Wriothesley's mouth against his balls, head tilted back as a loud moan, completely uninhibited, breaks from the base of his throat. There's absolutely no way no one heard that from outside, but Scott doesn't care right now, hands curling against the wall as that talented tongue trails up his cock, the slick fully appreciated and wanted against the heat of his pulsing erection. God, that feels so good-- Wriothesley feels so good.]

Wriothesley... ah! That's...

[He wanted to say more, but it's a little hard right now. Scott manages to pull his head back, suddenly wanting to see the other man, and watching down with flushed cheeks as he takes his wanton dick in hand, the rough callouses making him shiver. Everything feels so much again, seeing him kiss his fully erect cock, those lips he kissed earlier pressed against sensitive flesh.

It's almost filthy how much Wriothesley seems to enjoy it too. A bead of precum pushes past his tip just watching him, and Scott has to close his teeth around bitten lips to stop another loud groan. He doesn't want to beg him...]

Mm, Would you be satisfied with just that though? When you can get, hmm, a helping hand? [Or mouth. Don't worry though. Wriothesley wasn't going to blue ball the guy. That would be unnecessarily cruel and maybe he can feel that the other needs some attention in some way. He can't quite put his finger on what exactly, but he knows that the man might need this. It isn't shameful to need some physical intimacy and he didn't mind giving it.

He runs his tongue up the side before reaching the head.] Don't stiffen your sounds for me, sweetheart. I want to hear how good you're feeling. [He laps up that bit of precum before swirling his tongue over the head of Scott's cock before taking it into his mouth and sucking.

Wriothesley was playing Scott like a fiddle. And he was enjoying every moment of it.]

[No, he wouldn't be satisfied, but luckily, he didn't need to air out such an admittance. It was probably obvious anyway, with how his body's been reacting to Wriothesley's every touch. The thought of being so blatantly desperate burns his cheeks, but that feeling does nothing for making him want to actually stop.]

You really are obscene. [Scott huffs with those same bright cheeks, because what an asshole this guy is. Calling him sweetheart and everything... what if he doesn't make any sounds, huh!! A part of him wants to control all that somehow just to spite him, but he doesn't get far, a helpless little cry leaving his mouth as he runs his tongue against his wet tip. Then another noisy gasp, that has Wriothesley's name in it, as his mouth encloses around his head.

He's just giving him what he wants now.

Wet pants, soft but clearly audible, sound from Scott as he stares down at Wriothesley with hooded eyes. The sight of that cocky mouth around him, sucking him, drives him to such intense pleasure that he doesn't know how long he's going to last. It's been such a long time. He almost bites his lips again, but despite his earlier determination, he lets his mouth continue to air out how much he's enjoying the other's ministrations.]

Please, more... [His spine curves, nails scraping against the wall, as his hips snap into Wriothesley's warmth, although maybe a little too rough at first. The movement breaks through some of the pleasured haze clouding his mind, but his heart continues to race as he keeps himself partly buried in the other's mouth.] S-sorry about that.

[He can’t help but play with his food a little bit. Especially when Scott was acting so wanton and desperate. The other was so expressive and reactive. It truly was a delight.

His eyes crinkle in mirth when the other calls him obscene. Oh, he’s quite aware.

This was enjoyable for him too though. For all of Scott’s fluster, the fact that they’re enjoying themselves so much is a pleasurable heat in the pit of his stomach. Seeing the other get lost in the pleasure and ecstasy was enjoyable for himself too.

So when Scott begs for more and chases their own pleasure by thrusting into his mouth, all he can do is respond with a pleasured moan. His eyes flutter closed and he looks like he’s in utter bliss. The stretch of his lips and the friction in his throat made his cock twitch with interest.

Scott might be worried, but Wriothesley looked like he had enjoyed that quite a bit.]

F-fuck...!

[Scott shouts, his voice a higher pitch, feeling that vibration from Wriothesley's moan resonate against his engulfed cock. I-it's so much... every time he thinks he's at his limit, it's pushed more, and he finds himself completely helpless against his own pleasure. He's not if he can just entirely blame the fact that he hasn't been touched like this in a while, not with how dedicated and talented the mouth around him is.

His eyes narrow behind his shades, but they never fully close, wanting to fully take in the image of Wriothesley's stretched lips around his needy erection. See the other man's own pleasured expression just from sucking his cock... he didn't know someone could enjoy doing that so much, but it's intense. And extremely hot, his own attraction building.

Especially seeing Wriothesley's own cock take interest. His own tongue swiping past breathless lips at the sight.

More drops of precum leak from his tip and he thrusts against his mouth, breaths coming in and out in loud, unrhythmic pants. As long as he's fine with it... Scott's own hips sway and push his wet need into the warmth and heat of Wriothesley's mouth. He wonders if Wriothesley is willing or wanting to take him entirely in, until he's hitting the back of his throat, his lips meeting his pelvis, and another loose moan breaks from the center of his chest.

A hand pulls from the wall to bury in the other's hair, fingers lightly gripping the strands, gently guiding, but mostly as support for himself.]

You really feel good. [Should he even compliment a guy for sucking dick so well???? Too late. Not like there's many braincells left in Scott to say anything more articulate.]

[He laps up with whatever precum that leaks from Scott's cock, his throat closing in on the hard member just a little bit when he swallows. Wriothesley is more than fine with it. He moans and his eyes flutter closed as Scott starts thrusting in and out of his mouth. When he opens them again, they're slightly unfocused, hazy with pleasure as he happily lets the other use his mouth to chase their pleasure.

He is still an active participant. His tongue moves and rubs against the underside to give the other as much pleasure as possible.

Wriothesley has no shame that he's getting off on this. He wraps a hand around his own cock and starts to stroke himself to Scott's thrusts.

His eyes crinkle in mirth as he looks up at the other. As though to reward Scott for his compliment, he purrs around their erection.]

[His cock twitches as he's settled in his throat, jerking once more with lust against that heat, his own heart racing seeing himself completely enveloped by the other man. It feels like he can't escape, not until he gives himself entirely to Wriothesley, and having himself belong to another is honestly enticing. He knows somewhere that he should probably stop, at least with these thoughts, but he can't. Blame the tongue pressing against the sensitive underside of his cock, but Wriothesley can have all those blatant groans as they escape past kissed lips.

What was he said earlier? The way he described Wriothesley? Obscene. Right. It pushes through his mind once more when the other man takes his own cock in hand, stroking himself as he looks up at Scott with amusement. The visual sparks something in his chest, a want, a brief thought of how that length would feel in his hand, or his mouth or inside him. Those thoughts shouldn't drive him even hotter, but a wanton noise escapes him, images turning that makes Scott thrust almost roughly against the mouth swallowed tightly around him.

A heat builds at the base of his spine, feeling himself so close, not caring how loud and unrestrained his cries are as he chases his pleasure, focusing only on how much Wriothesley makes him feel. The continued vibrations surrounding his need. There's a blooming affection, one he can't stop, even though this is just a blowjob in the closet. Even though they just met. He's just the first man to really touch him... and after everything with Jean. Despite these thoughts, his erection doesn't fade, head tilting back once more as his hips continue to snap forward in an uncontrolled pace. Just shove feelings down and focus on what's happening, sounds great.]

H-hey, I-I'm going to... [He can't get the words out, but a small warning for the other man, in case he wants to pull back. Even though Scott's hand is clenched tightly around his hair, he's not forcing his head to remain.]

[Honestly, the other could be pretty rough with him and he would be able to handle it. If anything, it almost seems like he likes it (he does) with how he moans shamelessly as the other forces their cock down his throat. He grips himself firmly and roughly jerks himself off as the other uses his mouth for their pleasure.

It's hot. Hearing the other become so wanton and needy. Scott seems like someone who wants to hold tightly onto control. Maybe a leader type? He isn't quite sure, but seeing them like this makes it all the more attractive. It's why he moans around the hard length in his mouth as Scott comes closer and closer to their climax.

Instead of pulling back, Wriothesley swallows the other all the way to the hilt, his nose pressed against the hair there and cock down his throat. He feels his eyes water and it's hard to breath, but he wants it. To swallow every drop the other will give him.]

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[It doesn't quite click in Scott's mind why Wriothesley enjoys this much, maybe just a passing thought of this being the man's kink or something. Whatever reason, he's not going to question it, just glad that he is enjoying himself too. Hearing him moan, feeling it against his straining erection, nearly pushes him to the cusp. There's that heat building, travelling up his spine, and he thinks he can't get possibly more overwhelmed.

But instead of Wriothesley pulling away, he swallows him all the way down, and--]

W-Wriothesley!

[His vision nearly whites out, providing a different color from the normal red, as he comes inside the other's man with a strangled cry. Spine arching back as fingers tighten around the other's hair, just shy of being painful, Scott thrusts a couple more times into his mouth as he lets his climax wash over him, cock pulsing and giving everything that he has to Wriothesley.]

[Scott would probably be surprised by the answer. Sure, he just liked giving people blowjobs and he got off on being treated roughly, but a lot of his pleasure in this situation was derived from pleasuring Scott. He got aroused and got off on knowing that it was him who was able to make the other feel good and to hit their climax like they were.

His eyes flutter closed as the other rocks their hips through their orgasm. He feels the warmth of their seed go down his throat and he swallows every drop of it. He groans a little. The way the other yanks at his hair to the point that it stings mixed with the cock uncomfortably shoved down his throat and filling it with their cum felt amazing. He sucks on Scott's member, milking them for every drop, until the man is completely spent.]

You--

[Is the only word he manages when he feels Wriothesley's throat tighten around him, not backing out even a little as he swallows every drop and wringing out even more from his overly sensitive cock as he continues to suck, the motion drawing out a high-pitched whine that Scott can't stop. It's definitely too much now, his legs about to collapse, but at the same time, he still doesn't want it to stop, his hand keeping his head steady as the final few droplets emerge from his slit, balls completely empty.

It's been such a long time he had an orgasm like that, pulled from the very core of his being and his mind completely checked out. The buzz of passion and pleasure still tingle across his skin as he pants into the open air, his hips giving one final twitch before resting back against the wall. His heart's still beating quicker than normal and Scott doesn't have anything comprehensible to say, other than telling Wriothesley just how incredible that was.]

Shit, that was amazing.

[He finds himself uncharacteristically saying, but Scott doesn't care because it's the truth. Besides, his body is in complete agreement. He knows in the back of his mind that he probably looks like a complete heathen, sweat clinging to his hair as he tries to catch his breath still, wearing only that ridiculous shirt from earlier. However, his muscles don't feel like cooperating still, preferring to ride out the remnants of that incredible climax. They have a point.]

[He lets go of his own aching cock to bracket his arms around Scott's legs to keep the man steady and upright. The slight tightening of muscle as he asserts a firm grip on the other.

Once he feels Scott softening in his mouth, he pulls off the other with a wet pop. A lick of his lips to lap up any remaining cum.

He catches Scott's gaze and gives the other a grin. He absentmindedly runs a thumb over skin in a comforting motion. The other looked so good coming down from their orgasm. It makes his cock twitch and reminds him how hard he is.] Of course. Nothing but the best. [He means it.]

[He doesn't know what this feeling in his chest is, or maybe he does and just doesn't want to put any name to it, as he starts stroking the back of Wriothesley's head, his fingers combing through the strands in a gentle manner as he looks down at him with flushed cheeks and an expression that's almost bordering on something affectionate. Or maybe it's just that orgasm still talking, because his thighs are visibly shaking as he recovers from his high.]

Mm. [He wants to be mad at the other man's comment, but hard to argue when he wholeheartedly agrees. Scott doesn't think he'll ever forget how all this felt, or the sight of Wriothesley's lips wrapped around him, which may be slightly awkward when he talks to him in the future, but it was really incredible.

However, he sees the flushed erection of the other man, and the sight draws his attention, his gaze becoming a little hungry as his attention focuses there.]

Seems like you need some help there. [A twitch of a smile, now that he feels his control slowly return. He's not sure what Wriothesley wants in return, but he's willing to hear him out. It's not like Scott wants to leave him unfinished, especially not after the blowjob he just received.]

[Oh, that's surprisingly nice. He likes that. Scott can be pretty cute, can't they?

He lets out a breathless chuckle. Wriothesley's throat is damn shot. Everything he says really does come out somewhat hoarse.] Mm, are you offering? I could rub one out and be satisfied. I got a rather nice meal just now, after all. [He sure did just refer to swallowing all of Scott's cum as a meal. Or maybe he means the blowjob. It's probably both.

He does finally let his arms drop from holding Scott's legs. The other seems fine now that they're slowly coming down from their climax.]

[He can almost feel his cock twitch just hearing how shot the other man is, because that's way more attractive than it should be. Like proof that he sucked every bit of his seed from him, swallowing it down and letting nothing go to waste. Scott nearly flushes at his own thoughts, because damn, when did he become like this?]

Yeah, I'm offering. [Even though watching Wriothesley grip his own cock, moaning while stroking himself to completion, is an entirely enticing idea. Still, it would be kind of rude not to at least offer or try to do something for him.]

By the way, you talk too much. [Scott bites back, a pitch higher, because this man truly is vulgar--] But I can't just leave you alone like this.

[Keeping his hand on the back of Wriothesley's head, Scott slowly slides to his knees, the movement a little more difficult than usual because they still feel unstable, but he manages to lower himself until he's at the other man's level. Seeing those slightly swollen lips, Scott can't stop himself from leaning in for a kiss. Maybe a little reward for everything he's done.

Even though he can taste himself on Wriothesley's lips. A little moan breaks from his chest at the taste, even though he's acting depraved, and really, the idea only pushes Scott further to deepen their kiss. He's going to blame all of this on Wriothesley. Perfect plan, this is why he's the strategist of the X-Men.

While keeping his mouth close to the other's, he speaks.]

Just tell me what you want.

You don't want to make conversation? I'm a little hurt. [He doesn't seem to actually mind though. Instead, he watches as the other slowly sinks down to the floor and joins him.

A smile as the other leans in for a kiss; Wriothesley more than happy to oblige and kiss in return. He surged forward and gently pushes them backwards before climbing onto Scott's lap as they kiss. He straddles the other with thick, strong thighs and his hands reach up to rest on Scott's shoulders as they kiss, tongue entwining.

He laps at Scott's lips, a coy little smile.] Mm, what if I wanted to make you watch with me on your lap? Would you enjoy the show or would you be desperate to touch me back, I wonder?

[He croons a little.

Despite it being him chasing his own pleasure, he's still thinking about which Scott might enjoy more? Watching or being an active participant.]

You're insufferable.

[He snarks, but there's something amused, definitely playful edging his voice, before he's enveloped in their kiss. Scott eagerly explores Wriothesley's mouth once more, tongue soaking in his taste, because despite how mindblowing that orgasm was, he just... wants physical contact like this again. Maybe because of how intense it was, he's like this, tongue stroking the other's even as he's pushed back, heat rising when his steadier weight settles on top of him. Why is this so nice? To be pushed around just a little, have someone so sturdy and strong above him, thick thighs straddling his leaner ones?

His free hand trails down the other's strong body, muscles well-defined under his fingertips, before they reach his abdomen, fingers stroking the muscles there, but Scott doesn't yet touch anywhere else, not feeling like he's been given permission yet.]

Mmm, I bet that you would be the desperate one, wanting me to touch you. [Scott's smile turns into a small smirk, nearly challenging the other man. He can feel the heat coming from Wriothesley's crotch and while a part of him desperately wants to wrap his hand around his heated flesh, he doesn't want to submit so easily. Probably too late for that, but Scott's not keeping track anyway.]

Ouch.

[Honestly? He has no idea why Scott seems to get so easily riled up by him. He doesn't even think he says anything particularly heinous enough, but the man just seems to get their hackles raised when he talks. Well, it doesn't matter, he guesses. If Scott wants to talk about it at some point, they will.

Instead, he focuses on giving a good show for the other.]

Me? Desperate? I wasn't the one who became needy and wanton after making out. [He tilts his head with a bat of his eyelashes as he has one hand start at his chest and slowly trail down his body. He lets fingers brush passed nipples, making the boxer shudder, before gliding them passed Scott's hand on him and wrapping around his own cock to start stroking himself He lets out a moan as he rocks his hips a little.]

Keep your eyes on me, Scott.

[His cheeks fluster as Wriothesley points out how wanton he's been, how desperate he's ached for his touch and everything. It's not even something he can argue against, because it's true, and isn't that the source of how he's been behaving towards the other man? At first, able to keep a clear head, but the moment they started touching, their bodies rubbing together, their lips pressed against each other, Scott's just wanted more of him. And he shouldn't. At least, not so quickly. Isn't he making a mockery of his relationship with Jean?

He doesn't know what to do about it.

Although, he doesn't really have to think, thankfully, as Wriothesley starts trailing his own hand across his chest, fingers sliding past his sensitive nipples, and Scott's teeth bite down on his lip from how vulgar the sight is. He really doesn't need to be told to keep his eyes on him, his teeth releasing his lip to let his mouth part, watching attentively as that calloused hand grips his heated erection.

Scott withdraws his hand, and for a moment, it looks like he's about to disobey the other man and touch him, but he pulls back, keeping his eyes centered on how those fingers have wrapped around sensitive fresh. Scott will deny it forever later, but he almost seems to pout for not being allowed to touch him.]

I-I'm watching. [He swallows, and almost quietly, because he's just a little embarrassed.] Hard to have my eyes anywhere else but you. You... look incredible.

[Oh? Does Scott like this that much? He wonders if the other might get hard again if he staves off his own orgasm long enough to make them desperate. The idea was alluring.

He tosses his head back with a shameless moan, his thumb teasing the slit at the head of his cock and spreading precum for a smoother slide as he yanks at one of his nipples, the pleasure feeling like an electro-charge through his entire body. Shameless. Obscene. Vulgar. He'll be any of those words for Scott right now.]

Mm, A-Ah private show all for you... [He arches his back as he looks at the other with a half-lidded gaze.] Something for you to remember me by when you're alone in your bed.

[A tongue darts across wet lips as he watches the bead of precum push out of his slit, that same calloused hand spreading the wetness there as shameless noises continue to spill out from the other man. It's borderline pornographic, what he's seeing and hearing, and while his cock almost twinges in interest, there's still no way for him to get hard again, not so quickly. He feels nearly disappointed in himself, but he doesn't try to reach for his own spent cock, continuing to keep his eyes on him.

His fingers twitch by his side and it's clear that Scott is exuding a large amount of self-restraint trying not to touch the delicious sight in front of him. He wants his fingers to be wrapped around Wriothesley's girth, or his lips sucking down and tasting the other man, but he obediently keeps still, a flush to his face as he catches a glimpse of the half-lidded gaze Wriothesley is sending down at him.]

Do you like that thought? [He asks back, dirty talk coming less easily for Scott, but he's certainly trying, voice lowering a notch as he tries for a smirk. Hopefully he sounds better than he thinks, his heart beating as his eyes trail back to the man's leaking erection. Look, motivation!]

Me lying on my back with my hand wrapped around my cock, whining and jerking myself off as I only think of you?

[Borderline? He is literally jacking off in your lap, Scott.

Wriothesley smirks as he watches the other carefully, even in his lust-addled gaze. He knows exactly what he's doing to the other. Scott can feel every shift of muscle and rock of his hips as he continues to stroke and tease himself. He wonders if the other can actually keep themselves restrained or if they might actually snap.

The other losing control would be hot to see, honestly.]

Mm, what a good thought. Would you imagine this? Or would you remember my mouth on your cock? Perhaps you might think about what it might feel like to be filled by me. Or being inside me. I'm easy in that regard. [He's more than happy to supply Scott with plenty of things to imagine.]

[There's no way he can't touch Wriothesley in some way, his control snapping as his hand trails up to lightly press against one of his thighs, fingers spraying but not reaching towards the place that he really wants. He'll try to contend with this, feeling the other's heat, every subtle shift of his strength packed under those hard muscles, while watching him enthusiastically jerk his own arousal. It's hard, but he doesn't want to lose either.

His fingers slightly dig into the other's skin though, hearing such things be tossed back at him. Well, if he wants to say that--]

Mm, why limit myself to only one image? [His eyes almost glint behind his shades, Adam's apple bobbing as he stares up to meet his intense stare once more.] Maybe I'd wrap my hand tightly around myself, just imagining you surrounding me instead. Or I'd shove my fingers inside myself, wishing that it was you instead.

[He's open to both as well. With another swallow to shove down whatever anxiety he has, he inches his other hand down, past his still disappointingly limp cock and down, although, he can't reach further than that with his current position, but it's a hint of what he's willing to do, even if just to tease Wriothesley in return.] I'm easy too.

[He watches the with a hooded gaze and a lick of his lips as he continues to stroke himself, not at all holding back the moans and pleased sounds that fall from his lips. He had no reason to be quiet and he definitely was trying to entice the other.]

Mm, is that so? You didn't come off as someone with such a high libido, honestly. [Not that he thought the other was a prude or anything, but Scott just didn't come off as a guy who spent a lot of their time thinking about sex. To be fair, he wasn't either, but he also was someone who didn't balk at sex at all. You get really comfortable with a lot of things in prison, he guesses.

Still, Scott being so needy in his hands made him wonder if maybe Scott was just incredibly repressed or if they were always this sensitive.] Mm, you know we could make that latter come true right now.

[He wouldn't, honestly. Not in a closet and maybe because this feels more like just dirty talk to push things along and less so about actually going through it.] I promise that I'm a good lay throughout.

Maybe you just don't know me.

[Not that Wriothesley is far off the mark, because Scott usually doesn't have a high libido, not after Jean. However, he truly just wants more of the other man, in any way, because he's the first person he's touched since her death and he's incredibly attractive and attentive and with every shuddering moan and gasp that leaves the toned body above him, cock still toyed and stroked, that hunger only builds. It's almost unfair that he can't touch him now, but Wriothesley still hasn't said anything about it, so he does his best to lightly tease him with he got, fingers starting to rub the thigh his hand's pressed again, only mere centimeters away from Wriothesley's jerking hand.]

Yeah? Want to bury yourself in me? Make me scream your name to the point that everyone walking by this closet can hear me?

[While Scott has doubts that Wriothesley wants to fuck him, right here and now, he sees the dirty talk as it is, his grin almost sharpening, nearly challenging, hoping that his words will help drive the other man's need. Especially since he almost feels embarrassed saying this sort of thing out loud, but it's kind of fun. His mind can't help but wonder how that cock would feel inside him though, undoubtedly splitting him wide open and leaving him stretched in a way he hasn't been before. Would the other man just fuck him straight through? Only giving a moment's pause before rutting against him?

As if incentivized by his own thoughts, his fingers slightly tease his own testicles, pressing lightly against them with a light groan pouring out, staring down at himself with half-silted eyes. Yeah, guess he's fine with this, his fingers digging further into Wriothesley's thigh.]

It's true. To say I know you would be, ah, presumptuous of me.

[Though, Wriothesley thinks himself rather perceptive of other peoples' behaviors. A skill born from necessity. If he could have an accurate read on someone based on how they talk and their actions, then it would mean he can't be betrayed if he already knows them to be untrustworthy.

He tilts his head with a smirk. Well, Scott is being so good by resisting. It's cute. Endearing.] Mm, I'm pretty sure you were loud enough already that everyone who walked by this closet knew what we were up to. [ Scott, you were not particularly quiet when he gave you head, okay.]

But aren't you being such a good boy right now? Resisting to touch me even though I can tell you want to touch me so bad. [His strokes are becoming more erratic. His thighs are shaking as he gets closer and closer to his release.] You seem to be enjoying yourself plenty though. [A breathless chuckle that turns into sharp gasps.]

[It's still embarrassing to be reminded how loud he's already been, but the sharper edges of that shame dulls when he remembers Wriothesley's reaction. The smirk, even when he was the one on his knees, as he pulled every little sound and gasp from him, with Scott entirely helpless and mindless. Thinking about that, he doesn't care what kind of sounds other people hear, as long as he goes back into that engulfing headspace.

Why is he so easy--

His cheeks nearly match the red shade of his ruby quartz hearing the praise. It kind of pisses him off, nearly cementing how much he's like putty in his hands, but at the same time, Scott nearly shudders and isn't that a conflicting set of emotions? He wants to be a good boy for Wriothesley, while also shoving his hand away so that he can pull those same noises for himself. Make Wriothesley feel just as good as he made him feel. Oh, and pant and moan and scream like what he did to him.

He'll just play into it because he does want to be good--]

I'm your good boy. [Scott nods, head tilting back up to look at him, unseen pupils dilated as his hand digs into Wriothesley's shaking thigh into the point of pain. So, he's getting close too.] So good. For you.

[Tongue darting out to wet his lips, the mutant wraps his own hand around his scrotum before squeezing, hips jerking slightly at his own touch. He doesn't care if he's rough with himself, just wanting Wriothesley to watch and climax and feel his spend on him.]

Shouldn't I be rewarded by having you come all over me?

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[Oh? It seemed Scott really enjoyed that apparently. Who would have thought the other would have a bit of a praise kink. His grin widens a little at that. For what was supposed to be a make out in a storage closet, it quickly turned into something more heated.

Well, all he can hope that it's just a fun little escalation and that the man didn't certainly learn a lot about themselves today. That would be quite unfortunate.]

Yes, that's right. You've been nothing but wonderful. [He says with a purr as he continues to stroke himself. He feels heat coil in the pit of his stomach. Feels it tighten with every stroke as he moans shamelessly for Scott to enjoy.]

Is that what you want? [Oh, the other really is quite shameless. Wriothesley is delighted by it. The desperation and the want. He leans forward to kiss the other. It's a brief, passionate little thing where he swipes his tongue over Scott's lips before breaking the kiss.] Then it'll be what you get.

[He gives himself a few more rough strokes before he's arching his back, tossing his head back as he comes with Scott's name on his lips. His seed spills over his hand and over both their stomachs, rough hand erratically sliding up and down as he rides through his orgasm.]

[His hand squeezes even tighter around himself as he matches his moan, that praise sending a spark of heat through his body. He desperately wants to be hard again, stroke himself alongside Wriothesley, but he can't. At least the outpouring moans shamelessly leaving the other man more than makes up for it, seeing and now hearing how much he's enjoying pleasuring himself just for Scott. Just for his good boy--]

Don't make me repeat myself.

[If he can't touch him, he still wants something, proof of Wriothesley's desire and passion splattered across him. His frazzled mind almost wants to say marking him, but that's too much, even right now, even as he hungrily returns the other's kiss, teeth lightly closing around his lips as they part.

He doesn't look away for even a second as Wriothesley climaxes, eyes moving from the bending of his head, the arching of his back, those muscled abs that are now wet with his own come, to the hand still stroking his cock through his orgasm. Right now, he can't think of a more gorgeous sight. And it's all for him. Gently rubbing the thigh that's still gripped in his hand, almost in care, Scott lets him recover.

While also running his fingers through the seed that's lining his own stomach now, the slick staining his fingers before he promptly thrusts them in his mouth, lightly sucking.]

[He braces his free hand on the floor to keep himself upright as he pants. With his cock completely spent and softening, he takes a moment to catch his breath. Wriothesley looks completely sated. His eyes slightly unfocused and half-lidded with a layer of sweat giving his body a light sheen. His seed drips down his stomach and some of his bangs stick to his forehead.

It was good despite being stuck in a closet.

His eyes flick to Scott's face, mirth dancing in his eyes.] Insatiable are we? [He really brought a beast out of this man.]

I don't know about you, but I definitely fancy a shower now.

[He really looks good like this, once more upset that he can't fully appreciate his appearance through the red lens of his shades. But Scott continues to gently stroke the thigh in his hand as the heat lowers between them, stuck in a place that is past that clawing desire but before the guilt. It's really nice, letting himself feel affection for this man that he barely knows.]

Mm.

[A noncommittal answer to his comment, not that neither of them needed one. He pulls his fingers from his mouth, tongue swiping past any remnants, not flinching even once from the taste. Scott can't describe it and doesn't care to, a sated little smile on him as he leans up to kiss him before pulling back.]

Shower's good. [He pats the thigh his hand's been gripping and while he can feel some of that guilt creep into his heart, he still smiles up at him.] Don't forget to grab a tracksuit on the way out. It's why we came in here.

[He moves to get to his feet, stretching his arms over his head with a satisfied sound in the back of his throat. One can see the way his muscles flex and shift on his back before letting his arms drop back down.] That was good. Not what I was expecting waking up, but I'll take it.

[He considers himself a simple man with simple needs for the most part.

He turns and holds his hand out to the other.] I guess that's right. Wouldn't want to get stuck in here a second time. First time, shame on you. Second time, shame on me.

[Thanks for the after sex show, Wriothesley, Scott definitely appreciates it. The combination that he really slept with another man and that apparently it was good twists his feelings once more, torn between that rising guilt and pleasure, but he curls his hand into the other's and pulls himself up. No time to think about feelings, he'll handle all that by himself later on. It's what he's good at.

Focus on getting a track suit and a shower. Easy things. Tasks to complete even though he's still standing half naked against Wriothesley and letting his covered eyes do a last appreciative once over. Look, can you blame him.]

Mm, I can't use the same excuse twice to get you trapped with me, huh?

[He responds lightly before walking back to the shelf that held the track suits, grabbing a large size and tossing it over at Wriothesley's direction.]

[Is it truly what Scott is good at???

Wriothesley picks up his discarded robe after catching the track suit and uses it to wipe his stomach down so he's not at least walking through a hallway with cum on him. He slips the track suit on, but only wears it up to his waist, using the arms of it to tie around his waist. Honestly, like this, the track suit seems less gaudy. Or maybe Wriothesley's physique just saves it with the way it's being worn.]

Mm, if you ask nice enough I might be willing to turn a blind eye. Sometimes I forget certain things. Doesn't it happen to the best of us?

[A chuckle and he turns the doorknob and opens it. Well, looks like he definitely satisfied the ghost or whatever decided to lock them in.]

Let's go.

[Continued from here.]

It can't be helped. The skin there is sensitive. [He tries to keep his voice even. He's trying very hard to excuse it as just that and not because it's a huge turn on for him. It isn't a lie. He's just omitting very crucial information.

It's too bad that this is Neuvillette and hiding things from Neuvillette is near impossible. Damn if he's gonna try to though.

Wriothesley feels his knees buckle. He doesn't know if its from the sensation of nails dragged across his skin or the sting of the bite that has him making an embarrassing keen. It's probably both.] Hey...aren't you supposed to be completely new to all of this? [Isn't Neuvillette supposed to be bad at this??? Why is he getting swept off his feet?

A hand grips Neuvillette's hair firmly and he yanks a bit.] Neuvillette, if you keep this up, I won't be able to hold back. [He might as well be honest.]

[Neuvillette's pale pupils are betraying him, going wide at the noise he draws from Wriothesley, finding it absolutely fascinating that the man enjoys the feeling of his teeth on his skin. Before this experience, he would have assumed the feeling would be unwanted and uncomfortable for a human.]

I see... [He doesn't quite chuckle but he does make a soft, hum of a noise at Wriothesley's statement.] You're quite responsive. It makes deciding what to do much easier but I must admit, I am simply doing what feels appropriate.

[He inhales sharply at the tug to his hair, lips parted and throat exposed. He still doesn't understand how or why that should feel good but it excites him, he likes it.] Oh? And what would occur then? If you stopped holding back? [Is he goading him, inviting him to let go of his seld-control? ... Perhaps, he his.]

[His laugh comes out somewhat breathless.] I did tell you not to think too hard. [He is 1000% eating his words right now. He only has himself to blame. He was a fool. He thought that Neuvillette would be...more proper? No, he doesn't know what exactly he thought. Maybe he just assumed the other would reject him or simply have no interest in this.

Absolutely maddening, this man.

That exposed throat is too tempting and he trails kisses on it. He sucks on the skin to leave a few marks. It's too tempting for him not to and he is a weak, weak man.] If I stop holding back, we're going to fuck. [He'll just be blunt about it. If they don't stop, he's going to get hard and he's going to want to relieve it somehow.]

I didn't think the Chief Justice would be so willing to fuck in a storage closet with me, honestly speaking. [That entire sentence sounds insane to him.]

[A shudder of pleasure is audible in his exhale, the softest moan punctuating the breath. It does feel good, shockingly so. He'll be even more shocked later when he sees the marks that are left but for now he all but leans into his mouth, his fingers curling into his hair to tug him closer.

He makes a quiet, grumbled noise in the back of his throat at his wording.] Wriothesley, please. There's no need to be so vulgar. [His eyes narrow.]

If it feels as good as all of this, I'm surprised you're willing to hold back.

[He pauses, needing a moment to think and collect his thoughts.] This place seems built on intimacy. I believe it will be required sooner or later and... although I would prefer a more comfortable location, I would prefer a mate I'm familiar with.

Are we even... compatible? Is copulation a possibility? [They are both men after all, unless he's missed something very important about human anatomy, he doesn't understand what they would do or how.] Or are you speaking of stimulating one another? [They could obviously use their hands... or mouths. That would likely feel extraordinary. His curiosity is piqued.]

[Oh, the noises do a lot to encourage him. The idea that he would be the first to see Neuvillette like this and mark him up does a lot to encourage him even more. He grazes his teeth against pale, smooth skin. A smile lingers on his lips.

He laughs again.] What do you want me to say? I want to have sex with you? I'm just getting to the point. [He is not going to say something like fornicate. He rather get his mouth washed out with soap. This will surely not be the last time Neuvillette chides him for his mouth, so the other will just have to get used to Wriothesley's dirty mouth.

The words spoken to him do make him pause.] What? [He had always had his suspicions about Neuvillette, but the use of mate and their concern for compatibility...] Why wouldn't it be possible?

[He kind of uprights himself and tilts his head as he tries to figure out where the other was struggling to understand. After all, sex was sex. Anything was possible with enough preparation and what got someone off differed from person to person.] I mean, if you want me to suck your dick of jerk you off, I can. There's a lot of ways we can enjoy ourselves.

[His gasped groan is louder this time, dangerously close to a lewd, needy moan. This is quickly becoming a favorite of his, though if it all feels this good, he'll likely be adding a few more things to that list.

He levels Wriothesley with a glare of feigned disapproval.] 'Sex' is a marginally better word, yes. [He expects Wriothesley will continue to say what he wants, but Neuvillette will continue to chide him. Sometimes he wonders if he enjoys provoking him.

But as for their compatibility...] We're both men... Anatomically speaking, how would we- [He trails off but ends up huffing softly at the termination Wriothesley uses.] Wriothesley, please. [Chiding again already.

He almost looks flustered. Or as close to flustered as Neuvillette can look, gaze darting as he tries to consider their options but feels overwhelmed and uncertain.]

[In for a penny in for a pound. He sinks his teeth down at the junction between Neuvillette's shoulder and neck. It'll leave a mark, but doesn't break the skin. He soothes the bite with his tongue before leaning back to admire it.]

They're the same thing, Neuvillette. Does it matter that much? [Which just is his way as implying that he'll continue to say things as he has. Maybe if Neuvillette didn't make it fun to provoke him, he wouldn't.

Wriothesley blinks though. It takes him a moment to finally figure out that the man has no idea how two men have sex. He chuckles a little. It's mostly out of surprised.] Sex isn't just penetrative, you know. There's plenty of nonpenetrative ways for us to enjoy things and it would count as intercourse. If you mean penetrative though, it's anally. [He's really having this conversation with Fontaine's Chief Justice in a closet of all places. This is actually happening.

He feels like this is a fever dream. Out of everything that he has experienced for now, this is the most insane thing he feels like.] Didn't I tell you not to think too much of it?

That- yes, those are what I was referring to. We could... stimulate one another...

[He doesn't comment further on the notion of anal penetration. It doesn't seem like something that could feel very pleasant for the receiving partner but he also would have expected that being bitten would feel so good.

Don't think too much... But that's what he did, how he learned. And Wriothesley was giving him quite a lot to think about at present.

He guides Wriothesley closer, tilting his chin up so their lips meet again. He lets his eyes drift shut as he pulls Wriothesley into a fierce, heated kiss. When he eases back moments later it's to barely leave a space between them.]

Whatever you think would be best - I agree. But I found it easiest not to think too much while we're kissing, so I propose we continue that.

[Instead of resuming the kiss, he uses his hold on Wriothesley's hair to guide his mouth back down to his neck, tipping his head back.]

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[He can't help but laugh. Neuvillette is so old fashioned sometimes. What an unsexy way to say it.] No one says it that way, you know. Your sexy talk could do with improving.

[Wriothesley easily melts back into that kiss, his eyes fluttering closed as he moans into it. There is something about kissing the other that sets his whole body alight. Whatever thoughts he had into holding back had been discarded as some point in favor of just enjoying the moment.

And enjoying he definitely will do.]

If that's what you want, then your wish is my command. [Something possessive in him flares at the idea of leaving marks on Neuvillette's perfect skin. Neuvillette isn't his, but people might see the hickeys and bites he leaves. It's enough for him to sink his teeth down before lapping at it with his tongue. He pushes the robe away a bit so he can bite and suck at the meat of the other man's shoulder, intent on leaving plenty for the other to remember him by.]

[He makes a grumbling, disapproving noise in the back of his throat at Wriothesley's comment. He has to acknowledge that he's more than likely right. Yet one more thing he lacks and needs to improve when it comes to social interactions.

Surprisingly, kissing, this new skill he's just learned, seems far, far easier than the prospect of having to flirt.

He immediately relaxes into the kiss. Returning to this, he almost feels a sense of relief. He pulls Wriothesley closer, moaning softly against his lips. It feels as if his entire body lights up, humming with electricity, pleasure, as Wriothesley's lips trail down his skin. He twists his hand in Wriothesley's hair as the bite edges from pleasurable to sharply painful, drawing a growl of warning from Neuvillette. But the way his tongue feels dragging across the aggravated skin is too good to stay irritated at the bite.

Wriothesly pushes the robe from one of his shoulders, but at this point, it's obviously just in the way. He easily tugs on the tie struggling to hold his robe closed and shrugs it off, letting it fall to the ground. Not that there had been much left that was still covered, except the obvious, his peculiar anatomy now on full display and half hard from the bites and kissing alone.]

[The growl does nothing but egg him on, his cock twitching from the sound of it. It would definitely be a noise that he'll remember for nights alone. Neuvillette's growl is not the only sound as Wriothesley groans in delight at the sting of his scalp.

With the robe gone, he's crowding the other's space again, hand wandering down to feel the other up as he leaves more kisses and bites. He pauses though when his hand blindly grasps to stroke the other and finally glances down.

A sharp intake of breath.] Oh.

[His nails dig into Wriothesley's shoulder as his other hand grabs ahold of him to keep himself upright at the jolt of pleasure that being touched by someone else provided. He hadn't thought to warn Wriothesley that his anatomy strayed slightly from a human's. His hemipenis split vertically, both shaped similar to a human's but distinctly different - smooth, lacking as distinct glans, and, most notably, blue in tone, a similar blue as his 'horns'.

He uses Wriothesley's momentary distraction, pushing against him, hand slipping from his shoulder down to tug on the tie of his robe in return until he notices he's gone more still than he'd anticipated.]

You're surprised. [It's a statement, not a question, a blatant observation, but he voices it in case he's completely mistaken.] Should I have warned you? If you would prefer not to continue, I understand.

[Wriothesley's robe easily slides off his shoulders revealing scarred skin and a fit body. He was already half hard, and honestly speaking, seeing what he was working with was definitely a turn on and not a turn off. He's fucked. Ruined, honestly. He's going to be thinking about this man's body for days to come.

Neuvillette's words have him snapping his gaze back at their face and he can't help but grin.] Surprised, yes. Turned off? Absolutely not. I need these in my mouth. [As though to make sure the other knows he's still interested, he firmly grasp both and give them a few rough tugs.] You'll let me, won't you?

[Neuvillette is about to question what Wriothesley means by 'turned off', wanting to make sure he understands it, but his meaning is completely clear a moment later, feeling a strange mix of flattered, sheepish and excited at Wriothesley's apparent desire. Thankfully, Neuvillette isn't left to sort through his thoughts, everything is obliterated when Wriothesley wraps his hand around both of his cocks and strokes. He inhales raggedly before moaning deeply, pulling Wriothesley closer any way he can.]

Yes. [The word is hardly more than an exhale, neediness edging into his voice. Neuvillette looks down as well, reaching down to much more delicately run a finger along Wriothesley's shaft.] Will you allow me to do the same? [He finds himself wondering what Wriothesley will taste like and how he might be able to please him, what he might like.]

[Music to his ears. Every moan from the other just excites him. Encourages him to do more. He didn't think Neuvillette would be so responsive and willing, but now he knows that perhaps getting the man into bed isn't just some erotic fantasy he humours here and there.

Wriothesley presses their bodies together, grinding his hips against Neuvillette's with a pleased groan. He tries to wrap his hand around Neuvillette's cocks and his own to give a few strokes.

His pupils are blown wide when the other asks to also blow him.] How can I say no when you ask so sweetly. [This man would be the death of him, but he's going to try and push forward from that. Especially when he had such a desire to have his mouth on the other. He's immediately pressing kisses and bites on Neuvillette's body, but this time traveling lower and lower and sinking to his knees.]

[Most people likely wouldn't recognize the faint smile that plays across his features, curious and anticipatory. Neuvillette's own pupils dilate, resembling a cat that's spotted its prey.

He groans loudly as Wriothesley grinds their bodies together, doing his best to stroke them both at the same time. Wriothesley hand alone had already felt amazing but there's something so incredible about feeling Wriothesley's cock pressed against his own.

He runs his hands over Wriothesley's body, wanting to explore every inch of him. But then he's slipping lower. It doesn't stop him from tracing over Wriothesley's shoulders and chest, following scars and the curves of muscles. He finds himself wanting to go over all of him again but with his mouth and tongue, taking his time to memorize Wriothesley's body. Perhaps... perhaps they can do this again sometime...

His breath catches as Wriothesley sinks down in front of him and he feels a wave of heat coarse through his body, a completely foreign feeling. He runs his fingers through Wriothesley's hair, pushing it back so he can see his face clearly before it falls back into place.]

[There's something truly exhilarating staring up at the other from where he's kneeling. To see the imposing figure of Fontaine's Chief Justice looking down at him with so much lust. It makes his cock twitch with want.

His gaze from Neuvillette's face drops down to the two cocks in front of him and he feels his mouth water. It's a shame. He's pretty sure he can't fit both of them in his mouth and he feels rather saddened by that detail. Still, he gets to work because he would hate to keep the other waiting and he was feeling impatient himself. He runs his tongue up one of the undersides of Neuvillette's erections before pressing a chaste little kiss to the tip. He swirls his tongue over both heads, teasing the slits and lapping up any precome that might come out. Tasting the other was addicting.

Once he has lapped at the two lengths for a bit, he finally takes the head of one into his mouth and sucks lightly, stroking the other one with his hand as he swirls his tongue over the head; groaning happily.]

[Neuvillette seems to enjoy this position quite a lot as well, unlike Neuvillette, Wriothesley can likely feel the effect he's having on the Iudex. His fingers curl into the hair at the back of his head, drawing him gently closer. Now that they're here, like this, he feels almost impatient.

He groans loudly as Wriothesley runs his tongue along cock, his hold on his hair tightening though he isn't guiding his movements. It feels like he needs to hold on tightly like his legs might give out.

He resists the urge to press into Wriothesley's mouth, exhale shaky as he watches him with an intense stare. He twists his hand in Wriothesley's hair again, unable to withstand any more teasing.] Wriothesley. Please. [The words are growled, more of a demand than anything else. But it seems Wriothesley is mercifully ready to give him more just as he needed it.

He groans again, not shy about starting to thrust shallowly into Wriothesley's mouth, the wet heat too enticing for him to hold back.]

[He's honestly going wild feeling Neuvillette's fingers tangled into his hair. Knowing the strength that thrums in the Chief Justice only seems to excite him more. What the other could do...

He isn't thinking too much about the what-ifs though. Not when he had the man exactly where he wanted him. The pleading that sounds less like pleading and more like demanding has his cock twitching with want and it makes his stomach do flips. Seeing Neuvillette desire this, desire him, was such a turn on.

How can he not give the other what they wanted? If this was going to be Neuvillette's first blowjob, he better make sure to start a high standard. He teases the head of Neuvillette's cock with his tongue a little more before deciding to swallow the other down to the hilt in one go; a groan as he feels it hit the back of his throat.]

[Wriothesley earns a deep groan as he teases one cock before switching and swallowing the other down. He continues to follow his advice, sinking into instinct instead of trying to overthink this. It has his hips thrusting, watching with a piercing gaze each time he pushes past Wriothesley's stretched lips, the slick sheen of saliva starting to make his cock slick, slipping easier, further with each thrust.

His pupils visibly dilate, snapping wide as he watches Wriothesley hungry and heated.

His lips part as he starts to pant softly, thrusts slowing so he can tilt his head and watch as he runs his thumb along Wriothesley's lower lip. It's breathtaking how striking Wriothesley looks like this, how impossibly good he feels.]

[Hearing the other groan makes his entire body tingle and, oh, how he wants to hear more of it. Hearing Neuvillette like this and seeing them look at him with such a hungry stare. It was delightful to say the least.

He moans around the man's cock, enjoying the slick slide of the hard length pass through his lips as the other doesn't hesitate to take what they want.

He rubs his tongue against the underside of Neuvillette's length, drool dripping down his chin. He isn't afraid of getting a little messy and he isn't thinking about the mess he'll look like after when the pleasure he was getting felt so good. He can't help but reach down to grasp his own cock and start stroking himself to the speed of Neuvillette thrusting into his mouth.]

[With no objection, Neuvillette continues, letting instinct guide him, giving in to what his body craved. It's a foreign feeling. In the five hundred years he'd been in this body, he'd never taken a lover or given in to his baser instincts and now it feels as if he's thrown open the floodgates, the power of the water held behind them too much to ever close them again.

His pace quickens, unaware of any potential strain or discomfort he might be causing. If Wriothesley didn't like anything he was doing, he certainly wasn't showing it. Neuvillette knows he could be misreading the Duke's reactions, but they certainly seem enthusiastic, something that sends an entirely new wave of desire and heat coursing through him.

His hold on Wriothesley's hair tightens, drawing in a sharp breath at the skillful way his tongue moves against him, hot and wet and far too good.

A new, swelling feeling of intense, raw need unlike anything he's felt before is quickly crashing over everything. It makes it difficult to breathe in anything but sharp, panted breaths. The frantic, clawing feeling swells and builds before coming to an impossible crescendo as his hips thrust forward to bury deep in Wriothesley's mouth, pleasure rocking through his body with a moaned cry as he experiences his first climax as a human with another. His legs tremble and threaten to buckle as he takes a shaky half step back to lean heavily against the locked door behind him, breath equally as shaky and ragged as he looks down at Wriothesley with an unfocused look bordering on awe.]

[Even if there was discomfort, the pleasure he was feeling far outweighed it. He feels his eyes water as the other used his mouth as nothing more than an orifice for their pleasure. It was damn hot. The animalistic way that Neuvillette chased their pleasure was the most attractive thing he had ever seen

The sting of Neuvillette's grip in his hair and the large cock that's forced down his throat, almost making it impossible to breath made him delirious and lightheaded. If he were any farther along his arousal, he might have came just from hearing Neuvillette's voice crying out as they climax.

He doesn't though, but he stills his hand to focus on swallowing every drop of their seed. He makes sure not to waste a drop, a hazy and glassy-eyed expression as he looks up at the other with unfocused eyes. Wriothesley looked like a man in complete bliss, and he wasn't even the one who came.]

[Neuvillette pants softly, leaning heavily against the door for a moment as he catches his breath, gaze still piercing and heated as he looks down at Wriothesley. After a moment he shifts so he can card his fingers tenderly through Wriothesley's hair. He wets his lips unconsciously as his eyes trail down his body to his hand, pupils dilating ever so slightly upon realizing Wriothesley is touching himself.] That was exceptional...

I believe- [He pauses, his voice deeper and rougher than usual, making him stop to clear his throat.] I believe I should be more than capable of returning the favor... if you wish to accept it.

[He can't deny that he's curious to taste Wriothesley and keenly interested in seeing if he can pull a few moans from the man. Yes, he decides he absolutely wants to see that, to be the source of Wriothesley's pleasure.] To your feet. [He says, voice soft but firm as he offers him a hand to help him up.]

[Oh, that's nice. His eyes flutter closed for a moment and he sighs happily into Neuvillette's touch. The gentleness is a stark difference to the rough way Neuvillette had fucked his face. It felt good.]

Of course. I should only give you the best I can offer, should I not?[Wriothesley's voice is completely shot. Raspy and hoarse as he speaks. But, damn, if he isn't turned on at the idea of the other wanting to go down on him.] How can I say no?

[It doesn't matter if the other is inexperienced. He can teach the other. Just the thought of Neuvillette's mouth on him is arousing. He takes the hand held out to him, a slight stagger as he gets to his feet proper.]

[Neuvillette feels shaky as well but easily maintains his balance. He's eager to learn what kind of effect he can have on Wriothesley, and what noises he might drag from him.

Before anything else, however, he can't resist the urge to lean in and capture Wriothesley in a heated kiss, unable to keep from moaning deeply into it. It's with a mix of uncertainty and intense curiosity, that he trails his hands down to slip Wriothesley's robe open so he can trace his fingers over his chest, pointed nails lightly grazing his skin.

He breaks the kiss, needing to catch his breath. He bows his head, lips brushing one of the jagged scars that runs down Wriothesley's neck. He tentatively traces a finger over one of his nipples inquisitively, tilting his head as he guides the robe out of the way, gaze flicking between Wriothesley's face, wanting to see his reaction, and his cock as he gently wraps his fingers around him and gives him an experimental stroke.] Is that enjoyable?

[He easily melts into the kiss, coaxing the other to deepen the kiss and entwine their tongues together.

Wriothesley can't stifle the cry as the other gives attention to the sensitive parts of his body. He lets the robe around slide off his shoulders and lets it fall to the floor, letting the other see him completely bare. Every part of him was now for Neuvillette to see with nothing impeding their view. Countless scars over a well-toned body; a shudder from the man at the feel of nails over sensitive skin.

His hands find Neuvillette's shoulders and digs his nails into the meat of them as he rocks his hips into those wonder fingers.] Shit. It all feels good. Don't stop.

[The scars are quite distracting, an endless expanse he wants to explore and memorize. Perhaps here, in this odd pocket dimension, they'll have time to do so. That is, if the Duke agrees. He's fairly confident they've far exceeded the requirements to exit the closet, but there's still a chance in his mind that the reason they've continued is out of necessity.

He eases from the kiss so he can trace one of the scars with his split tongue, following it lower before switching to another until he's gracefully sinking down onto his knees in front of Wriothesley. He, admittedly, hadn't been focused enough to pay close attention to what Wriothesley had done. Use his mouth. He knows that much.

Settling his hand at the base of his cock, he glances up to watch Wriothesley's reaction as he slowly drags his tongue along the underside of his shaft, base to tip, the split ends up his tongue curling up along the sides of the shaft slightly. Once he gets to his head, he experimentally wraps his lips around him, working him past his lips, still slow, still adjusting to the odd sensation.]

[Wriothesley had already forgotten about it all. He has long since stopped thinking about the requirements to get out of the closet. That they're in a closet. The only thing on his mind is Neuvillette and the pleasure building up in his body.

He braces his hands against the wall as his eyes slide shut as the other lavishes his body with attention. His scars had always been on the more sensitive side, so to feel that wet warmth of Neuvillette's tongue on his body has him shuddering with delight.

His moan is shameless as the other makes it to his cock.] H-Hah. Fuck. [Wasn't this unfair? Most people can't curl their tongue around a cock like this, and damn if it didn't feel good. He clenches his fists as he tries not to thrust into Neuvillette's mouth.] N-Neuvillette...

[He drinks in all of his reactions. Doubtless, Wriothesley's moans will be seared into his thoughts, the way his knuckles turn white as his hands curl into fists. He begins a steady, experimental rhythm that is likely aggravatingly slow, movements unhurried as he runs his tongue along every detail, every vein, tracing along the head of his cock and along the slit, deeply curious about how he tastes, salty and slightly bitter.

He groans appreciatively, still exploring, seemingly completely unhurried. He runs his hands flatly up Wriothesley's abdomen and sides from his hips, letting his fingers explore more of his body as he bobs his head slightly faster, pace steadily increasing.]

[He does appreciate the other practically worshipping his body with how much they lavish every part of him with attention, but the pace in which Neuvillette was going was slowly driving him insane.

Maybe he's just impatient, but he is more used to something hurried and he doesn't remember the last time wanted to take their time like this that he feels like he's being slowly pulled apart.

One of his hands drop to tangle in Neuvillette's hair. A gentle little tug.] Sweetheart...please...

[Like so many things Wriothesley has done, the fingers tangling into his hair, tugging slightly, feel far better than he could have ever imagined. He leans into the touch but freezes at the pet name. Sweetheart... That is... most unexpected. The pause is likely noticeable but momentary, though even as he begins to bob his head again slowly that pet name keeps playing in his mind.

He steadily increases his pace, wanting to draw out Wriothesley's moans, to feel the way his muscles tense under his fingers as he struggles to hold back and maintain control. There's something intoxicating about watching Wriothesley slowly succumb to pleasure, to get to see him raw and vulnerable.]

[If it were anyone else, they might not really notice. Wriothesley's senses are too sharp though. Even in the haze of lust, he notices the pause. A hoarse little chuckle.] Not into that? How about darling? [His tone is light and sweet. Teasing in nature, though giving room for the other to decide they don't enjoy the silly little endearments.

The moans fall from his lips like water. He makes no attempt to quiet himself nor to stop as his nails drag against Neuvillette's scalp. His hips stutter and he's trying to not just start thrusting into Neuvillette's mouth with reckless abandon. Not when the other is still so new to all this. The wet warmth is intoxicating though. Incredible.]

[He's heard little pet names like this before, terms of endearment used between... between lovers. Surely, Wriothesley doesn't mean it like that. But in what other context are such names used? He feels his heart pounding faster as he tries to piece this together.

Luckily, Wriothesley's loud moan draws him from his thoughts. He'd been going in circles and getting nowhere, still unsure as to what it means now that Wriothesley had called him that. The way Wriothesley drags his fingers through his hair pulls him away from his thoughts completely, making him moan around his cock. He can likely feel the vibration as he does his best to relax his throat in order to swallow him down further. That's what he had wanted, to bury himself in Wriothesley, now he only wanted to provide the same. It's difficult to keep his saliva from slipping down the sides of his mouth. But he'll be able to clean up later, his only thoughts are on pleasing Wriothesley.]

[He throws his head back with a groan, not being able to hold back the rocking of his hips into that wonderful warmth. His grip in Neuvillette's hair tightens as he slowly finds himself getting lost in that delicious pleasure.] Ah, yes! You feel so damn good.

[He looks back down, not wanting to tear his gaze away at the sight before him. Neuvillette on his knees with their mouth around their cock was incredible. How can he not be taken by such a sigh?] Fuck, you're damn hot like this.

[He moans, needing to swallow slightly to keep from choking as Wriothesley rocks his hips. He's gentle enough that he's able to adjust and take him. The tight hold on his hair feels unbelievably good. Once he's gotten used to Wriothesley's rhythm, he begins to bob his head again to meet his thrusts, driving him deeper until his nose is practically brushing his abdomen with each one.

And he can taste him, bitter and salty, but he hungrily wants more of him and eagerly tries to draw his orgasm out of him.]

[It all feels ridiculously good. It's the whole mix of it all. The delicious warmth around his hard length and the fact that he has his cock down Neuvillette's throat of all people. How can he not be pushed so close to climax? His nails dig into the other's scalp a little as he feels that wonderful pressure build up in the put of his stomach.

The pleasure he built up from sucking the other off and now getting serviced in return is pushing him to his limits.]

Ah, N-Neuvillette- I'm...

[Neuvillette hollows his cheeks, tongue winding around Wriothesley's cock. He can't be completely sure how that sentence is supposed to end but he has a good inkling as to what it is and he feels a warmth in the pit of his stomach in anticipation. He somehow leans closer, swallowing around the warden as he slides his hands up his thighs and over his abs with a muffled moan.]

Fuck. [Isn't it unfair that the man has a tongue as sinful as that? How often can he say he felt a tongue wind around his cock like that?

Wriothesley doesn't last much longer like that. A few more thrusts and Neuvillette's name coming out in a strangled cry as he finally spills his seed into the other's willing mouth. His hands tug at Neuvillette's hair as he curls around the other, body shaking as he climaxes.] N-Neuvillette!

[He groans softly as he's tugged forward, the groan dissolving into a low moan as he feels Wriothesley come. Despite expecting, and even encouraging, it, it's still overwhelming and he struggles to swallow, come dribbling from the corner of his mouth as he gazes up at Wriothesley and continues to bob his head slowly as if he wants every last drop.

Finally, he leans back, letting Wriothesley slip from between his lips slowly, his eyes never leaving his face. Tilting his head slightly, he leans into Wriothesley's hand and flicks his tongue over his cock, cleaning him completely.]

[It's impossibly hot to see the other like this. His cum dripping down their chin and them kneeling in front of him as they are. Amateur or not, it felt damn good to fuck Neuvillette's mouth like that. Their tongue also being sinfully good at sensation a normal tongue couldn't manage and obviously being very willing to try was good enough for Wriothesley to very much enjoy the money.

His knees are shaking and he definitely is keeping his weight on the wall as his fingers languidly card through Neuvillette's hair.] Neuvillette...

[He settles back, sitting back on his feet so he can look up at Wriothesley more easily, raising a hand to wipe his chin with a delicate swipe of his thumb before licking it clean as well.] I liked that. I dare say I almost liked seeing you pleasured more than coming to my own release.

[Moving with seeming effortless grace, he pushes up onto his feet, gaze locking in on Wriothesley's lips as the warden catches his breath.] I can see why humans engage in this activity often.

Fuck. [His voice is a little hoarse as he wheezes out a chuckle.] You can't just say things like that. You'll make me swoon.

[Really. He's just a bit weak for the man. He let's his head fall back, a quiet little thunk as he lets it hit the wall behind him.] I mean, there's a lot of good reasons why, yeah.

[He thinks for a moment and recalls-] Hey. You have two dicks right. If one climaxes, does the other too? Or do you have to get both of them to that point? [This is a very important question, okay. Should he have asked in a less blunt way or maybe with more finesse? Probably. But he only sucked one off, so what about the other one??? Maybe he should have paid better attention at the time, but he didn't in the moment.]

Oh? What about what I said makes you swoon? [He can't really help but reach out to trace a finger along the curve of Wriothesley's exposed neck, particularly enjoying the soft lump of his adam's apple and a developing bruise close to his collarbone. It's far too enticing, so he leans closer to gently mouth the bruise.]

I... 'dicks'... I have two penes, yes, and my orgasm affects them both at the same time, though stimulation does affect which produces semen. Otherwise, that would just be wasteful. [Obviously, Wriothesley had really wanted a biology lesson.]

No way. You'll just end up saying it more. [Wriothesley's heart is too weak for that. Even as he shudders under Neuvillette's touch.

Honestly, the silly biology lesson and everything is wanted. It can help him reorient his mind and he can slowly fall back into his usual self.] Right. Two dicks. [Sorry Neuvillette.] Alright. So if both got stimulated at the same time does that mean both would ejaculate?

[This is important. Maybe. For the future. If there's even a chance of a next time.]

Hmm... very well. [He'll be pouring over this conversation and hanging on every word to try to figure it out.]

If both were stimulated? [He echoes, giving himself some time to try to remember if he had any memories to draw on that was like the situation Wriothesley described.] I'm not sure. I don't believe I've ever done that. I would assume that both would ejaculate, yes.

[Don't analyze it too much, Neuvillette.

It sounds disappointing that Neuvillette hasn't experienced having both of them stimulated. He'll have to change that, honestly. Call it science or just call him thirsty, he doesn't care.

He gives the other a once over and...well anything is possible with enough lube. He licks his lips.] That's a shame that Fontaine's wonderful Cheif Justice hasn't gotten to enjoy coming from both. We'll have to change that sometime. [Call him thirsty.]

[Continued from here.]

[Wriothesley lets him. He looks at the other and bats his eyelashes playfully. Baizhu has no reason to worry about Wriothesley's comfort levels. He was, honestly, very easy. There wasn't a lot of things he won't do and a lot of his pleasure was derived from pleasing others.]

That would be news to me, monsieur. I find that I am not someone who was spoiled much. Perhaps you'll be the first.

[It's hard to say if the boxer was referring sexually or his whole life. Neither were wrong answers given his upbringing.] Are you always this sweet to your pets? They must be very lucky.

[ That gets a soft laugh out of him. ]

I’m sure my little “pet” would believe otherwise.

[ By Rex Lapis’ juicy tits, don’t make him think of Changsheng in here of all places… ]

But for the moment, you may call me “Baizhu.”

[ Wriothesley may or may not recognize the name, but the inert Vision dangling from his hip at least marks him as a man of Teyvat. ]

[Ah, so the man had a pet of some kind. A detail to tuck away.]

Baizhu. Well, despite the circumstances, it is nice to make your acquaintance. Wriothesley. [Baizhu's Vision is not lost to him. He wonders how the other managed to still have it. Maybe he was just unlucky with none of his stuff having shown up with him.

He tilts his head with a quirk of his lips.] I would have much rather meet in more familiar waters.

[ Oh, that name sure sounds easy to pronounce… ]

Heh, I can imagine.

[ What an agreeable sort. It’s certainly at odds with his looks, not to mention…

He finds himself sidling closer to Wriothesley, his heart beating faster and faster. He’s done this a fair few times by now, and has seen his share of naked bodies as a doctor, but this sort of thing is just…

He still isn’t quite so used to getting this close with people, on this level. He places a hand on Wriothesley’s chest, thinking about how they would’ve met under different circumstances—as doctor and patient, after this one’s gotten himself into a fight or something.

But would this really be the better encounter? ]

But I wonder what you mean…

[ He leans in for a kiss, murmuring softly— ]

By “familiar waters”?

Worst has happened, although I can't say I ever considered getting abducted to a place intent on wringing my cock dry in some hedonistic pleasure resort. [Honestly, it's kind of funny. Well, he thinks it's a little funny. Isn't it usually some do or die scenario where everything is bleak so the characters have to go through countless trials and tribulations???

An arm snakes around Baizhu's waist in the meantime to bring them closer.]

Why not make some educated guesses? I have no reason not to answer whether they're right or wrong. [He closes the remaining distance between their lips and kisses the other.

Wriothesley can sense a bit of trepidation, so he's more than content in crossing bridges to encourage the other to enjoy themselves.]

[ Intimacy and indulgence are their own kinds of hell, after all, so in a way this place makes a weird amount of sense. ]

Difficult—

[ He would’ve said something along the lines of disciplining his “pet,” before Wriothesley returns that kiss, cutting off a gasp from him—the heat of intimate contact, somehow, still manages to surprise him, Wriothesley’s arm a reassuring weight against his back.

And now he’s dragging his hands over Wriothesley’s shoulders to cling tight, his trepidation slowly melting away the longer they kiss, the tension in his body relaxing bit by bit, as, like a snake, he parts his lips and traces his tongue over Wriothesley’s lips, seeking more. ]

[Despite the firmness in his touches and the roughness of his calloused fingers, Wriothesley's touches were surprisingly gentle. Sweet. He moves at Baizhu's pace, always just aware enough of the other's comfort.

When the other silently asks for more, he's more than happy to oblige. He parts his lips and entwines his tongue in an open mouthed kiss.]

[ If he didn’t know any better, he’d think his new partner was Fontainian from the way he talked. But he can’t quite hold onto that thought with the way Wriothesley’s kissing him, with how increasingly distracted he is by how the other man tastes…

It’s almost enough to forget the leash still tying them together. But not, well… ]

We…

[ He breaks the kiss with a gasp, glancing behind him in this dimly lit room and pointedly trying to ignore the racks of toys he apparently needs to use on his “pet.” He doesn’t even know where to begin with those.

But one piece of furniture in the room is most certainly welcome— ]

The bed—

[Baizhu only really has enough to mention the thread before Wriothesley is kissing him again. He's lazy in the way that his tongue explores the wet, hot cavern of the other's mouth.

To his credit though, he didn't ignore the other. His arms wrap just underneath Baizhu's behind and he's easily lifting the other up and making his way over to the bed. He only breaks the kiss once they're at the foot of the bed and he can easily place the other down.] Just as you asked, monsieur.

[A wink as he grasps Baizhu's chin with his fingers to tilt their head up.] And what would my master want of me?

[ Baizhu might be a little too underweight for a grown man, but even so he can’t help a gasp and that odd thrill up his spine when Wriothesley picks him up so easily and deposits him onto the bed. ]

—?

[ Don’t mind him he’s just a little dazed at having been manhandled like this, though he recovers quickly enough to chuckle when Wriothesley slips back into character. ]

Ahem, but perhaps I’d like to see my little pet roll over for me…

[ Patting the bed meaningfully, come on now. ]

[Baizhu, he can probably throw you if he wanted to. What is this man eating? No, the better question is if this man is eating properly.]

Oh?

[Well, how can he say no? He flops onto the bed next them and even rolls around a few times for good measure. It's probably not sexy at all, but Wriothesley can't help but be just a little silly when he's given a literal order one might give to a real dog.

He does stop once he's pressed against Baizhu's side and looks up at them with a little grin.] Bark.

[ Wriothesley can throw practically anyone it doesn't count— ]

What a good boy.

[ He can't help but laugh, the carry and now the silly display having done their job in disarming him quite handily. All right, it's not as though he imagines this will go poorly after their initial conversation, but the humor goes a long way in charming him. ]

Then I suppose you deserve a little reward, don't you? How about…a belly rub?

[ The kind of clothing they sell here can be a mite tricky for someone not used to it, but Baizhu is nothing if not careful as he reaches down to help Wriothesley undress.

It's as good a chance as any to assess the state of his health as well. ]

[There's a sharp intake of breath and Wriothesley goes stock still as his mind seems to go wonderfully blank for a moment. Look, he had just been messing around to get the guy to laugh a little. It's not the sexiest thing in the world, but getting people into a good, happy mood does a lot to make both parties enjoy themselves.

He was not expecting the words good boy uttered at him. To be told he deserves a reward. Why, yes he has been a very good boy and deserves a reward. That's him alright.

He just needs a moment, alright? Even if his face flushes a little and maybe he's a little embarrassed how much of a turn on those words are.

Wriothesley clears his throat once he remembers that he should react.] That- That isn't necessary. The belly rub that is. [Look, he'll be good and even sit up to help get himself undressed. Maybe it's just to deflect his reaction moments before.]

[ Oho, he hadn't expected to fluster this tough-looking guy at all. It's adorable. ]

Why not? You seem like you'd enjoy it.

[ His touches are gentle but methodical, peeling back layers, helping him shrug off a sleeve or getting something unbuttoned. And the more layers he peels back, the more excited he's beginning to feel.

Almost everyone he meets eventually becomes his patients. This man is likely no exception. Baizhu knows he should keep things professional…

But there's something to be said about appreciating a well-honed body and all the delights it can imply. ]

[He huffs a little, trying to push passed the moment and ignore the want for more.]

Do I? I don't think I'm a belly rub kind of guy. [Maybe more of a hand in hair, scratches behind the ears type of person. He's not saying that out loud though. He has already embarrassed himself with how easy he was to rile up just now.

Wriothesley's physique is probably in its prime. Lean muscles from training. Broad shoulders into a tapered waist and strong thighs. He obviously does care about his body despite the numerous scars that litter his body. The man certainly wasn't lacking scars. The most prominent ones are the three on his throat, but there are plenty on his arms and on his torso now that the other has removed his clothes.

He tilts his head as he observes the other just as much as Baizhu seems to observe him.] Enjoying yourself?

Very much, in fact. It's the first time I'm exploring a body like this for the pleasure of it, after all.

[ And Wriothesley certainly doesn't look to be in need of medical attention, though Baizhu takes his time tracing the bigger scars anyway, trying to figure out what might have caused them in the first place— ]

Though I'm happy to report that you appear to be in the pink of health. There aren't any disruptions to your qi as far as I can see.

Did you think I wasn't in good health? I get check-ups frequently, monsieur.

[He does let the other take their time examining him and feeling him up. After all, he was supposed to be obedient anyways. He didn't see a need to rush things anyways.

Still, it's a little amusing that they seem to be so wrapped up in their profession that they still felt the need to give them an actual check-up.] Disruptions in my qi? I'm not familiar with the terminology.

[ Oh, he can already tell from just a look that Wriothesley won’t be needing his services anytime soon. But that’s not the real objective here, is it? ]

Oh, I suppose those outside of my profession would call it “life force.”

[ His finger follows the trail of one scar to Wriothesley’s chest, circling it around a nipple. ]

And I can sense here that your heart meridian is in flux, my my. Do you really enjoy playing the part of a dog? Ah, but even as I say that the flow of qi moves ever downward, filling you with great anticipation…

[ How much of all this babble is actual bullshit he’s spouting for shenanigans? Time for Wriothesley to find out. ]

I, ahh, see... [He arches his back with a a breathy moan.] Ahh, I'm sensitive there.

[Wriothesley doesn't shy from saying it. He didn't see a reason not to be honest. Besides, it's obvious in the way he reacts to such a gentle touch. He does, however, let out a breathless laugh at Baizhu's words.]

Are you sure you're not just spouting frivolous words? [They sound a little too farfetched for even him to play along. Though-] Perhaps you not so off the mark with the former though.

Of course. My assessments are generally very accurate.

[ Generally.

But hey, it's not as though Wriothesley's in any immediate danger, anyway. Baizhu's enjoying himself plenty already, for just having a specimen like this land onto his "examination table" of sorts.

But this isn't what they're here for. ]

But please, I'd love to see you wag your tail for me.

[ Excuse him while he reaches down to…assess the amount of qi clearly flowing downward by cupping Wriothesley between the legs. ]

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Hmm, a shame I don't have one to wag for you. You'll have to come see me another time. Maybe next time, I'll have one. [A playful little smile. Perhaps even a promise for another time.

Baizhu was easy on the eyes, and someone who was from Teyvat was someone to keep around, he thinks.

Wriothesley let's out a pleased groan as he arches his back. He's already half hard in his pants and it won't be too much longer before his pants will be too tight for comfort. For now though, he reacts sweetly for the other. While his reactions are mostly genuine, there is a little more flourish to them as though to encourage the other.] Mm, and do you have a proper assessment for down there? [His voice is purr-like.]

Why, yes. I believe I’ve found your tail, for a start.

[ Ah, but he won’t torment Wriothesley for long, as he’s already in the process of undoing those pants.

Would he have reacted differently had he known Wriothesley was a true blue Fontainian, and therefore given to spectacle? Does it matter? This is a thrill he’d been careful not to experience too often—pleasuring a patient, making someone under his examination writhe and moan, utterly helpless to his whims…

Of course a man built like Wriothesley can never truly be helpless, but hey, a man can dream, right? ]

And it’s quite the specimen. I certainly hope this “serpent” brings you luck in the coming year.

Mm, that kind of tail…

[Lucky for Baizhu that Wriothesley is probably the most unFontainian of the bunch. He doesn’t need spectacle or drama. He seems more than happy in their current situation with the way he arches his back to help shimmy his pants off with ease.]

You seem quite interested, so why don’t you get a closer look.

As expected, this area certainly is overflowing…

[ It seems Baizhu’s handling the spectacle well enough for the both of them, but a little roleplay never hurt anyone, right? Wriothesley can’t be the only one.

And he’s had to undress his fair share of patients by now. Doing it this way is somehow more…fun? Especially knowing that Wriothesley’s not sick or hurting or dying, just playing along with these silly games the resort forces them into.

So he indeed reaches out, with the practiced ease of a man who’s had to do this many, many times over as part of his day job, to grasp at Wriothesley’s member and feel it in his hand, watching Wriothesley’s expression all the while. And, half-murmuring to himself, he adds— ]

This is quite the fine specimen, indeed…

Hah… Don’t doctors say they have a magic touch? It seems it’s happening because of you. You’ll fix it for me, won’t you doctor?

[Wriothesley’s voice comes out playful and teasing. The man certainly is happy to play along and Baizhu seems to be enjoying himself too.

There’s a pleased groan as the other touches his hardened length; cock twitching and leaking a little precum.]

I’m here to spoil you, after all. I certainly shouldn’t be neglecting this.

[ He considers giving it a squeeze, before remembering the length of that leash still hanging between them.

Well, nothing for it, then. He begins winding the length of that cord about Wriothesley’s length, before giving it a light tug to cinch it tight— ]

So, how does my sweet little pup like to be pet?

[ It’s only a doctor’s duty to treat his patient in whichever way he’s most comfortable with, after all. ]

[The noise that manages to escape his throat is very similar to what one would call a whine. His cock twitches and he writhes a bit, unused to the texture of the leash around the sensitive skin of his erection.

Still he manages to lick his lips and look at the other with something akin to a grin.] Why don't you surprise me a little bit? This dog happens to be pretty happy with anything. You could say they're easy to please.

[Honestly, he doesn't care how or where, he just needs the other to just touch him. The want for skinship thrums under his skin.]

[ Even the strongest of men must humble themselves before their physicians, after all.

At least Baizhu isn’t tugging too hard—he’s keeping it just enough to be felt, just to make a point—because a lifetime of bandaging wounds and taking care of people’s embarrassing sex injuries has made him way better at this than he has any right to be. ]

You do seem like you can take a bit of pain…

[ Why does that sound so ominous— ]

Why not tell me where this came from, then?

[ Pointing toward the largest of Wriothesley’s scars. ]

Perhaps if I find the story interesting enough, I can indulge you further.

[ Is this him just secretly putting together Wriothesley’s medical history? You can prove nothing. ]

[Maybe ominous for some, but only exhilarating for him.]

I've been in a lot of fights through my years. [Pain was, well, something that was consistent for most of his life. There was something enjoyable about the physical ache after a good round. Round of what? Yes.

He gives the other a coy smile.] No. [It's said playfully, but there's something very firm in his refusal. He doesn't remember a lot of the exact stories of his scars. It was just natural to get them through the years.

The ones he did remember. Well, some of those stories are for him and him only.] It seems I really am a disobedient dog.

[He didn't mind enduring pain. Even humiliation was on the table. Still, there were certain things he refused to tell a complete stranger about. No matter how seemingly kind and pretty they are.]

What a pity.

[ He tugs at the leash a little to make his point. Ultimately he’s not out to hurt the guy, or make him spill his deep, dark secrets.

But this game isn’t over yet, after all. ]

I suppose I’ll have to punish you now. What a shame that the implements here aren’t quite suited to inflicting new scars upon you.

[He lets out a groan as he arches his back. The material doesn't feel great again his length. The friction is nice, but it doesn't feel great either. He knows its not supposed to either.

He lets out a huff. A defiant grin.]

Oh? I thought you were a doctor. Aren't you supposed to be healing wounds, not making new ones? Do you really have it in you to punish me? [Wriothesley is not above trying to incite the other. To push things farther.]

I wonder…do I?

[ He’s never really thought of it before. Oh, sure, he’s certainly made people suffer with his medical treatments, as anyone in Liyue who’s had to drink his infamously bitter medicines can attest to. But deliberately causing pain for the fun of it? There are some things even Changsheng’s power can’t heal… ]

I admit; it’s rather tempting to leave a mark on you. We wouldn’t want you to forget our next appointment, would we?

[ “Next”? ]

[Well, Baizhu. He can't really answer that. You'll have to look deep into your heart. Or you know, think with your dick. One of those will give the answer one seeks.

But Wriothesley reaches to grasp the other by the back of their neck and bring their faces closer.] Thinking about next time already, monsieur? Why, I'm right here and needing your assistance now. Surely you should focus on what's in front of you. [He lets go with a wolfish grin.]

I can take a little punishment, you know. You don't have to worry about lil' ol' me.

You’re right. I’m looking at quite a fine specimen, after all.

[ Is he talking about Wriothesley’s dick or Wriothesley in general?

Yes. ]

And I’ve been curious…

[ Keeping his eyes squarely on Wriothesley, he reaches up to a nearby rack to pull out a dildo. Thanks to his good friend Senku, he’s gotten a bit curious about the inner workings of these devices.

And now seems like a good time to test them out. ]

You really will make a guy blush like that. What a flatterer.

[Wriothesley watches the other with a careful gaze. Honestly, Baizhu is a lot different than he expected. He wouldn't say that he underestimated him and he knew better than to judge a book by its cover, but the man still manages to surprise him a little bit. They're interesting and his curiosity is piqued.]

Oh? Curious about what exactly? [A lick of his lips as his eyes dart to the item in hand before landing back on Baizhu's face.]

Just how well can you take punishment?

[ Certainly, if no mortal man seems to have been able to faze Wriothesley, perhaps they might turn to the wonders of technology instead? For effect, Baizhu gropes at the base of the dildo, and clicks on something to make the thing whirr to life.

…Goodness, but will you look at that? No human could ever be this energetic.

He gives a meaningful tug to the leash still wound up around Wriothesley’s dick, as he shuts the dildo off to lower it between Wriothesley’s legs. ]

Now, be a good boy and take your medicine. I’m sure it won’t be as bitter as you might think.

[There’s something thrilling about being punished, but-]

Hey. [He closes his legs. He’s smiling but his brows are furrowed a bit.] I like pain as much as the next guy, but you can’t just shove that in without any prep. You know that right?

[Wriothesley sits up. It might take away a bit from their scene, but he isn’t a fool to take something of that size without at least lube. He could forgo prep for the pain, but there were limits. If the other didn’t realize, then it would definitely be equally irresponsible for him to let them think that’s okay.] At least some lube or you might actually have to be my doctor after this. [He laughs a little at that.]

Of course, but you’re the one who needs to play fetch.

[ Please use your big strong arms to grab the nearest bottle of lube for him, that’s a good boy…

Although maybe Baizhu isn’t helping his case by looking like he would’ve enjoyed seeing Wriothesley take it in raw. He really wouldn’t allow it, but you know. Science has been thwarted for another day. ]

You're a much stricter owner than you seemed, monsiuer.

[He can't help but be more excited about being in this room with them. A promise for a good time.

He shudders a bit as he moves to reach over to the bedside drawer, back arching and his entire backside exposed to the other. He bites back a noise in his throat as he feels the leash rub against his erection. Wriothesley was desperate for more friction against it, but he tries to ignore it to find lube in the drawer. He'd be flabbergasted if the drawers weren't all ready for a hot and steamy night and he isn't disappointed as his hand finds a bottle and takes hold of it.]

Some pets just need a little extra discipline is all. I’m sure you understand.

[ Never mind that Baizhu is completely unaware of Wriothesley’s true identity.

But he takes that lube in hand after getting his eyeful of Wriothesley, and—Archons is he glad he’d arrived here with his glasses intact. Wriothesley’s just brimming with surprises, isn’t he?

His grip on the leash slackens as he pours out the lube between his fingers, before easing them between Wriothesley’s legs with practiced ease—because he’s still a doctor and he’s definitely seen some shit by now.

But at least he’s keeping it slow and gentle? That vibrator placed carefully to the side still looms ominously at them, however. ]

I think I'm very behaved.

[A quiet little snicker.

He is behaved though as much as he is shameless. Wriothesley spreads his legs for the other without any qualms this time. A lick of his lips as he makes eye contact with the other.

Look, he doesn't need slow and gentle, he just needed Baizhu to shove a decently sized vibrator into him dry. Even he knows that it would be stupid of him, no matter how horny he was feeling at the time.] Haven't I been good?

You’ve been very good.

[ He agrees, finally slipping his fingers free once he deems Wriothesley sufficiently loosened up down there, suppressing a twinge of his own need at the sight of a tall and muscular man, lying prone and vulnerable before him, completely at his mercy…

He swallows, feeling the telltale suit on the tip of his tongue as he reaches for that dildo and begins smearing its bumpy surface up with lube as well, the thing making rather distressingly loud, wet sounds no matter how carefully Baizhu applies that lube.

And with his focus on that he’s left the leash unattended, if not a little loosened up by now. ]

I’ve yet to meet a more agreeable test subject, as a matter of fact.

[He can't help but shiver when Baizhu tells him he has been very good. Damn, he's so fucking easy sometimes it's embarrassing.

The sounds only really excite him more than anything. He feels his cock twitch with want. A restlessness lingers under his skin as he waits for the other to finish prepping the object in hand and to finally use it. He licks his lips before giving Baizhu a devilish grin.

He uses his hands to spread his cheeks apart, shamelessly presenting himself to the other.] Why wouldn't I be when you're offering me such a tantalizing reward?

And I really shouldn’t keep you waiting, should I? Brace yourself, now…

[ With Wriothesley’s help he’ll carefully insert that thing in at last, watching for signs of discomfort as he fills Wriothesley up to the hilt, careful not to touch the button that activates it just yet.

And despite his genuine concern for Wriothesley he can’t help but look a touch predatory, anyway, his snake eyes drinking in each and every twitch and shudder of movement. He has to suppress the urge to lick his lips.

What a fine specimen indeed… ]

[Wriothesley arches his back with a moan that sounds far more pleasured than pained. There was definitely a sting of being filled with something so big so quickly, but the burn only seemed to arouse him more than anything. A flutter of eyelashes and his hands clench at the sheets on the bed as he rocks his hips to try and take the toy fully.]

Archons, yes. [It wasn't just the toy that felt good. The way Baizhu watched him was alluring in itself. A gaze like they wanted to eat him alive. It was damned attractive.]

Oh, I’m not so sure you should be praying to him just yet.

[ A man of Teyvat, then? The signs are definitely pointed in that direction. But given their conversation thus far, that would make him…Fontainian, then? If so, aren’t they already producing devices like these…?

With Wriothesley fully sheathed he positions himself between his legs, settling into a comfortable kneel on the soft mattress as his finger brushes past that little button at the base of the dildo, golden eyes alight with anticipation. ]

Are you ready?

[Hey, it's very different using a toy alone and having someone use a toy on you. Let him be.

But he's looking at the other with hungry eyes and impatience thrumming under his skin.] You don't have to even ask. I'm not that fragile that you can't be a little rough. [Baizhu definitely can. There's no need to be this thorough, even if he appreciate it. Wriothesley can take pain. Enjoy it even. He just wants more right now.]

Show me a good time.

Heh, some people have regretted telling me that before.

[ But Wriothesley looks like a big boy who can take his medicine no problem, so without further ado Baizhu clicks that thing on, the dildo immediately whirring to life inside of him.

And Baizhu? Baizhu lets his fingers travel upward, to unravel that leash clinging onto his dick and smearing it with the remaining lube on his hands. ]

I'm confident. [He knows himself well enough to enjoy it rough and knowing he has a high enough tolerance that it would take a bit for it to stop being good. He also was sure Baizhu knew better than to try and be as cruel and sadistic as possible for the sake of it. This was about having a good time.

Speaking of good time. He lets out a shaky groan, as he feels the toy in him start moving, sending shivers of pleasure up his spine. Coupled with the bit of friction on his neglected cock, it's a good amount of pleasure that goes through him.

A flutter of eyelashes as he writhes a little as his body grows accustomed to the vibrations.]

[ There’s something to be said about a man writhing in front of him, especially when he’s doing so with pleasure and not pain for once. Baizhu gazes down at him with as reassuring a smile as he can muster, one hand still on the rudder while the other strokes at Wriothesley’s inner thigh. ]

Mmn, so you are doing well. I’m impressed. However…

[ But that also means he should turn the setting up, right? Let him reach between Wriothesley’s legs to do just that—but since he’s also not terribly familiar with technology, he might end up dialing it up to a higher setting than intended— ]

[Oh that's-]

T-Too-!

[His hands fists the sheets tightly as he can't help the wanton moans and cries that slip from his lips as he feels the toy press against his prostate. Nothing he does seems to relieve the constant assault on his sweet spot. It feels so good. It's overwhelming. He wants it to stop. He wants more.

A shuddering breath as he tries to gather his thoughts and words.] A little sudden, don't you think? [A shaky laugh that devolves into a groan.]

[ Baizhu, unfortunately, might be more the sadist than Wriothesley gives him credit for, because he finds himself mesmerized at the sight of Wriothesley struggling to endure the higher setting, his eyes wide with surprise and interest alike, so it takes him a couple of seconds too long to quickly grab at a thigh to steady him and reach down to dial it back down— ]

Sorry.

[ An awkward cough. ]

I’m not really used to these things.

[ Even though this is why he’d been testing them out on Wriothesley to begin with… ]

[Oh, he can definitely tell that the other was enjoying themselves. The way that they stare at him is more than just surprise. There's something hungry in that stare and the way that they seem to not react right away to him being overwhelmed by the strength of the toy deep inside him.

He lets out an exhale, shudders wracking his body as the toy rubs against his inner walls.]

Mm, it's fine. If I have to tap out, I'd let you know. It was just a lot to take in. [It felt good. Overwhelmingly so.

A lick of his lips as he tilts his head to give the other a coy little smile.] You liked that though.

[ A chuckle. ]

Guilty as charged, I’m afraid. It’s nice to see a man who enjoys being tortured right in front of me.

[ Worst way to phrase that, but okay, Baizhu. ]

Mm, I wouldn't say I'm someone who enjoys being tortured.

[Wriothesley knows that he enjoys some pain. Know his masochistic tendencies. Still, tortured is kind of overdoing it, he thinks.] But I do enjoy, ah, being pushed in certain ways...

[He tries to let out a shaky exhale. His cock was leaking precum and, Archons, even on a lower setting, he can't ignore the large toy pressed against his prostate.] What will my master do next?

[ It’s fine; he did promise to be gentle— ]

Since you’re being such a good sport, I believe it’s time to reward you.

[ By…backing off the bed so he can start undoing his trousers—there’s a perfectly lubed cock over there, after all. It’d be a shame not to use it… ]

[What exactly entails as gentle to Baizhu though?]

Oh? This isn't my reward in the first place? [It's asked more as a ploy than him thinking the toy lodged in him was his actual reward. He's curious what the other will give him.

He watches the other with a curious gaze, shivers sometimes going up his spine when a particularly pleasurable wave rides up his spine.]

[ That’s what he’s trying to find out. ]

Oh? Are we being greedy now? Then again…

[ Now he’s slipped out of the rest of his clothing, to reveal a lanky physique that hadn’t been marred by yet too many bites from rambunctious lovers, before easing himself back onto the bed, straddling Wriothesley as Baizhu brushes a finger to his lips— ]

Where I come from, that sort of thing is celebrated.

[ And the he shuts his eyes, momentarily bracing himself before easing himself onto Wriothesley’s cock with a soft groan. ]

I only take what I'm graciously given.

[Don't bite the hand that feeds you, right? Not that Wriothesley is a good example of that who will easily rebel if he thinks that he isn't being treated well. That's different to this of course.

His eyes rake over Baizhu's body, taking in their physique and appearance before feeling their weight settle on him. ~~Baizhu, he can literally throw you off him??? Do you eat sir???~~

He isn't bothered by the obvious remnants of Baizhu's time with others. Hell, it isn't like he isn't lacking in that department.

Wriothesley isn't prepared for the other to so quickly start sinking down on his cock though. It takes a certain amount of willpower not to thrust up into the other when he feels that wonderful heat and tightness surround his erection, earning a guttural moan.] M-Mm! Ah.

[ ~~Clearly it’s only because Wriothesley has far too much muscle—~~

Baizhu braces his hands on Wriothesley’s chest once he’s fully sheathed, fingering at those battle scars and battle scars of his as he catches his own breath.

This…This will take some getting used to, lube or no lube. He’s even more impressed at the way Wriothesley’s able to take that dildo now that he knows how difficult that is, but…it’s not as if he wanted his new bedmate to suffer (“suffer”) alone… ]

I…ah…you can—you can move now. If you like.

[ He just needs to catch his breath and get used to that thickness inside of him, but he’s already beginning to move his hips along, some part of him relishing in the burn, in the sensation of being filled up by a handsome stranger. ]

[His hands grip the sheets tightly as he tries to not immediately thrust into the other, relishing that delicious, tight warmth around his erection mixed with being filled by the toy vibrating against his prostate. It's almost a little overwhelming, but it felt so good.]

Fuck. [It felt like his entire body was drowning in pleasure.

And he does move. Slow roll of his hips. They're mostly shallow thrusts though. Despite obviously wanting to do more, he's being mindful of the other. He's watching Baizhu's reactions carefully, only wanting to give the other as much pleasure as he's feeling.]

[ And Baizhu’s secretly grateful, because as it turns out this is a lot harder than it looks, and no amount of preparation is going to make this easier on him, but…

He can’t say he minds the burn, either. The friction the way their bodies are working against each other, Wriothesley looking like an absolute treat underneath him—all beautiful scars and muscle and restraint… ]

Heh.

[ He tries to go a little faster, to clench and squeeze around Wriothesley as much as he’s able even if he feels that he won’t last very long himself, and amidst all of that he manages one pointed little observation— ]

You look good like this.

[If there was something Wriothesley had, it was restraint. A vice grip on control because he hated not having autonomy. He can't really convince himself to give up complete control to another.

His eyes squeeze shut as he moans. Baizhu was hot and tight around his cock and it felt amazing everytime he slid in and out, the friction akin to electro charges up his spine. He continues to thrust into the other. His partner was obviously enjoying themselves, using him as they please, and he wants to give them as much pleasure as he can give.]

H-Hah... Do you enjoy having me where you want me? [He bucks his hips just a little rougher than before.] Using my cock as you please?

[ He laughs through that…taunting? Dirty talk? Does it matter? Because in a way he feels just as trapped, at Wriothesley’s mercy as much as the other is at his, if nothing else because Wriothesley’s the stronger between the two of them and Baizhu isn’t as young (ahem) and spry.

It doesn’t help that he’s getting close, the heat and the friction between them building up to a tantalizing crescendo that he’s helpless to resist— ]

I…I…ah…!

[ He throws his head back with a gasp, unable to hold in his climax any longer, and well…that’s his answer, isn’t it? ]

[Wriothesley always enjoys seeing his partner climax. There's always something so satisfying watching the other ride through their orgasm, stomach stained with their seed. He rocks his hips slowly as the other comes down from their high.

The warden still had a bit to go, but that's just the results of boxer stamina. Baizhu really didn't have any hope of keeping pace with the other like this.]

There you go, darling. Nice and easy.

That…That was…

[ He’s a little surprised to find that Wriothesley still hasn’t come—the man’s stamina is impressive indeed, and he’s almost glad that toy’s still stuck inside of him. But will it really be enough?

He hasn’t pulled away, at least, though he wonders if he should. It really is irksome to find his knowledge of such intimate acts to be far too lacking, no matter how many texts he’d read on the subject.

Clearing his throat—mostly at that “darling” bit— ]

It seems you’re not…quite…

[ He still hasn’t fully caught his breath, as it turns out, but with the way he’s clenching around Wriothesley, his intentions should be clear enough, shouldn’t they? ]

[He lets out a breathless laugh that turns into a low grown as the other clenches around him. His hands gently run up Baizhu's sides though. The touch is gentle. Almost sweet.]

I'll get there, you don't have to push your own body for that. [A tilt of his head, and Wriothesley doesn't seem bothered in the least that Baizhu had came already.] There's already satisfaction in seeing you get off. You looked good.

[It isn't like there aren't a plethora of ways for him to get off that didn't include his cock deep inside the other.] You still have control of the toy inside me.

[ He’s pretty sure he has the most mortified look on his face when Wriothesley mentions that he looked good, because he feels anything but. Ha, perhaps next time he should try for a mirror before they go at it…

Shaking his head with a chuckle. ]

But I’m a lot less likely to break you than that toy, much as I would love to see you crumble.

[ …Payback? ]

[Wriothesley can't help but bark out a laugh.] You'll have to try a little harder if you want me to completely crumble.

[Well, it's not impossible, but Wriothesley was stubborn. That, and he had a competitive streak to him. If it's presented as a challenge, he can't help but really get into it.

He gently pats Baizhu's thigh.] You'll just have to be crafty, but there's no need to push your body. [As much as he wants to get off, he also doesn't want the other to push themselves passed what their body can handle. Unless that's what the other truly wants. Sexual exhaustion is definitely a kink some have.]

If only my Vision still worked…

[ Half-muttering to himself with an ominous smile. Well, why turn down a nice and sturdy test subject, right?

So he brightens, holding up that remote. ]

All right, then. I suppose I’ll just have to push yours, hmm?

[ Might as well turn that dial up— ]

Vision? [Wriothesley, of course, is playing dumb at the moment. He had noticed it, but the warden was playing more cautiously for the time being. The less cards he revealed for now the better. It's nothing against Baizhu. Though-] Hey, that sounds a little concerning.

[Is there such thing as a misuse of one's Vision?]

Wai- [The word gets caught in his throat as he arches his back with a choked moan. The toy inside him bullies his prostate, and he finds himself back at the mercy of the other.] Mm! A-Ah!

[ Chin up, Wriothesley. He didn’t turn it all the way up, and he’s got a thumb resting squarely on the off button in case anything happens. ]

Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.

[ It’s terrible how cheerfully he’s smiling as he says that, whilst easing off Wriothesley at last.

To his credit, at least he means it. Aftercare is very important to him, after all! ]

[All he can really do is clutch the sheets tightly in his fists as he writhes, moans spilling from his lips like water. His eyes flutter closed and he can feel himself clenching around the toy as it pushes him closer and closer to the edge.

And that was coming sooner or letter. He feels the way heat builds up in the pit of his stomach. Feels the way his body grows more tense as that pleasure goes taut in him.

His eyes flutter open as he looks at the other, gaze unfocused with arousal.] I- [Coherency? None of that, apparently.]

Good boy.

[ Baizhu places a quick kiss on his forehead, after having managed to put on most of his own clothing. In the meantime, that little toy inside of Wriothesley whirrs to a stop. ]

How do you feel?

[ If Wriothesley isn’t too sore, then Baizhu can at least do him the favor of pulling that toy out. At this point, aftercare’s the least he can do after that magnificent display.

He’s beginning to develop a taste for big, muscular men crumbling before him whilst in the throes of desire. A man can get used to that… ]

[His body slumps as he feels the toy stop, panting as he tries to catch his breath. He turns his head to look at the other and he can't help the breathless laugh escape his lips.]

I thought you were gonna wring me dry honestly. Surprised you didn't. [Maybe it would take too long with his stamina. Still, didn't this guy have a bit of a sadistic streak?]

I just need to catch my breath and I'll be right as rain.

[ He chuckles, totally unashamed at being called out for his lack of stamina. There’s no point in hiding the bitter truth, anyway, so he might as well just embrace it. ]

Oh, I’m afraid I’m not quite so strong and spry as you are.

[ So it’s very good of Wriothesley indeed to indulge him like this. Baizhu in the meantime will busy himself with easing that toy out, and casting his gaze about for something to help clean the man up. They need to look presentable when exiting the premises, after all. ]

[Wriothesley laughs at that.]

I think I would be in trouble if you were, honestly. [Baizhu sounds like he'd love to pull their partner apart. Not literally, but he can only imagine the mess he might be if they had their way and wasn't literally stopped by their physical limits.] Well, I think that isn't really an insult towards you. I think that my stamina is above average to the norm.

[He shudders a bit as the other pulls the toy out of him, already missing the feeling of being filled. He sits up though, hand touching his seed the covers his stomach. If he's honest, he's surprised the other is helping out. He's used to just cleaning himself up and parting ways without the extra attention.] Aren't you sweet though. I wouldn't have faulted you if you just left once you got off.

Now where would be the fun in that? I take care of people for a living, you know.

[ So just behave yourself and let him wipe down that exquisitely muscular torso with a warm wet towel. And he’s smiling with amusement as well at the compliments. He hadn’t been offended by those remarks to his stamina, anyway, but it’s nice to be appreciated for being the menace that he is from time to time. ]

And all this is hardly troublesome to begin with.

A want to sexually wreck a guy while also wanting to take care of others. Aren't you a curious man. [He chuckles a little.

He is unused to the aftercare. It's nice, but he can't help but feel a little out of his depth. He's used to quick romps and going separate ways. Used to sex just being a quick and messy thing. Then again, he was the type to help his partner after a good romp, so maybe he's a little hypocritical.]

I didn't think you'd want to admire me even after our romp. [It's a a bit of ribbing.]

But of course. There’s plenty of you to admire.

[ He has no reason to hide it, anyway. It’s nice and healthy, muscular, with so many delicious scars that just beg to be studied…

Gently slapping that towel to Wriothesley’s chest— ]

But given how…vigorous you can be, perhaps you should be the one to clean your nethers this time.

How flattering.

[Well, it's not like he isn't aware of his physique. He worked hard on it and it's earned him many victories in the ring.

He merely laughs as he takes the towel.]

Alright, alright. I can clean myself up fine, don't worry.

[Continued from here.]

Well, I can't fault you for being honest.

[He grazes teeth against Jan's throat. He doesn't bite down though. He was merely teasing the other. Riling them up just a bit more. The sent was somewhat addicting, but at least he was aware of what was happening. Maybe this isn't exactly on their own terms, but it would be a lie if he wasn't at least willing.]

Wriothesley. [He shoves his thigh between Jan's legs.] Excited to make your acquaintance with me are you?

[ when he's of more sound mind, he's giving this man a nickname because what the fuck kind of name-- ]

Ahn!

[ the tone of jan's voice goes up a bit, the sound echoing off the walls, as wriothesley gets his thigh up against him. jan reaches out to plant his hands against the other man's chest, hips canting upward so he can lightly rub himself up against that thigh. he's going from half-hard to hard at a rather rapid pace and he's not even embarrassed about it. ]

Oh, definitely. Very excited.

[ one hand shifts, dancing across wriothesley's chest, nails scraping against his skin as he idly searches for any spots that might ilicit a reaction. ]

[Excuse you, but a name where you can joke about a man having rizz in their name is amazing??? Jan clearly does not see the potential here.

He watches with some amusement as the other is quick to grind down on his leg. What a desperate little thing.] I can tell. I certainly can't fault a man for taking what they want. Ah, well need. [Because at some point it becomes the latter. When one's body becomes so desperate to hit that climax.

[Wriothesley shivers though, eyes fluttering closed for a moment. His neck and chest have always been sensitive. It's really inconvenient how easy it is for people to find out that tidbit about him.] H-Hah. Touchy, are we?

[Continued from here.]

[He finds it incredibly ironic that Broca got stuck as pet and hates being talked down. It's a little funny, but he keeps that to himself. Wriothesley doesn't want to tease the other too much. Even if their attitude really makes him want to do so.]

Alright, no talking down. I would never think of it.

[Once the other was close enough, he reaches out until a hand can firmly grasp the other and tug them down until their noses were almost touching. He can feel warm breath against his face and he merely offers a playful smile.]

Well, I don't need to talk, but I won't lie that I'm not very quiet. [He had no reason to be quiet before, except the few times he might have done things in a public space. That's neither here nor there.] How about a kiss? I'd like one right now.

[He keeps it casual. Almost like this was a game of back and forth.]

[ That makes two of them, but the position might be more fitting for Broca than even the furry features suggest. He's spent a good portion of his life ironically working as a human guard dog, though it was after that particular employment turned sour that he began learning to bite more freely.

Mostly metaphorically, but they've been through that already.

He'll save that for later though, because while suddenly being tugged down does take him by surprise, it doesn't bother him per se. His ears are up and alert and his eyes are wider for a moment, though both relax back into something more neutral as Broca snorts out something almost like a laugh at that request.

That? He can do.

Without another word on his part, he reaches up to grab onto Wriothesley's jaw. It's gentle by his standards, but his fingers still press tightly into the other man's skin as he holds him still and bridges the small gap of space still left between him to press their lips together as he bears down on top of him, pushing him down at the same time. ]

[Wriothesley is absolutely delighted at the sound. It's a positive reaction in his book.

He smiles into the kiss, a pleased sigh as their lips meet. He feels his back hit the mattress underneath them, but seems unbothered by it. If anything, he seems elated as he kisses the other back fervently. One arm stays wrapped around Broca's neck, while his other hand wanders appreciatively anywhere he can touch.

Wriothesley isn't too hurried in his actions, though he eventually nips at Broca's bottom lip. A playful nibble as he silently asks for a deeper kiss.]

[ There's not a lot of skin showing in the outfit they managed to get Broca into for this particular event, but at least there aren't a lot of layers either. Wherever Wriothesley touches he's sure to be able to feel the heat of skin just a layer of two of relatively fabric away. Depending where he's touching he might even be able to feel the shifting of muscle as Broca makes small adjustments to make himself more comfortable overtop of the other man.

He seems to have settled on a position by the time that request for more is being made, and there's another breathy huff of a sound as his tongue presses against the seam of Wriothesley's lip, seeming to pick up some on what's being put down for him right now. ]

[His fingers slip underneath so he can run fingers over bare skin. The touches are mostly innocent. Like he's merely testing the waters or just sating his curiosity of what is underneath their clothes.

Those breathy noises are nice though and he finds himself craving to hear more of the other. Broca seems to be someone who doesn't use more words than necessary, so hearing the other more is a boon. He parts his lips with no hesitation; a pleased sigh as he does so.]

[ What he'll find is mostly muscle, something the outfit he was wearing didn't really do much to disguise in the first place. Broca is not the biggest guy he knows either in terms of height or muscle mass, but he's certainly up there, and it'd take a pretty baggy and formless outfit to obscure that particular fact.

With the invitation given, Broca's tongue slips into Wriothesley's mouth, tentative as he explores in small kitten licks at first as he slides a hand underneath the small of Wriothesley's back. Kissing here is fine now, but they'll eventually have to more further back onto the bed. ]

[Wriothesley hums appreciatively as his hand wanders over firm muscle. He can definitely appreciate a good body as someone who also takes time to be at his best physical health. They're also a bit taller than him. They cut an impressive and intimidating figure for sure.

It's a stark difference to the almost cute way Broca seems to kiss back. The kitten licks is a little endearing and he chuckles into the kiss as his tongue finds Broca's to tangle together as though to encourage the other to be more forward.

Kissing the other is enjoyable, but he doesn't wish to linger too long on it. He tucks at the other's top, wanting to get it off.]

[ As unsubtle as Wriothesley is being with that gesture, it still takes Broca a moment to register that the man underneath him is trying to tug his shirt off. It takes another moment for him to disentangle himself enough to adjust how he's positioned so he can help with that.

Previously haphazard placement on the bed changes as Broca moves to bracket Wriothesley's hips between his knees, and the hand that had slid under him pulls back as Broca finally sits up, straddling Wriothesley's lap as he gracelessly grabs the top of his dress-shirt and light jacket, and starts to yank it over his own head.

Absolutely no attention is being paid to the mess he's making of this nice outfit or his own hair, though his ears do tuck down to avoid getting caught as he wrestles his own clothing off of himself. ]

[He can't help but chuckle.] It would be easier to just unbutton the dress shirt. [His hands reach out to try and help the other out of their shirt and jacket, an amused smile on his lips.]

Are you in such a rush that removing clothes cannot be savored? My pride will be hurt if you think that things won't be enjoyable.

[He helps slide the jacket off and tosses it off to the side. They'll find it later, but it is no importance right now.] I do think you would prefer your clothes are still wearable for when we have to leave. [Though he guesses as long as their pants aren't ruined, shirtless isn't a bad look.]

[ You go your whole life not bothering to wear clothing with buttons (though he was a fan of toolbelts, so he was at least used to buckles), and suddenly you're placed into a fancy shirt with buttons and asked to keep it nice on top of taking it off in order to fuck strangers? Seems kind of unintuitive to Broca, but most of the sex he's had has been of the wham bam thank you, ma'am variety, where savoring and taking things slow hadn't been a considered part of the process.

So when he's lightly chastised for it, Broca's looking at Wriothesley like the man has grown a second head. What's all this about savoring and enjoying the process of stripping? He'll at least slow down, even if his expression still suggests he doesn't much see the point, and it's quickly becoming clear that while Broca has had sex, his experience might be in a pretty limited scope.

Though as he helps Wriothesley shrug him out of his jacket, he grunts as he considers the second point. ]

Guess someone will probably want them back.

[ It's not like he paid for these fancy things for one night of partying. After all, he didn't show up with any of his money on him. ]

[He can't help but be a little endeared. The other obviously has not experienced the full scope of what one can experience while having sex. That's a damn shame, with how well built they were. They deserved a good time. To be relished.

If people aren't going to appreciate them, he was at least.

He takes his time unbuttoning the man's shirt before carefully sliding the material off Broca's shoulders.] Are you in a rush to leave? I would like to savor you. [He says that while admiring the other for a moment now that they were topless.]

[ There shouldn't be anything particular confusing or surprising in what's being said to him right now. Some people like to take sex slower, do things more sensually than the wild rush to get off that occurs with time is a limited commodity. So much of his own sexual encounters have been peppered heavily with the second type that it's easy to forget that's not always required.

He pauses, no longer trying to help Wriothesley as he watches with a mix of fascination and mild skepticism as the other man insists on slowing them down and enjoying himself here. When the shirt finally slides off his shoulder, he picks the thing up and tosses it towards the foot of the bed.

He did mean it when he said he figured someone would want it back later.

Though with his own top taken off, he'll shift to slide a hand under Wriothesley's own, taking care to not rush the process after being pressed about the desire to savor this moment. ]

What's there to savor at this point?

[He gives the other a wry smile as he takes his time to appreciate the other.]

Some people just like to admire the other for a moment. You look good. [His words don't seem teasing or joking. He seems to truly appreciate Broca's physique. As a fighter, he can respect a well toned body and the work that's put into it.] Some people like different things is all. People see it akin to unwrapping a gift.

[A tilt of his head.] If you enjoy it quick and dirty though, I'm happy to oblige. Your enjoyment is as important to me than my own.

[ His hand stills for a moment, resting in the middle of Wrio's chest as his brow knits together. This sure feels like a weird inverse of what was expected from whatever game they'd been shuffled into. Not that he's complaining much about not being shoved into a room with someone making crude and demeaning demands, but he's not sure what to do with the man underneath him right now.

A few seconds pass with Broca sitting like that, before he jerks his hand the rest of the way up shoving Wriothesley's scrunched top up to his chin. ]

We'll do half and half then.

[ The compromise seems fair enough to him. He leans back a bit, giving the man under him room to sit up so they can at least get the shirt off of him. ]

[Half and half. That makes him laugh a little.

He sits up to help discard his shirt, tossing it off to the floor to be found later. The scars on his throat are much more obvious when they’re not obscured by fabric alongside plenty of other scars he had gotten over the years. His hands find Broca’s ass and he squeezes appreciatively.] I can work with that.

[His hands glide away from the other’s cheeks and moves to undo the button and pulls down the fly on Broca’s pants. He tugs at them. A friendly grin as he looks at Broca’s face.]

[ The scars get a glance, but there's nothing on Broca's face that seems to indicate any judgement or question. He's got a fair few of his own doting his newly exposed body, as well as a few places where small, black, almost crystal-like bumps rise from his skin. If Wriothesley doesn't ask about them, Broca's happy to keep the bedroom talk away from the fact that it looked like someone tried to rip out the man's throat in the past.

As the hand squeezes his ass, his tail swishes against Wriothesley's knuckles before the man is moving to unzip his pants, a reminder of something to take care with even as Broca sits up on his knees to make it easier to get those pants off of him.

He's not returning the grin for now, but he as he makes eye contact he looks mildly curious instead of aggressively angry about being there. It's an improvement for sure. ]

[The black, crystal-like bumps does gets a raise of eyebrows, but Wriothesley doesn't question it. He doesn't think that it's really in his place to question what has happened to a stranger nor does it seem like a conversation befitting of the mood. His fingers do gloss over scars, but less out of curiosity and almost more like he's treating them as something special. After all, each scar really is just a story to tell; an experience the man had gone through.

He looks at the other and offers a gentler smile as he starts to tug their pants down.] Your body is quite good. [His hands slowly run up Broca's thighs, appreciating the strong muscle he can feel under his fingers.]

[ So many of those scars where left in the name of someone who never deserved them. So many of those stories now leave a bitter taste in Broca's mouth. Still, he doesn't mind the exploration of them, nor does he feel particular self-conscious about the appearance of his body. He's a guy with a violent past, and he's at least comfortable with that in a very basic sense.

He's also a strong guy with a violent past, and he knows how his body looks, marred patches of skin aside. There's not a hint of irony or ego in his voice as he deadpans a response. ]

I exercise regularly.

[ He shifts to place his palms on the bed, lifting himself up enough that he can get the pants over his knees, and get them out of the way easier. ]

Looks like you do too though.

[ Not that he needed Wriothesley's clothing to come off to be able to get the sense the man was no slouch when it came to working out. ]

Mm, you'd be correct. [He tugs Broca's pants off and tosses them with the rest of their clothes.

A lick of his lips as he firmly grabs the other through their underwear for a quick stroke. He admires the solid weight in his hand.] Boxing for me is more of a way of life. I find it impossible to imagine it not having it in my daily.

[He likes to keep himself fit, but he thinks it helps a lot with clearing his mind. That, and it does fill in his time when he doesn't have too much going on and he can afford the body ache after a good workout.]

I just wanted to admire you a bit is all.

[ The touch does earn a hitch in Broca's breathing for a moment, but it's either impressive or disappointing how steady his expression remains despite the fact that he's got a guy actively stroking him (admittedly through material). Actually, it's the comment about being a boxer that gets more of a reaction out of him, ears twitching as he leans forward, before the second comment has him freezing mid-lean for a moment. ]

Ah...

[ He's got a good body. He realizes he has a good body, but that knowledge doesn't mean Broca really knows how to take a compliment. ]

Thanks?

[ Damn, he's piss poor at letting the attention focus on him. Better to shift now, and see if he can't start working at Wriothesley's fly instead, an intended distraction from the flirtatious comments of a man much smoother than he is. ]

[Some might find Broca's reactions to be disappointing, but Wriothesley is almost delighted by the other. Broca seemed like someone who was hard to get any reaction out of, so he'll eat up anything the other gives him. Any little gasp or hitch in breath is something he eats up.

He chuckles. Oh. Is the other a little shy? The gap...]

Of course. You're my partner for the night. You have my undivided attention, monsieur. [He gently pats Broca's thigh. As much as he'd love the other to stay atop of him, it would be difficult to get his pants off with them where they were.]

[ The assumption isn't wrong. Broca's expression changes some, and his affectation is varied enough, but he spent too long training out any natural habits that gave away too much to be able to easily step back into any other behavior at this point. A hitch in the breath from Broca might as well be a full-throated moan from anyone else.

Though he wouldn't be so sure how to feel about being so easily figured out. Though there's some advantages to being understood without explicitly stating things.

For example, that pat is more than enough to tell Broca he needs to literally lift his ass up, and get his not inconsiderable weight off of Wriothesley for a moment. He'll even make some commentary as he moves to put his weight fully onto his knees as he pushes himself up into a kneel. ]

"Monsieur"...

[ Sort of commentary. ]

[He doesn't need over the top reactions to read someone well enough, but there is something very enjoyable in being able to tell that Broca was not so unaffected by his touches. It's definitely encouraging enough to try and get more out of them if anything.

He's quick to undo his own pants completely and slide his pants and undergarments off together. It'll just save time to get rid of both of them now than to make the other get back up. An arch of his back as he shoves the garments of clothes before carefully kicking them off.

Wriothesley offers the other a quirk of a smile.] It is a title out of politeness. I believe the equivalence to mister, if that is a word more familiar to you. [His hands come back to rest on Broca's strong thighs, a playful squeeze, before slowly sliding up to rest fingers on the waistband of Broca's underwear.]

I would not degrade you as you have said you don't enjoy if that is your worry.

[ The arched back and exposed body at least snags Broca's attention. While he might not be particularly good at taking upfront compliments, he's definitely not shy when it comes to things like this. That's all to say he doesn't look even the slightest bit abashed by his own open staring.

He shifts into Wriothesley's touch, encouraging what the touch of his fingers suggests he wants to do next, but not rushing them. He did make a deal here. He gets to unwrap Wriothesley at his own, hurried pace, and in turn he lets the other man have his savoring. ]

I'm familiar with some basic Gaulish.

[ Probably not the language that Wriothesley himself was thinking when he used the title, but they all have their own countries with shockingly similar languages, right? ]

Just never been called that before.

[ Not bothered, just mildly surprised. ]

[Instead of tugging Broca's undergarments down, he merely slips his hand passed the waistband to wrap his fingers around their length and gives the other a few firm strokes.

Gaulish. The word is foreign to him, but he can guess that there are some similarities with just a different name attached. He can work with that, he thinks. It just means that there is not so much of a gap between them that they have to work with.]

I can stick with just names. [He doesn't sound put off either way. With his own cock hard and laying against his stomach and his hand wrapped around Broca's, he certainly was not put off at all.]

[ Oh, well not exactly how Broca thought that one was going to go, though a touch isn't entirely surprising given the circumstances. There's still a sharp inhale from him as his head tilts forward at the abruptness, thrown for just a moment by the sensation of a warm hand wrapped around him.

Even his words come out just a little more strained now that Wriothesley is touching this particular part of him. ]

It doesn't matter to me.

[ It's a polite enough way to address strangers, and it's not as if the two of them really know each other despite the intimacy of the moment.

Though right now the intimacy seems pretty one sided, and even if that seems to work just fine for the man underneath him, it settles strangely for Broca. He settles a palm on Wriothesley's inner thigh, hesitating for a moment as his breath comes out in small, audible huffs with each new stroke. ]

How did you want to do this?

[ There wasn't a lot of talk about what they were planning, just falling into things as they went along. ]

[He slowly strokes the other, thumb rubbing over the slit on the head as he admired the other. He enjoyed hearing the strain in Broca's voice and the quiet noises they were making. Broca's reactions might be subdued, but they might as well be full blown reactions given the man he was touching.

He gives the other a pleased little smile, his eyes glancing away from Broca's face to look at the hand on his thigh.]

Hm. Do you have any preferences? You'll find that I'm easy enough with just about anything as long as we're both enjoying ourselves. [He doesn't let go of Broca's cock, while he starts tugging down their underwear.] Being held by you seems to be just exciting as holding you.

[ It feels like he's being teased here, even as Wriothesley tries to talk in pretty words and euphemistic language. The thumb trailing across the head of his cock is as maddening as the languid strokes down the length. Broca never thought of himself as a particularly impatient person, but he's starting to think that he might just be given how much he's struggling with letting himself be savored right now.

One ear cants down as he looks down thoughtfully at Wriothesley, breathing heavily through his nose as the muscles in his stomach tense in want and anticipation, even if it seems like things won't be ramping up just yet.

And if it's going to be that way...

Broca quickly runs his hand the rest of the way up Wriothesley's thigh, hand sliding under the man's ass, and fingers digging into the muscle there. ]

Holding isn't really the word I'd use, but sure. I'll do that then.

[ He really might lose what patience he has if he allows Wriothesley to set the pace by being the one to do the 'holding'. ]

They got anything in this room to make it easier?

[ He finally tears his eyes away from Wriothesley's body to look at the bed and nearby table. He doesn't want to get back up, so hopefully there are things within reach. ]

[Maybe Wriothesley was just playing with his food a little too much. Something he's just a little aware of, but he can't help but be curious about getting all sorts of reactions from the other. And there's something just a little fun in seeing someone who seems to be so calm and collected to finally snap and take what they want. Or at least urge him to do more than the lazy, languid strokes he was doing at the moment.

He chuckles instead.] What word would you use instead?

[He does pause for a moment and he glances over at the bedside tables on either side of the bed.]

They probably have the drawers fully stocked. This place seems intent to have things ready for anything we want to do. [He really should just get in the habit of keeping lube in his pockets if he ends up here long term. It just seems convenient at this point.

He tugs Broca's undergarments down fully, but he guesses this wasn't going anywhere if they didn't check the drawers for anything to help with preparation. It isn't like it wouldn't be possible, but he doesn't think that it would be enjoyable for either of them.] Honestly, you'll probably find what you need and a lot more. I don't think I've gone through a day where I didn't seemingly come upon a sex toy.

Fucking. Having sex. Whatever you want to call it.

[ Things more straight forward than the more metaphorical holding either way. Broca read plenty, and he enjoyed books that were heavy on the metaphorical, more poetic just as much if not more than the ones that were more straight forward in their prose.

But he himself was always going to speak in the most direct way possible.

Even if that very casual conversation was happening while a man he's kneeling on top of happens to be working his underwear off of him. A task always made a little harder by the addition of a tail, but at least he's letting that droop and be cooperative with Wriothesley's efforts, moving his legs as needed as well, all while he takes advantage of his long limbs to barely lean forward before he starts rummaging through a very well stocked drawer.

Figures... ]

A little moderation wouldn't hurt people here.

[ Ironic given their current situation, but Broca does pull his hand back out holding a small pump bottle of lube, not giving anything else in the draw a second glance as he squirts out a couple dollops of lube directly into his palm as he moves back into position. ]

[That just gets a little chuckle in response, not particularly bothered. It isn't like he won't say stuff more bluntly at times himself. He just finds the other being to the point a little amusing. It is charming in its own way though.

He drops Broca's underwear to the floor, fingers gliding over muscled abs admiring as the other rummages through the drawer for lube. He was going to admire a good body that's sitting right in front of him. He isn't some saint.]

Considering the entire event happening, I don't know if they know the meaning of the word at all. I could do with enjoying a cup of tea without seeing some sex imagery though. [He can honestly agree with the other there. He isn't opposed to sex at all, but he doesn't need it shoved down his throat every literal second.

But that's something to chew on another time. It also seems a bit silly to complain about when they're about to have sex together. He easily spreads his legs for the other, not at all shy nor nervous.] Well, there are other things I rather enjoy at the moment.

[ A saint probably wouldn't have picked Broca out from a lineup to have sex with in the first place, so it doesn't surprise him to feel Wriothesley's hands roaming over him, though expected or not, the muscle his fingers glide over reflexively contract at the ticklish touch.

As he moves back into his kneeling position over Wriothesley, Broca spares him a (somewhat less) quick (than it could be) look as he rubs the lube over his fingers, snorting at both the comment about tea and the continued flirting. It might be because Broca's never been much of a flirt (a nice way of saying he could flirt if his life depended on it), but he doesn't get the point when Wriothesley's already managed to get Broca in bed with him. That he's being paid a compliment is having some trouble getting through that thick skull of his. ]

I've seen the cafes around here.

[ Such a casual tone and casual conversation they're carrying on even as Broca moves to press the tip of two fingers against Wriothesley's entrance. There's no questioning if he's ready for it, or verbal warning about what he's about to do. It seems pointless, and it's not like the man under him isn't aware, so he keeps talking casually about the possibility of tea without sex iconography everywhere-- ]

So don't get your hopes up.

[ --While slowly pushing both fingers into Wriothesley. There's at least some minor effort being paid to comfort as Broca's gaze drops down to Wriothesley's face, and he doesn't rush his movements. ]

[Broca please...surely the other has been complimented outside of bed. It's the same concept!!! But hey, the other being as they are is endearing in its own way. A little amusing and he finds it kind of cute (other people think it's cute, right?).]

I guess we'll get desensitized enough to it then.

[It doesn't really bother him. It's just over the top.

That's neither here nor there though because he finds whatever words on the tip of his tongue end up more caught in his throat as he feels the sting of Broca pressing two fingers into him. There's no real discomfort from the boxer though as he arches his back with a pleased moan.]

[ Does being told you look intimidating count as a compliment? Because if so, Broca has definitely been complimented before. Actually, a friend did once describe his arms as being like rocks, and that's probably a compliment (maybe). It's not something that gets lobbed Broca's way all that often, so Wriothesley's generous use of them isn't something he really knows how to properly react to.

Just like he doesn't know how to react to the gratuitous amounts of SEX shoved in his face every second of every moment of every day that he's been here so far. ]

Maybe, or maybe not.

[ Kind of a funny thing to be talking about whether or not he'll get used to it all when he's currently his second knuckle deep inside another man right now, working his fingers in carefully, before easing back out just as slowly. His tone is still casual and conversational, but there's something sharper and just a touch hungrier in his look now as he watches Wriothesley react to what he's doing. ]

[...Hm...

Well, Wriothesley will give the other compliments he feels the other should hear when his tongue is feeling loose enough for them. It isn't like he didn't give the other compliments he didn't mean. He definitely meant every single word spoken.

But he's thinking more about those fingers inside him as they start to work him open. He rolls his hips a little to take them a little farther in and there's a pleased sigh that escapes his lips. The hungry look in Broca's gaze is flattering in itself.] H-Hah...well I won't complain about this.

[ Superfluous compliments aren't necessarily lies, and even Broca understands that much. He hasn't considered for a moment that Wriothesley is lying to him about any of this to butter him up, because it seems like it'd be a lie with no benefit. The only reason to say these things is to spur Broca on to sleep with him, and if he really found Broca so unappealing as to need to lie about it, he probably wouldn't be trying to sleep with him at all.

Though Wriothesley's ability to keep up a coherent conversation despite a little pause or breathiness is fairly impressive. Broca's gaze rakes down the other man's body, all the way to where his fingers are currently inside of him, and as he pushes them in as far as he can this time, he crooks them forward. ]

Yeah, doesn't seem like you would.

[What can he say? He loves to multitask (no).

Wriothesley opens his mouth to retort back, but the push of fingers inside and the tips of them brushing against his prostate has him choking on his words. Instead comes out is a shameless moan as he tosses his head back, toes curling as he sees stars for a moment.] H-Hah! There! [Speaking of not complaining. His body was craving more if anything.]

[ Ah, so even this man has a coherency breaking point. There's nothing that Broca is really going to do with that information, but he guesses that means they can drop conversation for now if Wriothesley isn't going to be participating in it much.

He encouragement is met with a simple hummed out affirmation instead. Got it, right there it is then, his fingers move further in, but as the drag out he presses them up again roughly at the same spot, added pressure to get another big reaction out of him. It's easy to do now that he knows how to really get at Wriothesley, fingers still working him open, but offering a little reward for the other man letting Broca call the shots here despite their employee assigned designations. ]

[Broca's name slips from his lips easily like water flowing as pleasure goes through his body like electro-charges. It feels good, but it isn't enough. He wants more. His hands reaching out to lightly drag nails against Broca's well-defined thighs.]

More. I want more inside me. [It seems even Wriothesley's patient has its limit and he no longer cares to take it slow. He wants the feeling of being completely full. Wants the sting and ache.]

[ Patience has never been a particular virtue of Broca's, even if he's surprising good at sitting and waiting when he needs to. Long hours of playing silent bodyguard has forced the ability to endure long periods of tedium on him, but when it comes to things like this...

Well, he was the one pushing for something fast without a whole lot of savoring earlier, so when Wriothesley makes that demand the corner of Broca's mouth twitches for a moment. It's not a smile, not really, but it betrayed a hint of one for just a brief moment. ]

Needy.

[ There's no real judgement in the word as he says it, like he's just making a statement of fact as he pulls his fingers out at an unhurried pace, teasing some by letting himself savor Wriothesley in his desperation. Of course not voicing any hint of this thought out loud it's not exactly obvious what's happening in Broca's head right now, but he thinks he's being somewhat clever.

He rests his hand on the back of Wriothesley's thigh, pushing back on the leg to change the angle of his hips as he leans forward, lining the head of his cock up with Wriothesley's entrance as he slowly begins to push into him. Well... slowly at first, at any rate. There's only so long that Broca can play at being a tease before his own needs get the best of him, and there's a quick, forward snap of his hips after a moment as he fucks his way fully into Wriothesley, letting out a shuddering, pleased sigh at the feeling of something hot and tight wrapped around him like this. ]

You can't blame a guy. [His laugh is somewhat breathless. It's true though. His compliments on Broca's physique weren't empty words. The man was built so wonderfully, and having gotten to see them completely naked, who could really blame Wriothesley for wanting an intimate taste of what he sees.

He laments the loss of the fingers inside him, but he doesn't complain either. He was the one who had riled the other up into impatience earlier. It is only fitting that he might end up on the tail end of it in return. And that really only means that neither of them are willing to wait too much longer for what they really want.

Though, he isn't prepared for the way the other quickly snaps their hips forward, sheathing themselves completely in him. Wriothesley arches his back with a shameless moan, sounding more pleasured than pain as the other fills him with their cock. Hands bury into the sheets, gripping them tightly, and Wriothesley wraps his legs around Broca's hips. He makes it seem like he wants the other somehow deeper inside him despite already have pressed their entire length into him.] Ah! Yes!

[ Everything from the words that Wriothesley manages to choke out to the way his body races to meet him tells Broca more than enough. It doesn't matter that he got impatient himself, because that impatience is being met with the same sort of eagerness. No more teasing games, no more savoring.

One corner of his mouth curls up just the slightest bit, easy to miss normally, much less when the large man is fucking into someone with a complete lack of regard for how this might affect Wriothesley's gait immediately after this.

With Wriothesley keeping him locked into place with his legs, Broca can't pull out far, but he makes up for that with quicker, forceful thrusts into him, bearing down on the man under him, one hand steadying himself while the other reaches to wrap around Wriothesley's own cock now. For a moment he keeps his fist still as he tries to build a rhythm, focusing on one thing at a time before he starts to slide his hand, still slick with lube from his earlier work on Wriotheslye, up and down the length of his cock in time with the rocking of his own hips.

Keeping pace with his own movements was easier than trying to create two different speeds, even if the idea of teasing by keeping his hand movements slow (compromising savoring and rushing) has some appeal. He just doesn't have the kind of focus to pull it off. ]

[It might be a small little thing, missed by others, but Wriothesley has always had a discerning eye. That slight upturn of lips might as well be a beam from the stoic man. It's enough to make a grin on the boxer's lips blossom.

And if there is any worry about whether or not he cares about his lower back and ability to walk, it doesn't show with how Wriothesley rocks his hips in rhythm, meeting every thrust with the loud slap of skin. He feels the strength slowly leave his legs, letting them drop to Broca's sides; widening his stance as though to give the other plenty of room.

He writhes under Broca's touch, moans and breathless whispers for more. One hand fists the sheets underneath him while the other one finds the wrist of the hand wrapped around his leaking cock as though to ground him.]

[ There's a familiarity in this that acts as a strange comforting force for Broca. Being buried deep inside someone, his hips moving back and forth as he fucks his way into a building thoughtless stupor that will slowly help take him out of his own head, allowing him to escape thoughts of the past and future as the physical sensations of the moment ground him in the now.

He begins to narrow down on simple things like the fact that Wriothesley looks good like this, lost in the haze of lust, and gripping onto him like he doesn't know what he'd do if he let go. There are jolts of pleasure coursing through his body, starting from where he's buried inside of the man underneath him, but spreading out all the way from the tips of his toes to the crown of his head.

As reluctant as he was to start this whole thing on principle, it wasn't as though Broca disliked sex. The sensation was always something he enjoyed getting lost in, even if the circumstances had made him testy at first. The way Wriothesley reacts to his touch though... there is something intoxicating about that, and his hand moves faster, even if he maintains the same rhythm as he thrusts into Wriothesley. The dim awareness is starting to form that he wants to see this man completely come apart for him. ]

[Slowly coming apart he will. With every thrust, he finds the fog of his mind grows as he gets lost in the sensations and feeling of being split open by Broca.

A sharp intake of breath. A shuddering exhale. Shameless moans fill the room as he calls out Broca's name with want and a sweetness as though to entice the other to give more. His cock leaks precum, making the slide of fingers over his cock smoother. The glide making him groan with delight.]

Ah! Broca, more. [Wriothesley has long since tossed any sense of shame and he is not shy about his enjoyment. After all, if he wants and the other wants, then why not ask for more?]

[ More is hard to offer when he's already giving him so much. Though it might be more fair to say, more is dangerous to offer with how much he's already giving. More in Broca's case means something rougher and more aggressive, and while he's met plenty of people who have been happy to accept his more, Wriothesley doesn't exactly look like he's in a place for a detailed kink negotiation discussion.

Then again, neither is Broca.

The vague sense that there has to be a limit to what he gives flits through his hazy thoughts, but that's about all he can muster as he starts to fuck into Wriothesley with more force, harder and faster. It's enough to make the bed under them rock in a way that might be noisy if it weren't for the number of other sets performing similar acts around them likely drowning out their noises.

Broca's lips part, and his tongue runs over the point of an oversized canine. The urge is building to bury them into Wriothesley too. Instead he ducks his chin down to watch the head of Wriothesley's cock as slides obscenely out of the ring of fingers wrapped around it. His strokes are getting sloppier as his own attention is diverted to how it feels to have Wriothesley tight around him.

He's not likely to last much longer at this rate, no matter how much more Wriothesley wants from him. ]

[He is definitely not in the mental state to want to stop and go into thorough conversation about kinks. Not when Broca is deep inside him and fucking him thoroughly enough that the only thoughts lingering in his head is how good it felt, how he didn't want Broca to stop, and how much he wanted to be railed six ways to Sunday.

Honestly, Broca doesn't have to do anything different. He's too into the pleasure, his gaze hazy as he watches the other with pleased arousal. If there's something more than he enjoys than the pleasure itself, is seeing his partner also lost in the haze of their bodies entwining.

Broca is relentless though. The slap of skin as the other drills into him over and over as they jerk him off is a lot. Too much. Hands find Broca's shoulder and nails dig into the meat of them as he feels the pit of his stomach coil tight. He isn't going to last much longer.] Broca. Broca. I'm going to-

[ Wriothesley's earlier talk of wanting to savor and enjoy Broca fell flat with the man, but he's not entirely unable to understand the appeal of it in his own way. Maybe not for a slow and gentle tease that takes apart a person bit by bit, but there's something in the look on Wriothesley's face now that stirs something inside of him. The flushed skin and glassy eyes looks good on him, and while this was started as a means to make a little cash, if the offer came again for another chance at this man, Broca wouldn't say no.

The warning doesn't seem to deter him at all though, neither do the nails digging into the skin of his shoulder, though it does draw a small growl out of him as he leans forward towards Wriothesley. His hazy gaze sharpens as he hips snap harder, more forceful, and his hand begins to find the matching rhythm again as he continues to stroke Wriothesley's cock. ]

Then come.

[ It's permission being granted more than an intended order, but there's still a growl in his voice that makes it seem otherwise.

He really has done a bad job at playing the role of the pet in this one. ]

[It mattered not who was the master over who. What role either of them should be playing. From the start, he hadn't looked at Broca as a pet. His orders before could barely be called that. Merely easy requests to help settle the other in a situation that they obviously weren't keen on. Even if Broca had ultimately agreed for the sake of a payout, they obviously would not have enjoyed their time if it were with someone who only saw them as a pet to tame and own.

And he wanted this to be good for the both of them.

How can he not find it all so hot? The growl in Broca's voice and the words on their tongue. Order or permission granted, they're the same thing in his head. The allowance to let go.

He comes with a shout, back arching off the bed, seed spilling over Broca's hands and splattering onto their stomachs.]

[ Even as his hand becomes coated in Wriothesley's release, Broca's wrist keeps moving as he works the man through his orgasm, waiting until he seems to run on empty before letting go of his cock.

There's no stopping or slowing down, however, one of them may have finished, but the other is still chasing after his pleasure right now. Broca's messing hand curls around Wriothesley's hip, holding him firmly as Broca continues to fuck into him with forceful, jerky movements as his breathing gets heavier.

He's never been much of a talker during sex, and even the soft moans that fall off of his lips are quiet, probably not something anyone is going to hear outside of the man underneath him. Still, by Broca's standards he's making one hell of a racket as he chases his own climax, chest heaving as he finally, with one particularly rough movement, spills inside of Wriothesley. His breath stutters as he keeps rolling his hips, slower and mindlessly, for several seconds after before finally stilling.

It takes a few more seconds before he pries his fingers off of Wriothesley's hip and presses his palm against the sheets under them. ]

[He buries his hands into the sheets, writhing as the other continues to thrust into him relentlessly. His body feels like it's on fire, but he tries to roll his hips with the thrusts, more than happy for the other to chase their pleasure.

He's shameless in his moans and whines, toes curling as he feels the other fill them with his hot seed. He feels so full. Oversensitive, and yet still happily taking it all. His body shudders as Broca rides out their orgasm, both of them finally able to catch their breath.] H-Hah...

[ Well, they'll both certainly get their payouts after a performance like that, assuming they're being monitored. Without assigned ranks yet, there's no notification that appears on Broca's watch telling him he's collected another card, though that will come in time once he's finally permanently assigned to the room he already woke up in.

For now he'll take whatever they get for playing along with this particular game, though...

Maybe he'll give it a few moments so both of them can catch their breath.

He's careful as he maneuvers first out of and then off of Wriothesley, breathing heavily himself, though quieter as he pushes himself back onto his knees to give the man under him a little space.

Both of them look a mess right now, though Wriothesley definitely has one up on him on that department, and Broca makes no attempt at being subtle as he takes on the sight of Wriothesley's own come coating his stomach, as well as traces of Broca's seed inside of him. ]

You good?

[ He'll finally turn his attention to Wriothesley's face. ]

[Honestly? The payout is just a plus. The good sex is honestly the real treat.

The ache of muscles and getting a good sweat is everything he can ask for. He can still feel the pleasure that had been washing over his entirety linger, though the soreness of everything was starting to settle into his body. Adrenaline replacing a satisfying exhaustion and knowing that he'll likely be feeling their activities into the next day.

His eyes flutter open, gaze still somewhat hazy as he looks at the other, before he smiles and closes his eyes again. A tired little chuckle before he speaks.] Better than good. Give me a second though. [His voice was hoarse and scratchy, but there's contentment in his tone.]

How about you? Did you enjoy it? [Eyes finally open again as he tilts his head to look at the other. He's more used to pleasantries being cut short and moving on quickly, but it seems Broca is lingering a little longer before he gets his own bearings.]

[ It wouldn't be unusual for Broca to get up and start getting dressed after a quick fuck, but he figures the decent thing to do is make sure that Wriothesley seems ready for him to do that first. There's no question in his mind of if it was enjoyed or not, but given the fairly impressive reactions he managed to pull out of the other man, and the way he still looks a little fucked out, Broca can manage some poor imitation of aftercare for at least a couple of minutes.

The question catches him off guard though, and he blinks owlishly down at Wriothesley. The fact that his come is painting his insides right now seems indication enough to Broca that the sex was enjoyed. This is a tricky one to answer, because while Broca's fine with actions, he's not always the best with really hammering home his thoughts with words. ]

Yeah. It...

[ Broca's struggling here, not being much for dirty talk, especially not after the deed is done. ]

I liked it.

[ His own eyes close at that, nose wrinkling as even he is aware how pathetic that attempt at praising Wriothesley's performance was. He's so not cut out for praise kink...

Honestly, people should be allowed to just give a silent thumbs up and a nod when asked to rate sex. ]

[His reply just earns hoarse laughter from the boxer. He seems to be fine with just laying there for a little bit, knowing that the ache will really settle in and having to clean himself out is just over the horizon. For now though, he'll be a little lazy.]

There's no need to think too much on it. I just wanted you to enjoy yourself. That's all. [It's not about being praised or dirty talk. It's a genuine interest that Broca was just as satisfied.

He smiles a little.] You don't have to stick around any longer. I'll be fine. [As though he's sensing the bit of awkwardness. He is charmed the other is checking on him, but this was probably a one night stand at best, so there's no need for Broca to worry about him.]

[ It's a good thing that Wriothesley isn't asking the near impossible from Broca right now, because it's hard enough for Broca to get more verbose usually, much less when he's feeling the good kind of tired from a solid round of sex.

Broca gives the man under him an uncertain look, before nodding, and adjusting his stance so he can push himself off of Wriothesley, and shortly after off of the bed too. Leaving shortly after the deed is done is his usual M.O., so he's not about to argue with someone giving him his regular out.

He should make one thing clear at least as he starts to retrieve his clothing, and shrug it back on. ]

I did enjoy it, despite the circumstances.

[Wriothesley chuckles as he sits up to stretch his arms over his head. He can feel the pleasant ache in his body and knows it'll persist through the next day. It's satisfying for him though.]

Until next time then. [Though he doesn't know if they'll both be here for that long, it is some sort of promise that he won't be a stranger if they cross paths again.]

[Continued from here.]

[He lets out a choked out groan as she squeezes, but it isn't tight enough for it to actually hurt. Just enough that it reminds him how damn hard he is and how much he wants relief. Things are, admittedly, moving a little slow. He isn't going to complain, but he was starting to really feel it.]

It would be a shame to not reward you when you're trying to please me so well. [His voice drops an octave. A low, hoarse whisper.] Consider it a mutual transaction. You scratch my back, I scratch yours.

[Except this isn't scratching backs but them giving each other oral.

Aerith can probably hear the smirk in his voice.] Talking isn't the only thing this mouth is good for, after all.

I feel like you're teasing me when you say it like that!

[Pots and kettles, she'd been teasing him this whole time but she had to hide the way his voice had dropped had sent a thrill through her. Honestly, having the wall between them was a blessing and a curse, it made it more exciting, but she found herself itching to touch more of him.

Oh but he was good, the tingling sensation across her scalp and fingers at his unsubtle wordplay left her chuckling, and maybe a little breathless.]

Then I'd better do a good job then, hadn't I?

[Grip a little harder, but not too tight, Aerith pressed a kiss to the tip of his member before sliding him back into her mouth. More confident now, she relaxed, taking him deeper with each bob of her head, until she managed to touch her lips to the back of her hand wrapped around his cock, the little hum she made was obvious that she was pleased with herself as she pulled back and then took him a little deeper. He was still intimidating, too big to fit all of him in her mouth, but she was definitely figuring out a proper rhythm in matching her strokes and how she sucked him.]

Just a little bit. [He can't help it. They're cut of similar material and Wriothesley is a man who does like to play and tease a bit. She doesn't sound upset by it either.

Wriothesley lets out a pleased groan as he feels that wet warmth around him again. This time, he rocks his hips with the rhythm she had set. They're shallow thrusts, obviously being mindful of his actions. Still a vice grip on his own control so he doesn't push too far, but still chasing for more pleasure.

He whispers encouragements with his moans.] You're doing wonderfully...

[Aerith would never be upset by someone teasing her back, considering it one of the highest forms of affection from her friends. If she's managed to crack their stoicism enough to tease her, she's considering it a job well done.

But there's definitely something different about the way he teases her, her pleased hum muffled around the member in her mouth. Feeling the measured way he moved to meet her, the praise, and especially the sound of his moans made her ache for more. Whatever it took to make him happy.

Swallowing hard, she pulled back just enough to circle the tip with her tongue, relaxing as she took him back into her mouth only to surprise herself with managing to take another inch. Her surprised hum sounded loud in her ears, pulling back just enough to try and take him that deep again.]

[True to his word, Wriothesley is not quiet at all. Each cant of his hips and the slide in and out of her mouth earns her a pleasured moan. Usually he isn't this loud, but he also did it to encourage her and she did seem to like the noises he made. Why not give her what she wants when she was also giving him what he wanted?

And she's doing so well too. Honestly, he's a little more than impressed that she's able to take as much of his length in her mouth as she is.] What a good girl. [There's a purr in his voice as he shudders, feeling her tongue on the head of his cock. The vibrations from her throat. He felt those waves of pleasure travel up his spine wonderfully so.]

[The sudden praise dragged a muffled, nasal moan out of her, swallowing hard around the head of his cock that she'd managed to begin to slide deeper into her throat. Eyes burning, she swallowed again, then had to pull back to gasp for air.]

Th-thank you, your Grace.

[Her voice sounded rougher now, raw from her efforts and an undercurrent of need that laced a hint of a whine into her words in spite of her efforts to keep some guise of composure. But his purr and his praise were making her need more, and it wasn't long before she was working her way back to burying him in her throat. The hot, lightheaded sensation was beginning to get the better of her common sense, drunk on his warmth and his words and how her whole body ached for him.]

[Oh? She seemed to quite enjoy that. Then again, he could understand the appeal. Knows the appeal even. The vibrations from her moans and whines certainly do wonders to the pleasure that ride up his spine.

He continues to rock his hips. Wriothesley doesn't increase how far he thrusts in, but he does increase the pace, wanting just a bit more friction on his erection. He whispers words of encouragement and praise. Says Aerith's name almost in a whisper as though he wants to make sure only she can hear the way he calls out to her with each thrust.]

[To think she'd been nervous before, when all it had taken was a bit of encouragement and a few low growls from Wriothesley for her to find her rhythm. Though she'd never admit to herself that she'd enjoyed his gentle admonishment, or how each different way he said her name made the nape of her neck and the palms of her hands tingle.

Well, maybe that last one.

He felt so hot in her hands, her jaw starting to ache even as she circled the tip with her tongue for a moment before she went back to sucking. With him filling her mouth with each thrust, Aerith was the one pushing herself to take him deeper, pumping him with her hand to match his pace. It was hard to tell if it was simply her not getting enough air or the fact that her mind was wandering that she felt strangely lightheaded, imagining what it would feel like with him inside her rather than her sucking his cock.

While his size was a little intimidating, she couldn't help but kind of want to find out. He'd probably make her take her time then too, no matter how wound up she was...

Swallowing hard around his length, Aerith couldn't help the low groan at the thought.]

[With each thrust, he can feel everything start to fray. Something in the pit of his stomach is starting to coil tight.

The warmth of her mouth. The frim grip of her hand on the rest of his aching length. The slide in and out giving him waves of pleasure. He can feel himself teetering towards the edge. Wriothesley presses his forehead against the cool material of the wall as his thrusts become more and more erratic. The rhythm before is quickly falling apart.

He knocks against the wall with his fist. It's unsure if it was just an unconscious reaction or intentional.] Aerith. I'm going to- [It's a warning.]

[It feels like she's in a feedback loop, sensing how close he is, the way he warns her, it's a rush that she's never really felt before. Almost as if it was hard to tell if the heat in her skin was from her arousal or his, and she moaned around his cock in wordless encouragement.

Purring for him like the cat that had her cream, keeping her head down as she took him as deep as she could. Waiting for him as she pumped his cock harder to help him chase that feeling and trying not to lose herself in the warm haze that was creeping in around the edges of her vision.]

[It only takes a few more thrusts before he's spilling his seed into Aerith's mouth with a desperate cry of her name. His mind is blank as he merely rocks his hips through his orgasm, chasing the pleasure of his release with her mouth. The hot, wet warmth felt so good on his cock.] Aerith-!

[There's a soft sound of surprise before Aerith swallows in reflex, slowing down her strokes so as not to overstimulate him. The way he said her name like that...she could certainly get used to hearing it. It sent a delicious shudder through her as she milked him dry.

Pulling back to give the tip of his cock a playful kiss, she chuckles a little, drunk on the feeling of his pleasure and the warm haze it soaked her in.]

Did I meet with His Grace's approval?

[Clearly she doesn't seem too worried she'd disappointed him from the happy purr in her voice as she presses another kiss to his shaft.]

[It takes a moment to gather his bearings, pressing his forehead against the cool plastic of the fake wall between them and letting his breathing even out.

He can't help but chuckle that escapes his lips when he hears the way her voice comes out more like a pleased purr than anything else when she talks. He carefully slides his softening cock out from the hole. It was good. He was satisfied.]

Mm, I don't know about that. [He laughs though.] It was good. Honestly, a little disappointed this wall is in the way. You sounded like you were enjoying yourself. It makes me wonder what you must have looked like with my cock down your throat.

[His voice dropping a little.] Well, I did say I should return the favor though. You'll let me in once I knock, right? [He is a man true to his word.]

Well, I'll just have to make it up to you next time so you can see it better, then! I can't go leaving his Grace unsatisfied, after all.

[There's a soft sound of effort as she gets to her feet, groaning as she stretches her arms high over her head to get the stiffness out of her limbs. That done she leans in close to the wall, a grin on her face.]

Of course, my door's always open, your Grace.

[She just takes a moment to straighten out her dress and hair as best she can, pleased as a coeurl in a chocobo pen.]

Oh, you didn't leave my unsatisfied at all.

[The sound of his belt as he pull his undergarments and pants back up and makes himself presentable before she hears the door of his changing stall open. There's a polite knock at her door soon after.]

And I'm definitely not going to leave you unsatisfied after you were so good for me.

[She laughs, her voice a little rough around the edges as she goes to unlock the door.]

It was just a little joke—oh!

[She froze, her sun-freckled cheeks still a little flushed as she has to crane her neck to look up at him after finding herself at eye-level with his pectorals. Her hair is an unruly mass of curls that she's clearly attempted to tame into a loose braid without anything to tie it up with, her pale pink sundress surprisingly unrumpled considering what she'd been doing moments before.

Her surprise lasts only for a moment, replaced quickly with a blinding smile.]

So I was right about you being tall, dark, and handsome! Do I win a prize?

[She does step back to give him room to step into the stall with her, but only after giving him a playful curtsey.]

[Wriothesley runs a hand through his hair, it slightly disheveled and some of it sticking to his sweaty forehead. He grins though, his slightly sharper than normal canines peaking.]

You got me.

[He takes a few steps in before he takes a few steps closer and crowds her space.]

Of course you do. Why don't you move clothes off from there and take a seat? I'll reward you greatly for being such a good girl. [A lick of his lips.] I have a promise to uphold after all.

[The glimpse of fangs only serve to make her more interested, the almost feral feeling he gave off now only fueling the blush and her playful grin. As much as she wanted him to bend down enough so she could bury her fingers in his hair (were those wolf ears styled into it?), or how badly she wanted to cuddle up to his warmth the closer he got, she knew it would be more fun to obey.

Especially when he called her a good girl in that tone of voice paired with the wolfish way he licked his lips sends a deliciously warm shiver up her spine.]

His Grace is so generous! Thank you, sir.

[It was quick work to move things out of the way where there were only two of them, but the hanger holding a gauzy pink dress that had already been hung out of the way. Settling into her seat, she smiled up at him as she held out her hands for him to come closer.]

[Wriothesley is smooth in the way that he gets to his knees, a fluid motion as he places his hands on her knees to spread her legs open and slot himself between them. Aerith was lithe and slender compared to the bulkier frame of the boxer, but here he was on his knees for her.]

It isn't generosity, sweetheart. This is earned, so it's your reward. I would not give unless I didn't feel you deserved what I give you...

[Wriothesley is nothing less than thorough though. He starts to press kisses up her leg, inching closer and closer until he's pushing her skirt up as he presses kisses passed her knee and closer to her inner thighs.]

[Even knowing he was serious from the start about returning the favor, Aerith still looks surprised when he spreads her legs to settle between them. Something about the sight almost left her squirming, heat flooding her and leaving her fingertips tingling even before his lips brushed her freckled skin.

Hesitating for only a moment, her hands hover before one settles in his hair, sweeping her fingers through the grey streaks that shot through his dark locks. Though she can't help but to finger the wolfish fluffs with a smile turned lopsided by how she has to bite her lip.]

Still, it doesn't mean I can't say thank you. It's not everyday I get to have this much fun with a handsome guy, after all.

[Even if watching him creep closer to her inner thighs was leaving her insides feeling fluttery. By the time she'd finished sucking him off she'd been practically dripping with how turned on she was and her thighs were still slick from it. Just the feel of his kisses alone was making her nearly feel nervous with anticipation alone.]

So...thank you, your Grace.

[He rests his cheek against her thigh with a quiet sigh, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment as he enjoys the hands in his hair. Honestly, he enjoyed the pleasure of sex, but there was something about the gentle touch of fingers through his hair that satisfied something deep in his chest. It earns Aerith a pleased sound from the man. Like a purr.]

Mm, how can I deny such a darling like yourself?

[His eyes open again and he bites down on the flesh of the inside of her thigh. Not enough to hurt, but definitely hard enough to leave a mark. The bite is quickly soothed by his tongue.]

Don't be thanking me quite yet. [A wolfish grin as he looks up at her, his face so dangerously close to her crotch that she can feel hot breath even through her undergarments.] Then again, you look like you enjoyed yourself quite a bit. So wet and needy for me, are you?

[Continued from here.]

I'd like to believe that is true. [Yet, experiences say otherwise. He has seen a lot of things in his years. He has seen people lose themselves while in the Fortress when he was an inmate. When things weren't regulated, people slowly lost themselves. It was like watching people drowning. They might have been alive in the literal meaning of the word, but he cannot say the person was not washed away.

Well, that's a little depressing of a subject, so he moves on it quickly.

Wriothesley barks out a bit of a laugh.] I think that the two are much more similar than we care to admit. I think I rather deal with a slew of inmates than a slew of teenage disciples though. I think you have the harder job than I, monsieur. [He certainly does not envy them.]

Well, I wouldn't go out of my way to say I trust everything here. [Wriothesley just has a lot of hang ups on trust in the first place.] I do understand that we are at a disadvantage though and that not playing the game will probably not work in our favor. I can only imagine that we would be penalized for trying to refuse.

[He is willing to adapt, but keep an eye open so to speak.]

[Shang Qinghua snorts, trying for just a moment to imagine how things might be easier with a bunch of prisoners instead of disciples, and he shakes his head.] Ah, teaching is supposed to feel like a more rewarding job, but my disciples sure do act like they're prisoners sometimes.

[For some reason, he feels like he wants wine. This feels like a drinking kind of day. Unfortunately, he's too paranoid to drink, so more tea it is.]

Mmm, you are right about that, we are at a disadvantage. [He hums, considering.] Winning Game 52 seems like such a daunting task, though.

I feel like that is merely how youth are. They wish to only enjoy their young days while they can. I cannot fault them for it. [There's something almost wistful in the way he speaks those words.

Not that he lets the moment linger as he continues to enjoy his tea and chat.]

It does sound like that even if we are to participate and make it to the end, one will find themselves spending an indefinite amount of time here. There are limits to the body and the passing of time will happen no matter how hurried you are to try and complete the game. [Ignore the fact that one would basically have to have sex at the minimum of 52 times and some might not be so willing to the idea.] It is best to take it a step at a time.

[Shang Qinghua hums noncommittally, not wanting to ruin his nostalgic moment with commentary about how An Ding Peak disciples are all just wanting to make the people around them as miserable as they are - because that's exactly what he was like when he was a teenager, too.

He chuckles.] Ah, sir, your advice is in the right place, but I don't do 'one step at a time'. [That'll get you killed or wife-plotted where he's from.] And the passage of time isn't much for an immortal, unless that immortal has very important things to get back to in his original world.

...A very important person, actually. I, uh, left him once and he overturned the whole border looking for me, so he's probably furious with me now.

[This does make him wonder a bit. He had never asked the Traveler and he doesn't think they would be able to tell him anyways.] How do you think the passing of time is like between here and home then? I have never considered it before, but I find I've thought about it now that we're here.

[Oh. Sounds rough buddy. Damn.] Well...let us hope for the best. For your sake and the rest of your world. [In his defense, what else can one say about that?]

Honestly, I couldn't say. I'm not sure that we'll ever find out unless we return home to see how long has passed. [And from what he's seen of some of the other 'guests', they've been here a long time, so maybe it isn't so easy a thing to do.

He shrugs. Practically speaking, there isn't much that can be done about it right at this moment, but it's at least an explanation for why he can't take things so casually.] It's... not ideal.

But, mm. If the only way to leave is through a wish, then I guess winning the game is the only way out.

Thinking it about it won't help us much, I suppose. [It's more like a nagging thought that won't leave. Like an itch that can't be scratched. Worrying about it all won't do them any good.

Of course, maybe Wriothesley is taking things too well. After all, it isn't like back home is doing too hot with a nation ending prophecy on the horizon. But hey, can't worry about water that might dissolve him if he's here, right? Through thick or think, they'll all manage after whatever comes.] Things will be handled as they come. In the meantime, I'm sure there are ways for us to prepare.

[Playing the game, but surely they can make some form of contingency plan. Plans.]

Probably not. [He agrees sympathetically, because he knows it's a thought that will bother him too at times. There is someone for him back home who doesn't want him to leave, after all, for the first time in his life.

But there isn't much that can be done.]

What sort of preparations? [He assumes he means... preparations for things that aren't sex. That kind of preparation seems obvious.]

A place like this? It must have its secrets. [And he was a guy who liked to snoop and know the ins and outs. He isn’t so complacent that he won’t go sniffing. He just is accepting of the whole idea of participating in a ridiculous game of sex.]

We don’t know what will happen and I don’t like the idea of not having some contingency plans for any scenario that might come up.

[Shang Qinghua huffs slightly in a little laugh as he reaches for another dish.] I guess you and I are a little more alike than I thought. It's always good to have plans.

[He absolutely plans to do some snooping around himself. He's been nosing about here and there, but the resort is frankly huge.]

I suppose we'll be finding out soon enough what kinds of scenarios might come up.

A lot of people rely on me. It would be irresponsible if I didn’t keep an ace up my sleeve when possible. [Haha get it? Because they’re at a casino-

Sorry.

He takes one of the bowls of soup and lifts it to his mouth to sip.]

Yes, that is true. It’s strange for so many people to seemingly arrive with the place unready to accommodate. I would think it isn’t possible to misplace this many people, so I wonder if we’re all really stuck here. Of course it’s better to assume the worse, but I’ve talked to enough people that overbooking this many is just a logistics I can’t see is possible.

[That does get a snort out of him. No one ever said Shang Qinghua was too snooty to laugh at a pun.]

Yeah, I did wonder about that. It's a lot of people to just show up randomly. I wonder if it was on purpose, and we'll see these numbers thin out before long, or if something really went wrong somewhere. [A thoughtful hum.] The longer-term guests either won't or can't give up much information about arrivals.

It is. We don’t know anything about the process though and I doubt they’ll so easily tell us. [Everything about this place was shrouded in mystery, but that didn’t mean it could be concealed from them forever. If the information exists, it meant they can find it.]

As for the guests, it feels like they don’t really care too much about us. Probably because we aren’t properly in the system. It seems the hierarchy here is strongly in place.

[He stabs a dumpling with his fork and frowns a little.] It seems that the higher ups aren’t the only one keeping their system in check.

They also don't seem to show the same desire to go home. I wonder if they've been here so long they've forgotten everything else. It would make sense why they keep to the hierarchy so strongly. [It's all pretty strange, when you really start to pick apart the logic of a place like this.

He sighs.] I love a good mystery novel, but not so much a real mystery, I think.

I'm sure many of them were like us before, but I can't imagine that at least some of them aren't native. I also haven't seen a way to leave the premises. [Which is also quite strange in itself. It's like this place exists in its own bubble. Even if he's used to the Fortress being its own entity from Fontaine, Fontaine still existed outside its walls.]

A real mystery is only truly enjoyable if you aren't the one affected by it. [A chuckle.]

...Maybe, but, ah... [His voice lowers a little as he continues, as if to keep this next bit of information between just them.] I met someone in the casino earlier with a finely tuned sense for spirits. Some of the long-term guests on the casino floor were ghosts. So I hope that they weren't like us before, because the idea of being here long enough to wind up haunting the place is... daunting.

[He takes another sip of his tea, pursing his lips as he sets the cup down.]

Yeah, that's the truth.

[Oh. This is information he definitely will tuck away for his knowledge. It makes this place, well, seem a little more dangerous.] Ah...if one were to pass away here... [It would make sense that they would be stuck in this place. That doesn't sit well with him.

He shakes his head.]

It makes me wonder if they think that if we're here long enough, we'd not want to leave after time. It feels like this place wishes to drown us in pleasures. [Falling into one's vices and getting stuck in them or something.]

Mm. Meaning that isn't a way out either, as morbid as that sounds. [Shang Qinghua would never go so far, but who knows how strongly others might be against their situation.]

That may be what happened with some of the long term guests. It's hard to say. It's something that we should all be looking out for.

Hm. [He wonders if elemental sight would have helped him see anything here, but he can't use that right now. What a shame.]

I imagine some people are more susceptible than others. There can be reasons why someone would rather be here than home, but I feel like we're getting off topic there. What matters is our own personal feelings. I have things I need to be home for, but there are things about this place that I can't help but want to unravel. [Call him a bleeding heart, but he also doesn't like the idea of people continuously pulled here either.]

Lucky for you, I imagine unraveling this place somehow might eventually be necessary. [Is it really as simple as fuck 52 people, win the game, go home? It could be, but it also might not be.

He's trying to hedge his bets here, getting to know people who might be good connections, playing the game, seeing what happens. Shang Qinghua is adaptable.

He reaches for one of the remaining dishes on the table, and picks up his chopsticks again.] Good luck to us both going forward.

Well, I think it would be impossible to not try and get to know the place intimately. [He pours out the remaining tea into both their cups.] With all the free time we'll have, people are bound to get bored.

[Hey. At least it'll be nice not to be doing paperwork for a bit. The only upside.]

Good luck to us. [A nod as he lifts his tea cup to drink.]

[Continued from here.]

I know a few people who could learn to make time for themselves. I'm well acquainted with those that only know how to work. [Looking at you, Neuvillette. Take a vacation already!!! That being said-] If you know what it looks like then why do you not take time for yourself? You cannot claim you are of not similar circumstances after everything you've told me. I simply will not believe you.

[A shake of his head and a bit of a chuckle.] Aren't we relaxing right now?

I'd love to take more time for myself! But it's just the nature of my job. I mean, I'm the only one in my platoon within the Knights. The Outriders used to be a whole group of people, but it's just me on my own. That's a lot of responsibility for one girl to handle, let me tell you! So taking time off is out of the question.

[ Circumstances would be different if she asked for help, but ... Amber is unfortunately one of these oblivious hard workers who can't see the extent of their own problem. ]

Oh! I suppose we could be relaxing right now! Wow, I really have a thing or two to learn about relaxing, huh? [ She giggles. ] Talking to you has made me feel pretty great so I think you might be onto something here! I guess I'm such a proactive person that I thought you had to do be doing something in order to relax! [ At least she's kind of self aware...! ]

[He frowns a little. Look, he can't help but judge a little bit that someone would be alone in their regime. It's the same way that he thinks that Neuvillette has much too much work for one person. Still, this situation Amber was in didn't make sense in his mind. It's like expecting him to only assign one guard to watch over the entirety of the Fortress of Meropide.] Mademoiselle...do you not see the problem? Why are you in a platoon by yourself? If it is a lot of responsibility for one person then the responsibility should be shared.

[People should get help when it is necessary. He does not handle everything on his own to keep the Fortress going. He is not a fool to not make sure he has the personnel to handle whatever might happen.

A shake of his head.] Relaxing differs from person to person, but it ultimately is something you should do that separates you from your work. A hobby or merely getting proper rest. Some might want to do something in that time that helps them unwind, but it is up to the person to find what works for them. [He gestures at her.]

You should very much consider finding something that helps you relax.

[ She waves a hand. ] It’s a long story. I’ll spare you the details, plus I don’t want to kill the vibe since it’s kind of sad.

[ Her Grandfather’s disappearance is still a sore spot for her to talk about. Nevertheless, it’s refreshing to hear such kind words, especially from a stranger. ]

I really do need something new, huh…! I guess my main hobbies outside of work are gliding and sewing, but they contribute to my job so much that it’s hard to separate them as leisure activities on their own…

[ Though finding something new that she likes may be an interesting challenge…! Maybe even in this place! ]

Well, regardless of the reasons it has gotten to that point, it would be a disservice to you and your higher ups not to seek out some form of help to relieve some of your duties.

[If he knew someone under him was working themselves into an early grave, he would definitely do something about it. Those things, he rather not let fester.]

Well, you'll probably be able to find something to do here. It's not like we can readily go back to our jobs while here. [There would surely be plenty of downtime. When people aren't sleeping around that is.] Maybe there are things that you've always wanted to try that you can try now.

[Continued from here.]

[He smiles easily as he gives the other a nice once over. After all, he doesn't have tentacles to help him get an idea of what they looked like. Only a voice and their mannerisms.

The man was surely attractive.]

You do know how to flatter don't you, monsieur. Unfortunately, I find that the clothes here a little lackluster to what I'm usual.

[ Kleken is all charming smiles in return as he stands a short distance away, clearly unfazed by the look-over he receives in return as his tentacles curl in contentment over his limbs and the air. It's only polite to allow it after the feel-over he'd given the other man just earlier. ]

Oh, only when I have a good reason to try.

[ And a very good one is standing in front of him right now. He's finding the other man quite fun, to be honest, and it's been some time since he's been able to have such a relaxed flirtation like this. ]

Hmm, a shame I don't get to see such a sight then.

[Wriothesley is unsurprised that there are even more tentacles, but it does make him wonder if the other tentacles get jealous over each other given only one of them got to fit through the hole and touch him. He thinks that would be a little amusing.]

Are you implying that you feel the need to flatter me? You know how to charm a guy, dont' you?

[He chuckles contently, at ease with the other. Wriothesley does enjoy some fun flirting.]

I think it isn't completely hopeless. I think if we have to settle down here and accumulate more money, I'll find something more befitting my tastes. I'll just have to make sure you're the first to know.

[ Tentacle politics is a tricky thing that has kept Kleken up at night more than once. But having a central brain makes it much easier to reign in all the intrusive thoughts cycling around inside him. ]

I'm not terribly experienced in doing so.

[ An absolute lie, given the way he reaches out to hook two fingers in the collar of the man's shirt, letting his thumb run over the highest button that is undoubtedly doing its best to keep that shirt closed. All the while smiling with a similar lack of innocence. ]

I'll greatly appreciate the future thought.

Hmm, is that so? [He is pretty sure that what the other said was a complete lie, but he plays along all the same.] You must be a natural then. Consider me charmed.

[His eyes flicker from Kleken's face to the fingers that linger near the button of his dress shirt.]

Is the shirt not to your liking?

[ Kleken's favorite truly is someone willing to play along with his ridiculous lies. It makes things all the more fun, after all. ]

[ Kleken's eyes dip down as well to his own offending fingers, then back up to meet the other's gaze with that same near predatory smile. ]

Oh, the problem is I like it too much. I'm finding myself eager to have it.

Monsieur. [He gasps a little and he tries to look somewhat astonished despite the mirth in his eyes, and the smile he can't quite hide.] The clothes right off my back?

[Oh, that smile though. He finds himself excited when the other smiles as they do. His hands reach up to ghost over Kleken's to help him unbutton one of the buttons.] Well, I'm not so attached to it that I think I'd be fine parting with it if you want it so much.

[ His smile and amusement only grow with Wriothesley's playfulness, settling right into bantering back with the other man as one button comes undone, then another and another if he's left unrestrained. He's rather certain he could make things quite enjoyable for them both if he is. ]

How generous of you. Of course, I would not think to leave you uncompensated.

[ Once enough buttons have been undone, the shirt held closed by just a few remaining buttons, Kleken will quite blatantly let his fingertips slide under the material of the shirt, just enough to skate over bare skin. A hint of a suggestion, if you will. ]

Though you may find my methods rather unique.

[Wriothesley is no fool of the implications. He lets it happen. A mix of desire and just plain curiosity has him wanting to see how this all plays out.

A shiver runs up his spine as he feels the way fingers dip passed the fabric of his shirt to feel him up. If they didn't show their intentions then, they're blatantly showing their intentions now.

Those words only spur Wriothesley to want more.] Unique you say. I do love creative solutions to matters. Consider my interest piqued. [He rests both his hands on either of Kleken's shoulders.]

[ Oh the way Kleken's gaze deepens at those words. If Wriothesley didn't feel like some sort of prey before, he may well feel that now with the way he's looking at him. ]

[ Given that Kleken is also a fairly slender man, especially when compared to someone of Wriothesley's stature, it's quite a sight to see him so confidently smile up under the hands on his shoulders. And continue right on with what he was doing, letting his hand slide in further until his full palm is rested against his chest. ]

[ Which he uses to gently push back against Wriothesley to guide him right back into the dressing room he'd just left. ]

Then it'd be best if we give ourselves a bit more privacy.

[A lick of his lips. He only seems exhilarated if anything.

If Wriothesley were anyone else, he might be the type to underestimate someone, but that isn't the case. He knows from experience that a book should never be judged by its cover. That, and if he knew how dangerous a teenage-looking blond might be, then he knew a slender man could be plenty of trouble.

He easily lets the other lead him back into the dressing room.] Such a gentleman. This isn't merely for a simple wardrobe change, is it? [A playful tone.]

Of course it is.

[ The playfulness is echoed in Kleken's own tone, a tentacle sliding out from the shadows of his coat to close the door behind him while his hands busy themselves with undoing the rest of those offending buttons. Another tentacle comes up to take off the hat Kleken had settled onto his head, neatly hanging it off one of the hooks. ]

Ah, but that's a lie, I hope.

[Wriothesley is rather fascinated by the tentacles and his gaze leaves Kleken's face to watch them move with interest. You can't fault a guy for being a bit entranced by a gentleman who is apparently hiding a bunch of tentacles, can you?

He does bring his gaze back to the other though. A wolfish grin as he slides the shirt off, letting it fall to the floor. The large scars on his throat are even more apparent now alongside multiple scars across his torso and arms.] I'd be a little offended. I thought I was really making friends with that one tentacle. I quite miss them even.

[ Kleken certainly doesn't mind, he's well aware that multiple aspects of his appearance are... eye-catching, to say the least. But Wriothesley himself certainly has a lot to him to look over, and Kleken lets his fingers trail over some of those scars across his torso, testing their sensitivity and the other man's reaction to the touch. ]

Though I'm quite the jealous man, I could grant a request.

[ And hopefully Wrio doesn't jump too much at the touch along the inner side of his knee, a very familiarly-sized tentacle sliding out from the bottom edge of Kleken's suit jacket. ]

If you insist.

[Wriothesley can't help the shudder that travels up his spine. He understands why it happens, but can't help the fact that the his scars are more sensitive than normal. The simple touches just feel so much more intimate as Kleken's fingers glide over the scarred tissue.]

A jealous type? I would never let myself forget such a handsome man like yourself. You needn't worry, sweetheart. My attention is on you-oh!

[He doesn't have to look down to guess what is feeling him up. He can guess that it's the same tentacle that he had became acquainted with through the gloryhole earlier.] Did they miss me that much? [He chuckles a little.]

Very much so.

[ He honestly is not, but leaning into their banter is far more fun than the truth right now. ]

[ And he continues to play that role, dragging his hand over inch after inch of scarred skin, sometimes lingering over particularly sensitive spots or letting the edge of another tentacle slip out from his sleeve to deliver a cooler stroke to a spot. All the while, the tentacle against Wrio's leg begins its teasing journey up, moving with much more purpose than it did before. ]

They're also eager to explore all the places they weren't able to before.

[This all feels very playful and Wriothesley is happy to play along. How can he not? The lingering touches over sensitive, scarred skin leaves his shivering for more. The feeling of those tentacles is foreign but delightful.

Hands reach out to wrap around Kleken's neck to tug him closer. A purr in his voice.] Is that so? Who am I to deny them then? But what about you? Are you not eager like them?

[ Wriothesley is a man with good taste and Kleken is quite appreciative for it. It's not often he meets someone who does. ]

[ He's pulled in easily with the tug, the smile in his eyes deepening in response to how nicely Wrio reacts to him. Enough so to reward such good behavior, no longer teasing (as much) as his hand finds its way to the other's nipple, rolling his thumb over it shamelessly while his lower tentacle (literal) climbs high enough to slide itself up against the front of Wrio's pants. ]

Oh, consider me the one leading the charge, so to speak.

[Kleken is rewarded in return with a shameless moan from the boxer when the other plays with one of the perky nubs. The grip on the back of Kleken's neck reflexively tightens.

He's already have hard in his pants, and that bit of friction is enough to make him sigh contently.]

Good. I'd, ah, be a little put out if you weren't also eager.

[ Oh that sounds nice. He really must hear more of it. ]

Should I be more blatant with my affections then?

[ Even though he poses the question, his body is already on the move. His hands have settled in to lightly pinch and roll those perky nubs between his fingers. The tentacle against Wrio's groan are on the move as well, curling over the bulge there and rubbing at it through the material of his pants, teasing for the moment. ]

I'd hate for you to feel unwanted.

[Wriothesley has never shied from letting his voice out unless he needed to be quiet, so he doesn't hold back the moans and noises that escapes his lips as those sinful fingers play with his chest.

He tries to grind his hips down. Tries to get more of that wonderful friction between him and the tentacle caressing him.]

Ahh, I-I don't think I feel unwanted at all. [It's quite the opposite if anything. Kleken has been looking at him hungrily since they've laid eyes on him.] Quite the ahpposite, really.

[ Kleken's predatory look is for a good reason; if anyone else were in his spot, looking at the sight of Wriothesley writhing in front of them with those lovely noises openly escaping into the air, they'd absolutely agree. ]

[ And really, Kleken just had good taste overall so any arguments against were invalid- ]

Wonderful.

[ He gives a sharper pinch and tug of his fingers, thoroughly working the other man into sensitivity. ]

But I should still be thorough to ensure no doubts come to your mind.

[ Leaning in, a light kiss is pressed to Wrio's collarbone, just over the bottom edge of ones of those scars down his neck. At the same moment, he tugs again on the other man's nipples, and at the same moment as that a much large tentacle moves to press up between the taller man's legs, finally giving him something to grind down against. At the same moment as all that the thinner tentacle slips up and slides itself down the front of Wrio's pants for more, ahem, direct contact. ]

[ It really is quite wonderful to be able to multitask so well, tentacle life is the best. ]

[A cry spills from his lips. Wriothesley's chest area had always been rather sensitive, so he can't help the needy noise that escapes his mouth as the order treats his nipples roughly alongside the chaste kisses on his scars. He feels his knees buckle a bit and his nails dig into the back of Kleken's neck as he tries to steady himself.

He lets out a breathless laugh.]

How can I have any doubts? [Honestly, it's almost overwhelming right now. Kleken's hands and mouth on him and the slide of the tentacle against his clothed erection was mindblowing.

He has to put all his weight on the other when he feels the slight cold feel of the appendage on his warm, sensitive skin that has him shuddering.] Oh. You are making a very persuasive argument if anything. [But he isn't a passive partner. His hands finally leave where they're clinging to the other and slowly traveling down Kleken's body. Curious and wanting more as it tugs the other's shirt out from their pants so he can let his fingers skim underneath the material.]

[ The hum he gives in response is clear and positively pleased, and his continued actions are the kind reward to Wriothesley for his lovely response, the slow grinding of that large tentacle between his legs and the winding curl of the secondary one around the base of the man's cock. Both motions repeated over and over with a mind-numbingly slow consistency, a build up for what else may come. ]

I'm honored by the kind words.

[ Not to mention the hands traveling over his body, just as cool to the touch as the tentacles all over Wrio. He gives a low, breathy chuckle against the other man's collar as his shirt is tugged free, letting his tongue trail over the length of another scar before speaking once more. ]

Though I don't believe you'll find my clothes a good fit for your stature.

[He tries to rock his hips, enjoying the cool feel of them against his feverish skin. It felt so damn good. The pace was steady, but his body was burning for more with each roll of his hips.

His hands shake as he tries to undo the other's shirt and get his hands on the skin underneath, the hot tongue on his scars doing a pretty good job at distracting him.]

Ah, well, I won't know until I try. I feel like I could say the same thing to you, but that didn't stop you before. [Once he manages to undo the buttons on Kleken's shirt, he's immediately running fingers over the smooth skin of the other's stomach.]

You can tell me to stop if it bothers you so.

[ Kleken has to give the man credit where it's due, for all the absolute distraction he is purposefully being (having several extra appendages makes that quite easy), Wriothesley doing a wonderful job of maintaining a conversation. However silly and light it may be. ]

I'm not bothered at all.

[ He does have to pause however to take a steadying breath in at those fingers against his body, indulging in the sensation for a moment. It's nice, a warm hand against his own cooled skin, and as 'thanks' a kiss is pressed against one of those sensitive nipples. ]

[ Kleken's teeth around the same nipple, nipping sharply at it, is also a reward. Probably. ]

I think I might like to see that, actually. But it seems we have other matters to see to first.

[ The tentacle around Wriothesley's cock squeezes then, squirming in the tight material as more of the length slides itself in, enough so that the tip can worm its way to the other man's... tip. And rub itself over it. ]

A very pressing one, in fact.

[His body jolts and he can't help the embarrassing keen as the sting of enamel against the sensitive nub only seems to bring the man more enjoyment than anything. He enjoyed the pain. The way it shocks through his system that it makes his cock twitch with want for more.

His hands stutter, the drag of nails as his hands seem to seek more something to steady himself more than anything.]

I'm, ah, I- [It's becoming very difficult to make coherent thoughts and say them when that tentacle squeezes farther into his pants and teases the to of his cock as it does. His hips jerk and his hands are definitely clinging to the other as he feels the strength in his knees die.] Fuck. That feels damn good.

[He wants more still. Addicted to being so thoroughly touched in so many places by just one man. His clothes feel unbearably tight and he wish to just get rid of them at this point.]

[ Another reaction that's carefully logged away in the gentleman's notes as he gives a seemingly soothing drag of his tongue over the spot he's just bitten before drawing his head back, studying Wrio's face with a pleased smile. The expression on his face made it apparent that he was more than ready to move on, and Kleken was happy to oblige. ]

Allow me. You look like you're having a hard time on your feet.

[ Kleken's hand is light but firm on Wriothesley's chest, pressing him fully back against the changing room wall behind him. The moment his back does touch the wall, Wrio will quite suddenly find tentacles moving to wrap around his waist and legs, working in unison to peel off the man's pants and undergarments before hoisting him into the air in front of an innocently smiling Kleken. As if he weren't the mastermind behind getting the other man undressed and so beautifully displayed in front of him. ]

Feel better?

[This is really where Wriothesley inwardly notes that he might have bitten off more than he could chew. The idea to fend for himself or fight the other off. Despite Kleken's predatory smiles, he didn't feel like he was in danger in the sense that his life was in danger.

Though, he thinks that walking about of this dressing room was going to questionable at best.

And isn't that exhilarating?

His fingers dig into the flesh of the tentacles wrapped around his waist and there's a sharp intake of breath as he's hoisted in the air by them, eyes dilated as he's fully exposed to the other.] H-Hah, can't say I'm used to this. Humans don't usually stay airborn for this long. [An anxious energy thrums under his skin as he waits to see what the other does next.]

[ Getting manhandled into nudity by a bunch of tentacles was going to be one of the less weird things that happen in this dressing room over the course of everyone's stay here... Probably. Maybe. ]

[ It would at least be one of the more enjoyable things to happen if Kleken had his full way of things. ]

[ The tentacles shift, giving Wriothesley something to hold on to while they settle themselves into place. A pair take to rubbing over his nipples, flicking against the hardened nubs while others snake themselves along the length of his body to seek out other sensitive spots, wrapping and curling and winding their way all over. One particularly bold tentacle slides itself between Wriothesley's legs from behind, twisting itself up to rub and rock against the underside of his cock. ]

[ All the while, Kleken shamelessly reaches out to rest cool hands against the other man's inner thighs and begins to slowly run his fingertips across the heated skin. Following the curve of his body to reach down and give a hard squeeze to the man's ass once his hands find their way there. He glances up as he does so, meeting Wriothesley's gaze with a growing hunger in his gaze. ]

Oh? I'll have to make certain it's a worthwhile experience for you then.

[ A tentacle rises to delicately tuck back a strand of Kleken's hair as he leans forward to tortuously drag his tongue over the head of the other man's cock without any further warning. ]

[That's probably completely untrue. How often are you gonna find tentacles in a dressing room???

That doesn't matter because Wriothesley is the one that found tentacles in a dressing room. His hands feebly grip at the two tentacles rubbing against his sensitive nipples, toes curling as he tries not to get too noisy with his moans. He's unused to having his body so thoroughly ravished all at once like this.

His head drops and he feels drool run down his chin as he writhes under all the touches. It feels so good. It's so much all at once. Kleken's gaze is so hungry. Like he's going to be eaten alive.]

Oh, that's-! [A sharp intake of breath and nails lightly dig into the tentacles.] Ah...

[ Wriothesley is just that lucky. ]

[ So lucky that he's run into tentacles that are fond of him, expressing their affections in the most mind-numbing of ways possible with eager rubs and strokes and curls over Wriothesley's body. The man controlling them all seems to be enjoying being a distraction just as much, flexing his fingers against his skin while he starts meticulously and thoroughly dragging lips and tongue and teeth over his cock, each pressure soft and teasing in contrast to his fingers and tentacles, rough and demanding and claiming as they were. ]

Shh, you'll distract me.

[ That qualifies as a warning in Kleken's mind as a tentacle slithers its way up the other man's arm to press against his lips in a silent request for entry to give the man other matters to occupy himself with. As if he weren't fully being distracted as is. ]

[His toes curl, and his hands aimlessly claw at the smooth surface of the tentacle around his waist, desperate to find something to keep him grounded as pleasure washes over his body in waves. He's completely at the other's mercy and part of it drives him nuts to not have any sort of control while the other part of him wants to drown in the feelings.

His cock twitches and leaks precum as the other teases him with their mouth.

The only thing that comes out of his mouth is a strangled little sound before it's muffled as he willingly opens his mouth to let the tentacle slip passed his lips and into his mouth.]

[ What a truly enjoyable drowning. ]

[ He drinks it in through all the senses he can: his lips opening to wrap snugly around the head of the other's cock as he fixes his gaze up once more to watch, the tentacles continuing their teasing curls and presses against the man's sensitive spots, and now the tentacle pressing its way into Wriothesley's inviting mouth, curling over his tongue and giving him something to occupy those senses. Every drop of his reaction savored for the delicacy it is. ]

[ Surely, such good behavior should be rewarded? ]

[ Teases become coaxing and building pressure. Light touches become firmer, more present. More demanding. ]

[ And a pair of lips dip lower and lower down, to quite literally drink more of him down with the most pleased of groans around him. ]

[He moans around the tentacle in his mouth, wanton and desperate, muffled by the large appendage sliding in and out between his lips. Drool travels down his chin as his hands gently claw at whatever surface his hands can desperately reach. His gaze is hazy and unfocused, unable to do anything but take all the sensations that racked his body.

Pleasure pools in the pit of his stomach, the feeling growing taut with each slide of his cock down Kleken's mouth; each writhe of a tentacle across his body. An embarrassing keen is dragged from his throat.

His body writhes and squirms. A want to escape. A greater want to feel more.]

[ Watching a man fall apart so thoroughly was a joy that more people needed to come to appreciate the way Kleken did. Wriothesley in particular was a charming sight to behold, and one he'd like to make sure he saw at least once more. ]

[ There is no escape, not from the relentless pursuit of Kleken's body working in unison over Wriothesley's. And now that he's focused on guiding the other man to his climax, his affections only get bolder and more shameless. A low groan reverberates around the cock in his mouth, sinking near fully into his throat before pulling back again, only to lavish the tip with an eager tongue. A particularly bold tentacle circles around his entrance, rubbing its slickened appendage over and over against it. ]

[ Amidst the burning pleasure, he laces in spikes of pain with the rough pinching and sucking of tentacles over his nipples, and his fingers against shaky thighs. Leaving marks in their wake that will surely make it look like an octopus had mauled the man. ]

[ Which wasn't all too far off from the truth, really. ]

[He can't think straight, only pleasure flitting through his thoughts as he lets out a low keen in the back of his throat. His cock twitches in Kleken's mouth and precum drips from the head as the other continues to suck him off.

Kleken can feel the way Wriothesley instinctively tries to clench around the tentacle teasing his entrance, as though encouraging for the appendage. Like he was still willing for more even if his thoughts were jumbled and his body was careening towards oversensitivity.

It felt so good. The delicious sting as his sensitive chest was played with and the feeling of hands and tentacle alike leaving their marks on him for him to remember later. His hand fruitlessly pats the tentacle circling his waist as he feels his impending climax coming closer and closer.]

[ Wonderful. He can feel how close Wriothesley must be getting deep in his throat, in the way he quivers so deliciously under his touches as if begging. If he didn't have a tentacle buried deep into the other's mouth, he's sure he'd get to hear some truly nice moans and perhaps even coax a few actual sounds of pleading from him. But this... this was quite nice too. ]

[ Not leaving any room for thought, the tentacle around Wriothesley's waist tightens, holding him in place with nowhere to run, as it were, as he swallows down around him again and pushes in with that slickened tentacle in one smooth movement, curling over itself to seek out that sensitive bundle of nerves that can be just the right little push the other man needs to finally fall. ]

[ 'Little,' it's going to get absolutely slammed the moment Kleken finds it. Because he may have been gentle thusfar, but it's no lie to say Kleken wants to see that wrecked face of his sooner rather than later. ]

[It hurts, but in a way that makes him go delirious with pleasure. It's the type of sting and ache that is more pleasure than pain and there's a muffled sob in the back of his throat. His mind is wonderfully blank with all the different sensations washing over his body. Kleken is relentless and there's nothing he can do about the assault on his body from every side.

The undulating tentacle inside him rubs against his prostate, and it's too much. Wriothesley's shout is garbled, muffled by the tentacle thrusting down his throat, as he fills the other's mouth his seed. His toes curl and entire body goes taught as he rides through his orgasm.]

[ This is it. The loss to rapture he'd been trying to goad Wriothesley into since he first laid hands on the man, curious to see just how much of his sanity the man would hand over to someone he'd just met. Especially one as questionably trustworthy as himself. ]

[ The answer to that curiosity... well, it was more than satisfying to Kleken's greed and has his tentacles practically curling in unspoken pleasure. Which probably doesn't help in Wrio's attempt to come down from his high, but it's probably fine. ]

[ He swallows down around him, pulling off early so he can lavish the head of his cock with his tongue while Wriothesley is still pulsing against his lips and make his intent of pushing the other man right into overstimulation all too clear. Though the tentacle down his throat starts to ease up, the ones spread across and inside their body continue to writhe inside of him at a steady rhythm. ]

I hope... you haven't had enough yet.

[His nails dig into the flesh of the tentacle still keeping him captive, writhing and squirming as though trying to escape. He feels the way the tentacle inside him still seems to pulse, pressing against his prostate and making him let out a high-pitched keen. Pleasure wracks through his body and he can only accept it, unable to get free from them.

He doesn't want to either. It feels good, even if his body is screaming as it teeters into overstimulation. It was too much, his body sensitive and his senses heightened.]

I- [He can barely find his voice, much less strong any words together as he tries to come down from his high, but Kleken giving him no room to do so.]

Oh, good.

[ As if Wriothesley were in any state of mind to respond back. He presses a last warm kiss to the shuddering tip before standing back up, eager tentacles quickly replacing his hands and mouth with a tight wrap that jerks at his cock with forceful movements. They're ready to take the man for all he has, just as the rest of Kleken is. ]

[ Speaking of which, the tentacles inside of Wriothesley are finally pulling out, giving the man a moment's respite, but if the taller man is able to pull his senses together, he'll notice that he has been angled and moved at just the right height for his entrance to be pressed right up against Kleken's hips. ]

[ It's not his dick but his fingers that press into the strung up man though, feeling over how thoroughly stretched he must be at this point while searching out for his prostate. ]

Because I'm still quite hungry for more.

[A desperate sob escapes his throat as the tentacles stroke his already spent cock. He's overstimulated and oversensitive, yet despite his usual refractory period, his cock slowly fills again. The tentacles jerking him off were forcing him into hardness again.

He whimpers, hands trying to tug the tentacle on his waist to set himself free. It's a sad attempt, really, the strength in his body barely there.]

S'too...much. [His words are slurred and his eyelashes flutter closed as he feels fingers press into him. They're thinner than the tentacles inside him, but that doesn't mean anything with how Kleken rubs the tips of their fingers against his prostate. His body shakes as pleasure assaults his entirety.]

Just a little while longer. You can manage that much, can you?

[ The soft kindness in his tone is unfortunately ill-reflected in his actions. Probably because Kleken's body has always been far more honest than his mouth. The relentless assault of his tentacles continue, spreading Wriothesley's legs wider for Kleken, and the languid stroking of his fingers over that sensitive spot inside of him once he finds it is equally unstopping. Perhaps the new angle can provide him relief, but with the way Kleken continues, it's doubtful. ]

See, your body's already reacting so well to me. It's eagerly asking me for more with this, isn't it?

[ The fingers of his free hand move to smooth over the messy slit of his hardening cock, spreading his seed over the hot skin and accentuating Kleken's words all too cruelly. ]

[He really doesn't think he can, but it's not like he has a choice. And part of him doesn't want to stop anyways. Kleken doesn't seem intent to let him free until he's completely spent and that is incredibly hot and terrifying.

Another sob falls from his lips as Kleken abuses his prostate, clenching around the digits, tossing his head back and toes curling as though trying to find anything to ground himself and knowing there isn't anything.] Ah, ha... hurts... [Archons, does it feel good though.

His cock twitches in the other man's hand, more cum dripping from the slit as the other continues to stroke him.]

[ Kleken had mentioned he'd make it a worthwhile experience for the man, and he'd meant it. Nevermind that an experience with tentacles was already unique in and of itself, Kleken's personal greed wanted to make sure that even if Wriothesley might one day run into another person with tentacles, he would still stand out in the man's memories. ]

[ And if that meant wringing the man dry, well, that was just a task he was willing to take on. ]

[ The fingers surrounding his dick and inside of him soften their touch, moving in light strokes over the sensitive skin, an action that could serve as either a blessing or a curse depending on the other man's point of view. ]

Hmm, should I soften my touch then? But isn't it unsatisfying to do so?

[ Kleken really should get out of the habit of trying to hold conversations with people in terrible positions to. ]

[It's maddening. The almost sweet touches that make him desperate for more mixed with his body begging for it to stop at the same time. He wants the pleasure, but he doesn't even know if he can handle anymore.

His gaze is hazy with eyes unfocused and there's no strength in the way his hands claw or try to keep hold of anything. He can already feel another orgasm build in the pit of his belly, unable to stop Kleken from milking him of every drop of cum.]

Hah... please... [He doesn't know what he's even begging for at this point. More? To stop? He doesn't know, but he still hopes somehow the smaller man will deliver.]

[ Once more, a kiss that's all too gentle is pressed to Wriothesley's jaw, with an open fondness he suspects is lost on the man in the state he's in. Ideal, really, because Kleken's romanticism has so easily been mistaken for actual relationship intent in the past and he would hate for a repeat of prior events. He has his doubts that Wriothesley was the type, from what little he knew of the man, but... ]

[ Best not to leave too much room for misinterpretation. ]

[ And surely there isn't much to misinterpret about fucking a man unconscious. ]

Good boy. Just a touch more.

[ A touch or two, to speak more honestly. Sliding his fingers out, he feathers another kiss to that trembling jaw as he runs a tentacle over his own cock, slicked with a manifestation of his weakened water Luminatics. The press in is undoubtedly easier with the work his tentacles did before him, but the heat around him is more than enough to pull a soft groan from his lips. ]

[A low whine in the back of his throat escapes.

The words Kleken says probably gets exactly what he wants from the delirious man. He was a good boy, wasn’t he? He wants to continue to be a good boy for the other, the words washing over him gently. Even if his body was already at its limits, he wants to satisfy the other. To hear those sweet words of praise once again.

Eyes fluttering shut as he moans, a feeble hoarse sound, as Kleken presses his length inside. He clenches around it, body squirming as he’s filled once again.] Ah… hah…

[He barely registers the gentle kisses, his body already overwhelmed by sensations, but he tries to tilt his head to press a sloppy kiss to the corner of Kleken’s mouth, eyes unfocused and hazy with lust.]

[ Perfect. ]

[ Wriothesley feels wonderful inside, delightfully hot around him in a way that has him groaning his pleasure. The shaky kiss he's given only adds to the pleased sound, helping the dazed man by turning his head to deeply kiss him back. Though is it helping if he's kissing his breath away while being an absolute yapper himself? ]

Ah... you're still so tight around me, did you know? Perhaps I should have used a thicker tentacle to loosen you up more. But what a wonderful job you're doing.

Stay with me until the end, yes?

[ Though with how overworked the man is, he's rather sure he won't be able to. Not when Kleken starts moving his hips in a steady rhythm with focused grinds of his hips against his prostate like he'd found earlier. And if he can survive that, there's still his tentacles teasing at his nipples, his cock, and his balls all over again, focused on dragging the man back into the throes of endless pleasure once more. ]

[ Good luck, Wriothesley. ]

[The words barely register in his mind. He barely parses any of it, but he does hear 'stay' and 'end' and his mind cobbles up whatever that might mean. Wriothesley nods, though it's impossible to tell if he actually knows what he's agreeing to.

Whether he actually can.

His body has long since been pushed passed its limits, the pleasure his body was feeling is barely even something he can mentally parse. What hurts and what was pleasure all felt the same. It was all sensation burning through his body and he can only accept it because there's truly no strength left in his body.

The boxer's moans are feeble sounds, too hoarse now from the overuse of his voice. His body is slack and the only reason one can tell that he's still barely conscious is his unfocused gaze through half-lidded eyes. And even then, that's a stretch with how the man seems to struggle to hold on.] Ah... Hah...... [The desperation to cling on even though it was a losing battle.]

[ He's done so well to hold on for as long as he did and to be frank, Kleken had expected the man to pass out a while ago. At the very least, when he'd finally started taking the man himself. ]

[ He keeps up that demanding pace, working Wriothesley to his very breaking point without rest or break. Or a final release, not until he's done as well, pouring low moans and bites over the other's chest, leaving more than a few marks from both teeth and tentacle suckers. Each time he can feel the man start to lose consciousness, he coaxes him back with gentle touches of a tentacle, over and over again, all the way until Kleken can feel the edges of his own orgasm finally come for him. ]

[ Then, finally, pressing his hips deep with a grind that makes him shiver as well, he groans out his own release and a last softly heated murmur. ]

Come for me one last time, like a good boy.

[Wriothesley is nothing if not stubborn and it's really the only thing keeping him conscious. He's barely all there, mind lost from all the pleasure.

Kleken doesn't relent. The mix between gentle touches or the sting and ache of something harsher. Pleasure mixed with pain, but no longer able to differentiate between them. All he can do is feel.

He feels the other man reach their climax, the hot warmth filling him coupled with those sweet words. Wriothesley comes with a hoarse cry, voice shot and no energy left in him. He spills his seed before everything goes black. The boxer goes slack in Kleken's tentacles, body and mind completely spent.]

[ Ah, he really did manage to hold on until the end. ]

[ With a small smile, Kleken presses the softest of kisses to the corner of Wriothesley's mouth before pulling back, tentacles already on the move to clean them both up as best they can. Quite luckily for the boxer, Kleken does believe in aftercare and his water abilities conveniently mean that the messes splattered across the man's chest and body can be fully cleaned up. Wiped up, clothes changed, and stained clothing discreetly tossed away, leaving them both neatly dressed. ]

[ Once decent, Wriothesley is gently carried over to a resting couch in the changing area, laid carefully onto the couch with a larger jacket set over his body to keep from getting too cold. While taking him to somewhere more comfortable might have been the kinder thing to do, especially for the man's back after everything, Kleken had little idea of where exactly to leave his body and so... well, this would have to do for now. ]

[ He's sure the other man would understand. ]

Do rest well.

[ He is absolutely taking Wrio's shirt with him as he goes. ]

[Continued from here.]

[Wriothesley seems more than happy to deepen the kiss. He parts his lips for the other and entwines their tongues. He isn't an unwilling participant by any means. His gaze is half-lidded, cold steel blue eyes framed with dark, black lashes.

A tilt of his head when they break the kiss and the other speaks.]

Hm? I don't find a kiss to be something I would be unwilling to give.

[Handsy aren't you? He doesn't move away though. Instead he lets out a laugh.] Is that what it seems?

[ Even a kiss is a great concession for some. Seimei had thought he might have to work harder to convince this man to trade favors with him, especially since he was attractive. People who had a natural advantage of good looks often knew exactly how to use them as leverage to gain a little extra influence, and Seimei thought that Wriothesley would take more advantage of that.

But here he is, perfectly charming and generous with his affection. It only makes him more attractive. ]

You meet a stranger and allow them to take something sweet right away. Even for a trade, that’s quite the offering. What could be kinder than that?

[ His grin into the kiss is playful as Seimei slides his hands down Wriothesley’s exposed skin, purposely catching his fingertips on the jut of his hip as he skims too low. ]

Since you are so kind, will you allow me to indulge a little more?

[Seimei is an interesting fellow, he thinks. The differences between them are astounding. Not their appearances, but the way that Seimei seems to view the world is something that itches his curiosity.]

It seems that how we view a kiss are very different. [Perhaps forms of intimacy weighed heavier to Seimei than they did to Wriothesley, whom had used it easily as transactional more than once.

But he also feels a bit like prey right this moment. Seimei wasn't being aggressive by any means, but there is a slyness in their actions.

It just so happens that he is a curious man and if he wanted to see how far things went, then who could blame him? He shivers a little into Seimei's touch, but there's a playful grin on his face.] I can't say no when you're asking so sweetly. Indulge away.

[ Everything, even the smallest gesture of kindness, to a youkai comes with a price of some kind. Permission is a gift, and Seimei pays his respects because he knows how valuable a person's attention is. Even a kiss is kind, and he smiles at the invitation like Wriothesley just offered him the moon.

He doesn't hesitate either. He said "a little," but as soon as he's given the word, Seimei's fingers fit neatly between Wriothesley's legs, kneading with his fingers as he strokes and fondles his arousal. A tilt of his head lets him find the edge of his collarbone, and Seimei sets to work like he considers claiming that skin his personal duty, kisses and dragging the hint of fangs over the hard line until it's flushing red. ]

You're so warm. You'll lend me some of that heat, won't you?

[Hey. He can get used to a guy who looks like you've given them the world by giving them consent. It's kind of flattering.

Damn though, you give a guy an inch and they take a mile. Already, that hand is on him and stroking his cock to life. Still, he doesn't stop them, nails digging into Seimei's shoulders as he shivers with a moan. A slight buckle of his knees, not expecting the forwardness.

His mind is honed in on all the sensation. The hand between his legs and the teeth against his skin. If only the other would bite down...]

You know what? Sure. We're already this far. [Fuck it, he's easy and the other was already making their intentions known and he was going along with it.]

[ The voice seems calm enough, but the moan and bite of Wriothesley's nails into his shoulders tell a different, much more exciting story. This is also the problem with agreeing to anything with a youkai--without hard rules, Seimei makes his own. He presses for more, eagerly and greedily, leaving wet kisses along the lean body wherever his mouth can reach. A trail of desire works its way up from Wriothesley's chest to his throat, and there Seimei stops, nuzzling sweetly as he makes a ring with his thumb and forefinger right under the head of his new prey's cock, turning his wrist slightly to tease him with a light touch over that sensitive area. ]

Ah, good, that's what I was hoping you would say.

[ He purrs into his skin, kissing him almost like a reward. ]

You smell so good I need more of you. You like this too, right?

[ The far too gentle question and feathery touch under the man's cockhead is followed by a sharp bite as Seimei bares down with his teeth just under one side of Wriothesley's jaw. He's happy to claim the stranger as his prize, drinking up his pleasure through the reactions he gets and demanding ownership, even if it's only for one encounter. ]

[His eyes flutter closed and he shudders as he feels the hand on his cock expertly tease him. The towel around his waist had long since slid to the floor, offering Seimei a full view of the man currently in his arms.

He only vaguely remembers how they got to this point in the first place. Remembers the other had told him he smelled good earlier too. Even if there's a haze of lust slowly creeping through his mind, he's still aware enough.] Smell good, huh? What do I smell like? [Surely the other is willing to answer. It's a simple enough question.

Not that he gets to think much on the matter. The gentle touches and feather light kisses are cut through by the sink of teeth into his skin. An arch of his back and his cock twitches with interest as he feels that sharp pain shoot straight to the pit of his stomach.] A-Ah, you really don't hold back after you get permission, don't you?

[ Once he gets that view, Seimei savors it. He indulges freely in admiring the stranger's body, letting his hands tease out reactions by exploring the sensitive areas around toned muscle and a solid frame. It's a personal game, finding the sweet spots that bring shivers and moans reward him for his effort, and Seimei takes personal pleasure in memorizing the best spots. The places that he can use later to make his knees really bend with pleasure and surrender. ]

Like a brisk night. [ Seimei whispers against Wriothesley's cheek, answering like it's a secret between them. ] You smell like a rendezvous at the edge of spring, but when I touch you, your skin is quite warm.

[ He laughs softly, licking over the bite mark he just left, teasing the sting. ]

Do you want me to hold back? Or would you rather have more? You seem to be enjoying it.

[ His hand slides over the full length arching between them, stroking the cock that is showing his partner's interest despite his questioning. ]

You can have whichever you want. I'm enjoying it too.

[Seimei was certainly experienced. It seemed they know exactly how to touch and find the best spots to bring pleasure to one's body. Not that the other really has to try. With so many scars on his body, plenty of spots end up sensitive because of the scarred tissue. His neck and chest in particular make him weak in the knees and rewards Seimei with the most delightful moans as he struggles to keep himself upright. If not for leaning much of his weight on the other, he'd probably have buckled by now.

And how poetic. He had expected something more concrete and specific, but instead the other has flourished it. Ah, they really knew how to seduce someone, didn't they?

A laugh that quickly devolves into a moan.] I am enjoying it. I think I'd lose my mind if you held back at this point. [Call him easy, but if the other was trying to get into his metaphorical pants, then he sure is letting them.

His voice comes out low and purrlike.] I gave you plenty of permission. What's holding you back now?

[ He had at one point been the gods' little favorite, and that wasn't merely because he had served to run their errands. Seimei knows what a fox knows, and that includes finding ways of pleasing even the most difficult personalities. Wriothesley is a much easier partner to have, responding easily to his touch and his soft encouragement. If everyone were this honest, he would never have to sleep in an empty bed.

And he could admire the way Wriothesley bends to his own pleasure for hours if even the chance. Seimei holds him upright, letting him lose himself in the languid strokes as he nuzzles against his partner's neck, leaving another, gentler bite at the dip between it and his shoulder which promises something more. He could leave another mark, but first he wants to feel the other around him. They haven't gotten that far yet. ]

I like the way you look. Like this, full of anticipation.

[ Purring and going weak with arousal. It's addicting to someone who thrives off of energy. Wriothesley's heightened need spurs him on as much as the strange scent that first caught his interest. Seimei slides his hand up to the top of Wriothesley's cock, ducking his head to leave a sharp nip of teeth against his chest as he presses his thumb against the tip and rubs over the sensitive slit. His tongue flicks against the nipple close by, and he teases it as he keeps rubbing small circles over Wriothesley's flushed tip. ]

Can I have you?

[ The question sounds like it could almost be innocent. ]

You look so good like this, I can't resist. Give yourself to me?

[ His hand skips down, tightening around the base of Wriothesley's cock and holding him there, keeping his release in check. ]

[Wriothesley was just a man. How can he not fall for the siren's call when it comes to pleasures of the body. Honestly? Why shouldn't he enjoy it? There's nothing shameful about enjoy himself and he was a simple man.

It wasn't really his plan, especially after having just washed up, but he wasn't about to complain. He was willing and his partner was equally so.]

You've given me plenty to look forward to, monsieur...

[He bucks his hips into Seimei's hand, a shameless cry as the other teases the tip of his cock and one of his nipples. Precum leaks from the slit and he chews at his bottom lip as he clings to some semblance of control even as the other assaults him with mind numbing pleasure.

He laughs something hoarse.] Greedy already? That's a loaded question, if I ever heahhrd one. [And he feels the wording is very specific. Too specific.

One of his hands from Seimei's shoulders slowly travel down their chest and torso until he cups the other's crotch with a breathy little sound.] I'll let this inside me if that's what you're asking. [Wriothesley was not someone, he thinks, that will let someone have him in every sense of the meaning. And with how easily this man takes, he gets the feeling that he should make his words exact.]

[ The scent from the shampoo was definitely to blame for getting his initial attention, but once he started to get reactions out of Wriothesley, the allure of having him at his mercy, eagerly chasing pleasure far outstripped any magical influence they were already under. Seimei laughs in response to the answer he gets, rolling his hips forward into Wriothesley's hand with a shameless hum of pleasure as he grinds his erection against the curve of the waiting palm. ]

That's right. I'm greedy when it comes to adorable things.

[ He's definitely going to tease him. And if he gets another chance, Seimei thinks he can gradually convince this man to give up more of himself than just a quick, passionate afternoon in the showers. ]

Let me come inside you then. And if you enjoy it, you can tell me later if you'd like to meet again.

[ He bites down after saying that, leaving another mark just above Wriothesley's nipple where he's been teasing him. His tongue soothes over the sting, circling his nipple again as he swipes along his chest. Seimei keeps one arm at Wriothesley's back to keep him upright while the other begins stroking his cock again with deliberately slow drags, coaxing him closer to orgasm while not giving him any pace to actually achieve it. ]

Isn't it natural to want to keep something beautiful if you find it? I'd feel disappointed if I never met you again.

[Wriothesley palms at Seimei's erection, enjoying the way the man's body slides against his. Delectable.

He barks out a laugh.] Adorable? That's a new one. [He doesn't think he has ever been called adorable. Maybe was a baby or a small child. Moments he does not remember from age.] I think we have very different ideas as to what adorable entails.

[A shameless moan as he feels the sting of enamel on him and the way it goes straight to his dick. His chest already so sensitive and the sting does a lot to drive him slowly crazy with want.] Hah...I don't think you should worry about me enjoying it or not. Besides, I'm easy. I wouldn't be opposed to another round in the future. [Wriothesley had no qualms about casual sex. Hell, he would prefer it. No strings attached sex where it's just about enjoying oneself.]

I guess I wasted my time showering though... [He'll definitely have to clean up after, but that was alright. There was just something quite enjoyable about being filled that he won't say no to.

A breathless little laugh as he tugs the other closer. Wants to press their bodies together and grind against Seimei.] Aren't you a flatterer though? Consider me seduced, sweetheart.

I like the taste of you.

[ He moves up Wriothesley's body when he's pulled in closer, letting them grind together, the nails of one hand dragging playfully over Wriothesley's chest to urge him into more excited responses. Seimei presses in close, catching Wriothesley with a kiss so he can bite the other's lip and attempt to swallow any moans his touches elicit. He'd love to have this man on call for future encounters, maybe even something more practical like a trade of some kind, but for the moment he's happy to indulge in the pleasure of a quick physical romp between two strangers. The man is hot and that's all he actually needs for a good time. ]

I have to worry about whether you're enjoying it. I want you to enjoy even more.

[ He has to let go of the straining cock to make his point, pulling Wriothesley down closer so he can purr against his neck. ]

After this, I'll help you wash yourself again. Everywhere I touch. How does that sound?

[ Since he has every intention of making a mess of the shower. There's something satisfying about even a temporary claim Seimei can't resist. He reaches around to Wriothesley's back side and slides his hand between his cheeks, rubbing against him as he thrusts his hips from the front. His own erection is already heavy and hard as it rubs against the other cock. ]

Consider this our way of testing their facilities. They want us to enjoy the showers, don't they? We're just making sure the hot water works properly.

Oh? But you have barely had a taste of me, monsieur. Should you not hold off on your opinions until you have had a proper taste?

[Wriothesley arches his back beautifully as he moans. Eyelashes fluttering and gaze hazy with list as he lets the other touch him as he pleases. He rolls his hips with no shame, chasing that wonderful friction between their erections. Enjoying the way pleasure washes over him.

His arms wrap around Seimei's neck, keeping them close.]

Mm, alright. Since you're offering, I can only assume that you intend to give me reason to need the assistance.

[He won't let the other have him as they want, but he can let the man ruin him for a hot and steamy moment in the showers.] What are you waiting for? Don't keep a guy waiting too long, sweetheart.

You're not going to lose this already, are you?

[ Seimei presses against Wriothesley's erection, laughing softly as he rubs up against him to push him even further into arousal. He might not be able to coax out a complete agreement from this person yet, but he won't overlook the potential of future encounters if this goes well. Having him in the shower is already promising.

Seimei leads them back out of the water spray so he can grab the container of lubricant resting near the other shower products--clearly because the resort has a very specific goal in mind for their bathroom activities. He has to laugh a little as he squeezes some out onto his hand, teasing his fingers between Wriothesley's ass cheeks to rub against his opening. ]

Are you ready? If we go too quickly, you might not be able to stand.

You insult me. As if I could go soft with such a handsome man giving me such intimate attention.

[He lets the other lead him along, happy to let the other take the reigns. His hands aren't idle though, wanting to touch the other as much as possible. Fingers glide over smooth skin, seemingly mapping the wonderful body pressed up against him.]

Oh? If you say it like that, I'll want to challenge it. Do your worst. [A devilish grin.] Let's see if you can make that statement a reality.

[ Seimei rubs up against Wriothesley's wet body lithely like a big cat marking his territory, grinning at the challenge his teasing gets him. That's exactly what he wants. He laughs, pulling Wriothesley to him as he thrusts his fingers inside him, aiming for too much stimulation right away. After all, Wriothesley said he wants to test it, and Seimei lives for the satisfaction of stoking his partner's arousal into completely overwhelming them. He purrs softly, using the steady stretch of his fingers and teasing massage against his insides to urge Wriothesley to want even more. ]

Then, stand as long as you can.

[ He sinks his teeth into the warm flesh at the crook of his neck, pressing deep into him as he does. ]

But don't get mad at me if you need to be carried later.

[Oh, the other really doesn't hesitate at all, do they? The mix of pain and pleasure shoots through his body, a groan as he arches his back and clenches around the digits pressed into him. His nails dig into Seimei's flesh as he tries to ground himself, though he thinks the other is doing whatever they can to make sure he can't. The way the other is already pressing fingers deep inside him and stretching him out as they sink their teeth into his flesh has his mind struggling to keep up with the cocktail of sensations.

It makes him moan in delight more than anything.

He has to take a moment to gather his thoughts enough to reply back.] Only if you're promising to carry me back to bed, darling.

[If he's given the opening, Seimei is much like any youkai who will take the offer without hesitation. It's also what leads them to often get trapped or tricked by humans, but he certainly isn't afraid of that. The sting of nails spurs his predatory hunger even more, making him crave those moans like an addiction. Stroking Wriothesley's prostate, he stretches them even more, pushing toward the edge of overstimulation as he licks over the marks left by his teeth, soothing the sore spot only to shift his aim to bite again, this time at the side of Wriothesley's throat. A brief flash of fangs sink further than his other teeth, but after Seimei clamps down on the soft flesh, he nuzzles the spot with another hum of approval to mix the pain with a soft brush of gentleness.]

I'll carry you to bed so I can drink your pleasure.

[Pulling his fingers back out of Wriothesley, Seimei turns him so he can guide his own flushed cock to the waiting entrance. It's still too early as he eases in, and although he moves slowly and with plenty of lubricant, he pushes past the strain of muscle that he didn't wait to loosen completely.]

I don't want you to be able to hold it back. How many times can I make you come?

[He thrusts against him with that question. Still with a slow, deliberate slide inside him, but aiming to rub against the sensitive knot inside as Seimei wraps around him and drags his nails down the front of Wriothesley's torso, seeking more sensitive spots to tease.]

[The pleasure that wracks through his body is mind numbing as the other bullies his prostate and leaves more marks on his throat. He'd complain about the lost of those fingers in him if he didn't already feel the press of Seimei's cock against his entrance so soon after.

Pained moans escape the boxer's lips as his hands brace the wall in an attempt to try and steady himself. It hurts, but Archons, it feels so good. The ache of being split open on the other's cock has him a little delirious. It hurts, but it definitely doesn't deter him if the way that Wriothesley rocks his hips with Seimei's thrusts has anything to say about it.]

I- ahh, are you always this relentless or am I just special? [The answer doesn't matter. He's just bantering back even as each thrust seems to be making him less and less coherent.]

[The moans and shuddering responses make Seimei want to tease Wriothesley even more. Feeling the way the other rocks against him and clenches around his cock make the thrusts even more pleasurable, drawing tight gasps out of the fox as he laughs with a breathless excitement, driving deeper into the other as he tries to pin Wriothesley with his body against the bathroom tiles.]

You said you wanted the challenge, didn't you?

[He purrs the words deceptively softly against Wriothesley's neck as he thrusts again, breath coming out hot against his ear.]

Isn't this how you want it? Or is it not enough?

[He can't help the whine in the back of his throat as he shivers against the cold tile. The cool, smooth material against his hot body was relieving in ways as the other continues to thrust into him.]

I, ah, did.

[Oh, that purr is delightful. It raises the flesh and hairs on the back of his neck, and his hands scrabble against the tile. When Seimei seems to offer more though, how can he say no? He's nothing if not a glutton for punishment.]

Mm, are you saying you're holding back on me?

[The whine of pleasure earns Wriothesley another deep thrust, this one rougher and braced as Seimei's hand wraps around his waist to steady their movements and aim for his prostate. The slide of his cock within the tight warmth of Wriothesley's body gets a low noise, soft and amused, as Seimei hums at the question.]

Do you want me to stop holding back? But you're moving so beautifully.

[ He lets his hands close over Wriothesley's erection, one hand teasing the sensitive head and dipping a finger into the slit as the other cups and kneads his balls. The thrusts slow as he teases him, but Seimei continues to press in deep, seeking to sink right to the hilt. ]

I don't want you to finish too early. You'll leave me hungry.

[He lets out more moans, unable to hold back his voice as the other bullies his prostate with their cock. Honestly, he doesn't even know if he wants the other to stop. Not when pleasure wracks his body with every thrust.]

Can't- Can't move much when you got me ahhgainst the wall like this...

[Not that he's complaining. There's something arousing about being shoved against the wall. A buckle of his knees as Seimei starts to stroke him with each thrust. A hand reaches up to sink fingers into Seimei's hair, fingers firm against the back of the other's neck.]

S-Sweetheart...I won't last like this. [Not with the other drowning him in so much attention.]

You can't? But that's not true at all...

[Seimei whispers with hot breath against Wriothesley's neck, pulling back so he can put more attention into stroking his cock, smearing the precum as he drags his hand along the length with long, firm strokes. He only sinks back in, trusting up against Wriothesley so his chest presses tightly into the other's back, when he feels the hand pull at his neck and hair, fingers pressing hard into his own skin. His groans softly, his hand and cock sliding with the same rhythm.]

Come for me. I won't let this end after just one time, so you can feel free to enjoy this moment completely.

[His mind doesn't even register the following words after Seimei's order. He hears the other tell him to come for them and it's all he needs to go over the edge. Wriothesley comes with a cry, his seed spilling and getting on the shower wall and Seimei's hand as the other continues to thrust in and out of him as he rides through his orgasm.

His legs shake and the only thing really keeping him upright is the wall and the gorgeous man he was sandwiched between.]

[ When he feels Wriothesley jerk around him, his arm braces the boxer around the waist, holding him upright as he trembles and clenches into the thrusts. The tight shudder of muscles has Seimei groaning, but he keeps thrusting, pushing deeper and pinning Wriothesley up against the tile as he chases the rush of pleasure and heady need prompted by his partner's orgasm. He laughs softly through the shaking of his own breathing as he keeps rocking against him, almost lovingly as his other hand continues to stroke Wriothesley's cock, coaxing out as much as he can from it. ]

Good boy. Hold on now so you don't fall.

[ That's the warning he gets as Seimei finally spills inside him. It's almost peaceful, with Seimei sinking in and shooting his seed without a jerk or yell, still rubbing the sensitive spots like he's driven to massage the boxer past completion and into a frenzy. When he finally steadies them both, Seimei kisses the side of Wriothesley's neck, sighing with a warm breath. ]

You'll allow me to have another meeting, won't you? We can't part and never see each other after this.

[A hand immediately reaches to grasp the arm around his waist, nails digging into the flesh, while the other one stays braced against the wall. Seimei's words settle over his skin so wonderfully that he can't help but shudder in the other's arms. He had been good hadn't he?

And he's honestly rewarded when he feels warm fill him as Seimei climaxes into him. He moans shamelessly as the other grinds into him, his mind barely registering the other's words. It takes him another moment to find his voice, words hoarse.]

How can I say no to such sweet words like that?

[ The bite of nails and the shudder as Wriothesley gets pulled to him almost makes Seimei not want to let him go at all. He hums, leaning down to bite Wriothesley's shoulder, breath hot as he pants into his skin and kisses the spot to ease the sting. His hips thrust a few more times, slower, burying deep inside him as he retraces his movements. ]

I would like to do something like this again. You're so beautiful, but I didn't get to see your face properly. Next time, will you let me see how you look?

[ He shifts his arms into a more comfortable embrace, pulling Wriothesley back against him so he can stroke his stomach and chest. ]

I'd really like to give you more than just a quick orgasm in the shower. Although it was fun. You deserve more.

[A shuddering moan escapes his lips as he feels the sting of teeth before the other soothing it with his tongue. His body is spent, but it still brings a wave of pleasure that teeters into too much, his body so sensitive to everything while his body slowly falls from its high

He lets the arm braced against the wall drop to rest atop of the ones embracing him with a pleased sigh.]

Are you always trying this much to seduce someone or am I just special. [He laughs a little, not at all making any attempt to pull away even as he feels the other softening inside him. He's comfortable embraced like this.]

I feel like I'm going to swoon with you buttering me up that much. I don't need that much convincing, even if it is rather nice.

[ Seimei doesn't pull back from Wriothesley. Still holding him close, he presses his face to the back of the boxer's head, kisses the nape of his neck as he feels him twitch and shudder as he strokes his sensitive body. There's a comfortable intimacy in holding the man against him, letting him relax in the afterglow of orgasm. ]

I've been told I'm just greedy. [ As foxes tend to be. ] I want to swallow up all the sounds of your pleasure and find out what makes you want more.

[ He smiles into another kiss, this one against Wriothesley's ear. ]

Why wouldn't you be special? You have a beautiful voice and an honest spirit. I would be more surprised if you met people who didn't want to hold you like this.

[ It says a lot that Wriothesley is letting Seimei embrace him, still inside him, and can be this relaxed with someone he just met. ]

Maybe you're the one seducing me. Not everyone is this charming to a stranger. I won't be able to get you out of my mind now.

There's no harm in being a little greedy. [As long as it doesn't harm others, he thinks that being greedy is fine. People should be allowed to pursue what they want, right?] But you'll just have to be surprised then. Not everyone wants that with me. I'm flattered you think so highly of me. I'm just another sinner next to the next person.

[Inmates laid with him aplenty when he was an inmate. It was for quick and hurried satisfaction. Something to take the edge off on long days. Now, as the warden of the Fortress of Meropide, he couldn't pay an inmate enough credit coupons to get into his bed nor would an average Fontaine citizen also be caught dead warming his side.

So, maybe this was nice. It has been a hot minute since he has had a good romp and Wriothesley was more used to a quick fuck then separating. This wasn't so bad.]

Oh? Maybe you're just easily charmed. I'll have to take advantage of the power I have over you in the future then. [His tone is playful of course.]

[ He really couldn't have stumbled on a more attractive stranger. Seimei had approached Wriothesley for what he thought might be a quick and maybe even chaste exchange, since most people would be wary of strangers catching them in the showers. But now he's absolutely taken by the man. His physical chemistry is unmatched and his charm, as much as Wriothesley denies it, makes him even more attractive. A quick fuck would have already been a great find, but now Seimei's brain is working on ways to encounter this man again. He can't leave it as one fuck. ]

Promise me you will.

[ As if he'll turn down a good opportunity like that when it's offered. ]

Take advantage of me next time. I look forward to it.

[He laughs and finally pulls away from the other. A shiver as he feels the careful slide of Seimei's cock out of him and their spend drip down his inner thigh. His mouth quirks in a smile as he turns and he presses a quick kiss to Seimei's lips before playfully nipping at them.]

Sweetheart, there's no need to be so desperate. I promise. [A wink.] And I don't leave promises unfulfilled. I'll make sure that you get exactly what you asked for next time.

[ He would normally laugh at that, but somehow the combination of the light, teasing kiss and the playful promise has Seimei caught by Wriothesley's handsome eyes, moved by how easily the man can say those things, offer such an easy promise, when he doesn't have to. It leaves him a little breathless, realizing that the man is right. He does feel desperate to see him again. ]

You don't?

[ Usually he doesn't believe that, because humans use words easily, but somehow Wriothesley's wink has Seimei's heart fluttering. ]

In that case, I'll find you again... and I look forward to whatever you give me next time.

[ He can't help cupping his cheek with his hand one more time. It's unfair for a man to be that attractive and charming. ]

Do you want me to carry you to bed so you can rest for now?

I like to live an honest life, is all. It hardly seems fair to promise something that I don't intend to go through with. I wouldn't do that to someone who is treating me so well, after all.

[Wriothesley does mean his words though. He much rather outright refuse than to say something and not mean it. He had been deceived by others in the most painful of ways that he would never do that to someone else.

He turns his head to press a kiss to Seimei's palm, grin on his face and eyes bright with mirth.]

Hey, I can still walk, you know. Don't let me take more of your time than I already have. I'm sure there are others whom you can seduce with that sweet talk of yours.

[ Being told he treated Wriothesley well does seem to have an effect, making Seimei shift slightly with a pleased noise in his throat. Satisfaction goes both ways, and as much as he enjoys taking his own pleasure, it's nice to be able to be seen as something positive to another person. Even if it's only because they had a quick, hot exchange in the shower. The lips against his palm prompt him to brush Wriothesley's cheek with his fingers. ]

Seduce? I only wanted to taste a little... Well, if you feel all right, I can let you clean up. But I'll be sure to see your handsome face again.

[ Whether by chance or by seeking him out. After such a good time, Seimei can't just forget him and let him be. ]

[He chuckles.] This only counts as a little? Will you devour me whole someday then? How dangerous. [And yet, his tone is playful. There's no hint of wariness in his tone. Wriothesley is fairly content, still really coming down from the high.]

Go on, I can clean myself up. There's still plenty of this place to get acquainted with. [People also.]

[ Oh dear. If only he knew how close to true that joke really was. The fox would love to devour more of him, to suck him dry and leave him completely dazed from overwhelming pleasure. If Seimei were a little more cruel, he might have tried to urge his new friend into seeing just how many times he could come before passing out in bliss, but he reins in the youkai's instincts.

Instead, he just smiles and fondly brushes his fingers through Wriothesley's hair one more time. ]

Very well. Take good care of yourself.

[ He has no doubt that this one will end up making plenty of friends. Seimei starts to leave the bathroom, letting illusion fall over him and mask him from view before he's even through the door. He can't help showing off a little bit as he goes. ]

[Continued from here.]

[You have your own??? Why would you take his?!!

Let him live, okay. Man lived most of his life without a caring touch and he's absolutely living for these moments. Sex is great, but you ever just get the best scratches behind your ears?

Oh, but what she says really drops straight into the pit of his stomach and when he opens his eyes, they have definitely dilated along with a slight shudder. Obviously, he is far from opposed to the prospect. It wouldn't be the first time he got on his knees for someone nor would it be last.] 'm not that tall, but you can always find out yourself. [A lot of the guys are about her height, so she has her work cut out for her. But at the very least, this guy seems far from bothered at the idea of being brought to his knees.

Besides, isn't she doing that right now? She's really trying to kill him, it feels. Those hands in his hair and the way her fingers press against the back of his neck in such a wondrous way that he can't help but let his eyes slide shut again. His shoulders droop and she can feel his warm breath against her skin as he sighs contently.

Forget the painting, he feels like he's being spoiled rotten right now.] You really out here pampering me and I think I rudely not even offered a name. Wriothesley...

[ Aw, come on, Wrio, now you're just making this easy.

She can see it in his eyes, after all. The way those words have struck a cord, and maybe if he's going to be that good about things, she can be a little more generous than she was otherwise considering. He's not her usual type, but... those eyes, that hair, the surprising gentleness that he moves with, it's all winning him points. Plus, he's built fantastically, and while she usually likes some wider hips and softer hands, she can appreciate the hard work that he's put in.

Decisions, decisions. She'll have to see how she feels in the next ten minutes or so. ]

Yeah, I bet I can. Seems like you'd like it that way.

[ She's teasing, but not meanly, and with Vi there is absolutely a noticeable difference. And she's keeping her hands working, massaging the base of his neck and digging in her fingers nicely. Her nails are kept short, manageable, but she still rakes them slowly over his skin to help those pleasant little shivers down his spine. She'd say he's earned that by now.

Has earned, in fact, her hand coming around to tilt his head back a little as she leans closer. There's a warmth in her eyes, and maybe a little bit of hunger, but she's really just doing this to get out of the elevator. Really. ] Yeah, I'm not gonna remember that. [ Just being honest. You're probably "pretty boy" for life, Wriothesley, unless she gets more creative. ] Just call me Vi. And don't read too much into this.

[ Into what? Why, her leaning in to kiss him, of course, slow and warm as she works her lips against his. ]

[He is easy, okay!!! He knows he is!!!

Wriothesley let's out a breathless little chuckle when she speaks. He won't deny that he would quite enjoy it. There's always something rather enjoyable about being on the receiving end, especially when that person is so very confident about it. Confidence is hot and easy way to get him going.]

H-Hah...You'll find I'm not a picky guy. I enjoy it plenty of ways. Call me easy if you must.

[He is shameless in this regard. He won't deny he enjoys a good romp. He was definitely enjoying the attention right now.]

Read into-! [Oh. His mind is so sluggish, it takes a moment for him to realize she's kissing him. As soon as he realizes though, he's surging forward, kissing the other in return. The kiss is lazy, yet heated. Languid, but wanting. His arms wrap around her neck, more than happy to move in tandem.]

[ Easy, she can work with. He's playing nice, keeping his hands mostly to himself and letting her fully take the lead. She appreciates that, in most people but especially in men, if she's honest. She's used to brusque and barking voices, used to street toughs walking the lanes like wolves on the prowl, think that she's just another meal. It took a lot of time, a lot of bruises, a lot of nights spent bandaging her knuckles and straightening her nose to remove that idea from the bulk of the population.

But this? This she can work with. He's good, and he's kind of sweat, and she's not oblivious to the fact that he's absolutely gorgeous, either. His muscles are well-sculpted, and his eyes warm, and his jaw sharp, and frankly, it's all a bit excessive, isn't it? But she can work with that.

Easy. Yeah, she can work with easy.

And giving, too. He kisses her back hard, like he's dying for it, and she likes that well enough, likes being wanted and appreciated. Her fingers stay tangled in his hair for the moment, nails raking a little more sharply across his scalp as she lets out a slightly surprised grunt. It turns quickly into a hot sigh, her tongue lashing at his as she pushes for more.

More, yes, more sounds good. How much? She's not sure, but she's bent over right now, and he's practically leaning down for her, and that can't be the most comfortable. So she'll take a short cut. Maybe this won't be comfortable at first, either, but she places one hand on his shoulder and hooks her leg out suddenly, catches him behind the calf and drags his leg out from under him at the same time she pushes forward. Yeah, she'll just deposit herself in his lap as he falls back. He's big, he can handle it. ]

[There's a slight shudder that runs down his spine as he feels nails dragged against his scalp. The feel of her hands and the way their tongues entwine is pleasant. He doesn't think much about the height difference or the slight strain on his back, honestly.

A yelp of surprise in the back of his throat as he feels her hook her leg behind his and pulls it out from underneath him. Usually, he's much more perceptive of these things, but the haze of their kiss had him thoroughly distracted. He would have definitely retaliated as soon as he hits the floor, but he suddenly has his lap full.

Oh.

He wheezes out a chuckle, the wind slightly knocked out of him, words muffled between their mouths.] You couldn't warn a guy first? [His tone is light though. There was a bit of flight or fight that had kicked in, but he takes the situation in stride. Still, his usual reaction would be to fight back if someone was trying to take him down and he would have appreciated not having that moment whether or not he was about to get into a fight.]

[ In her defense - such as it is - Vi is rarely good at thinking ahead on things. The idea that this might turn into a fight, that she might trigger any instincts or impulses that the big man has doesn't even cross her mind. She just wants him at a more comfortable position, and she knows just how to make that happen. That's all. Well, and maybe the fact that she wants to show off just a little. Prove that she can handle him.

Not that she wants to actually bruise her knuckles on his face or anything. It's a nice face. Annoyingly so, as addressed, but nice all the same, and she's very much enjoying kissing it for the moment. Just like she kind of enjoys the startled look on his face as she sits herself on his lap, legs parted around him. ]

Thought you were made of tough stuff. [ She flashes him a lazy grin as she reaches up to wind her fingers through his hair again, tilting his head back and leaning in to nibble over his bottom lip. ] Come on, you gonna tell me this isn't worth it?

[ She's still not sure how far she wants this to go, but just to keep him on her side, she is going to grind her hips down deliberately against him. Maybe it'll just be a carrot dangled on a stick. Or maybe it'll be something he'll really get. They'll just have to see how it plays out. ]

[He also wouldn't want her to bruise her knuckles on his face. He likes his face to be knuckle free, actually. He can definitely agree with this.]

Does it seem that way? I'm quite delicate. [He isn't at all. Both of them can tell with the way his body is littered with scars and an obvious body fit for a fighter. But it does show the man can make jokes about himself. An easy attitude after the initial surprise of having his feet pulled out under him.

He shivers under her touch. The gentle bite on his lips.] I can't complain, you're right.

[He definitely can't complain, a pleased groan as he feels pressure against his crotch, hands gripping at her thighs as if trying to ground his senses and not get too enraptured by the sensations.] I thought we were just flirting. [Well, he guesses this technically can fall under flirting, but damn if she doesn't know how to get a guy going.]

[Continued from here.]

Are you surprised? The line between pain and pleasure is often muddled. [And Wriothesley has lived a life where he often has experienced both. Sometimes at the same time. From the thrill and ache in the ring to falling into bed with less than savory folk. His life has always been a tumultuous rocking between the two.

He whines though, thighs shaking where he's kneeling as he desperate wants more friction than the casual touch of fingers on his erection.] When you look at me like that, it makes it seem like you wish to devour me, monsiuer. [A devilish little grin.]

It seems I am not the only one enjoying this.

Is it? I... hm, I suppose I have experienced some very light pain and found it quite pleasurable. But this- [He's not sure if he'd enjoy this kind of treatment. But that isn't important at the moment. Wriothesley does and that's all that matters.

He continues to look down at Wriothesley, a glint in his eyes at what he says. He makes a soft, deep noise, a singular, rare chuckle.] Then I am adequately expressing my desires. [He rubs the pad of his finger along the slit of Wriothesley's cock, once again skating the line between teasing and painful. As he does, he runs the tip of his sharp thumbnail up along his shaft.]

I am not immune to seeing you like this. [He leans down to tug at Wriothesley's lips with his teeth again. He all but growls when Wriothesley once again tries to thrust against his hand, flicking his cock mercilessly as a punishment.] But you'll take what you are given.

You going to judge me again, Chief Justice? [There's no malice in his voice though. It's teasing and playful.

Besides, the importance is that this was consensual. As far as consensual goes when they're somewhat forced into it, but Wriothesley doesn't think he'd enjoy this if it were a stranger. It was because he knew that Neuvillette respected him highly that being degraded by the man was more arousing than insulting.] It's enjoyable because it's you.

[Being desired by the man he respected and being treated like this was arousing. He keens as a cocktail of pain and pleasure wracks through his body as the other funs a nail against the sensitive skin of his erection. And, oh does that growl make his cock twitch with want. He wants to hear it again.

He shudders, but gives the other a grin.] Mm, and what if I don't behave, huh? What are you going to do about it? [Man who knows better not to be disobedient definitely being disobedient.]

If it were up to me - no. There are laws against being tried for the same crime more than once. [The fact that Wriothesley is attempting to tease and flirt seems lost on him. This is a very important principle of the law. It's obviously vitally important that he makes sure Wriothesley understands it right at this moment.

He tilts his head slightly, but seems to very much appreciate that answer.] Very well. I will try to make it as enjoyable as possible but please do not hesitate to make requests. [It's obvious he's still pretty unsure of himself, but eager to try to please.

His approval only seems to increase at the question, pupils dilating as he thinks of the possibilities.] Then you will force me to make you behave. [He grabs his chin firm, forcing Wriothesley to look up at him.] Is that what you want? [He shifts his foot, this time tucking his foot under Wriothesley and nudging upward to press against his sack teasingly as he continues to stroke him, fingers now wrapped around his cock for firm, slow strokes.]

[Wriothesley can't help but laugh in response. The flirting was completely lost on the other, but he can only feel endeared about it. It's just expected that Neuvillette would not have any idea. Sure, it's not sexy and probably doesn't help them get out of this elevator any quicker, but a guy can laugh during sex. Even if his dick is being a bit abused by the other.]

Aren't you supposed to be punishing me? I don't think I should be making req-ahh. [He shudders as the other presses against his balls as they continue to stroke his cock, precum leaking from the tip.

Wriothesley could be good and behave, but the exhilaration at Neuvillette putting him in his place is too alluring.] I just don't think you have it in you to do it. [Challenging words and haughty tone.]

[The laugh certainly seems to throw him off a little. He'll be pouring over that particular exchange a few times when he thinks about this whole thing later. For the moment, he knows he needs to simply move past his confusion.]

I never promised to honor the requests, Wriothesley, only that you could make them. [He rubs his finger along the slit, smearing around the precum before bringing his finger to his mouth to taste Wriothesley, pupils dilating with obvious desire.]

You say as much, but you've been quite obedient so far. [He's learned a little bit since their first time together and he's fairly confident he can tease Wriothesley without allowing release until the man is desperate and begging. It seems like a suitable punishment in his mind. In fact, he can think of a few suitable punishments.

Tangling his hand into Wriothesley's hair, he tilts his head back, stepping closer and pushing the rather risque panties he'd been dressed in aside, parting his vent to free his cocks, stroking one as he pushes the other closer to Wriothesley's mouth.] Open your mouth.

Getting a guy's hopes, ahh hah..., up... [Not that Wriothesley has always been big on making requests to Neuvillette. His requests had always been strictly business before and it seemed that wasn't changing anytime soon. At least he doesn't think the other will be able to force a request out of him at the moment.

But now that Neuvillette has given him a reason to disobey, he definitely was going to. Just that bit of challenge and the other's words incite him to be less than cordial. He wants to see if Neuvillette can make him behave. They seems to sure that he'll continue to be obedient.

So he doesn't open his mouth. He barely moves his lips when he speaks, determined not to give the other the satisfaction.

Even if he would love to go to town on Neuvillette's cocks again. He can resist his wants to be a bit of a brat though. A disobedient dog.] Mm...make me.

[He moves quickly, without warning, his hand tangling into Wriothesley's hair to tug his head back with a sharp pull. He hopes this will either result in a gasp or naturally start to pull his mouth open because of the angle.

And, just in case that is not convincing enough, he reaches down to pinch one of his nipples hard.]

If you continue to be difficult, I'm quite confident I can tease you until you beg. Is that what you want? [He says it like it's a threat, a low, stern growl, but they both know it likely isn't.]

[He chokes back a moan when the other yanks. Oh, how he loved the way the other was treating him roughly. He thought about this the first time too, but he never expected Neuvillette to be such a domineering lover and he was honestly drinking it up. His cock twitches with want and precum leaks as the other abuses his nipple.

Still, he stubbornly refuses to open his mouth for the other.

He was so damn aroused though. Wriothesley loved sucking the other off the first time, but he wanted to push more and see if Neuvillette could actually get him to beg. The idea was hot. He shudders a little but manages to smirk all the same.] I bet you can't.

Very well. But I can assure you, my patience will outlast yours. [His voice is a low rumble.

There's suddenly a distinct lack of contact, Neuvillette's hand gone from his hair as he puts just enough space between them to push him backward onto his back. Just as quickly, he's on top of him, straddling his chest squarely to pin him in place.

This position gives him a good amount of room to work. Putting one hand firmly down just above Wriothesley's collarbone to hold him in place, he reaches back with the other. Instead of stroking his cock, however, he merely wraps a finger and thumb tightly around the base to keep Wriothesley from climaxing even if he wanted to.

Neuvillette's horns glow faintly, a telltale sign he's using magic, though what he's doing isn't clear until a tendril of water teases over Wriothesley's thighs and up over his cock, engulfing it tightly for a moment before slipping away and trailing down between his legs to tease over his entrance and then back up to his balls, Neuvillette's gaze intensely watching Wriothesley's every reaction.]

[There's a sound of surprised as the other pushes him back.] Wha-!

[Oh. It wasn't the force in which the other pushed him back and sat on his chest, but merely the situation of it all that steals the breath from his lungs. The way the other is so scantily clad and forcing him down. It's hot as hell and he can't find the words until he feels a cool tendril start slinking up his thigh.] Neuvillette- What- [Oh. Holy shit. He never thought about the other's control over hydro other than it was natural to the man. He certainly didn't think about its use in a sexual setting. Where did Neuvillette learn...?

He instinctively clenches when he feels it tease over his entrance, his cock twitching. Oh, he wanted it. How can he not? Seeing Neuvillette put him in his place and use Hydro in a way that he was pretty sure not how one would consider applying it is was a huge turn on. His gaze lifts to Neuvillette's face, eyes unfocused with a haze of lust.]

[It all seemed like a natural progression to him. His hands were busy but he still wanted to touch Wriothesley in other places, so why not create a tendril of water to run along the skin he couldn't touch at the moment? It seems to him a perfectly reasonable solution.

He watches Wriothesley's reaction closely for any hint of discomfort, instead what he feels is the way Wriothesley's cock twitches to attention in his watchful grasp and the unmistakable way he looks up at him. He nearly smirks in response, his expression mostly unchanged but somehow still slightly smug.

The tendril moves back to where he'd garnered the most reaction, teasing over his hole.] Should I push inside? It certainly seems like what you desire...

[Even in his haze, Wriothesley is still sharp. Or maybe it has been years of being close to the other man that makes them so easy for him to read. While some would not notice the slight change in expression, the warden certainly had. Confidence has never looked so hot until the Chief Justice has you under their thumb.

And if he wasn't weak to it.

He writhes and squirms and an embarrassing whine leaves the back of his throat. He won't beg. He still has his wits, but oh, he wants it. He wants the other to fuck him already.] A-Ah. Neuvillette, come on...

[He continues teasing, coming tantilizingly close to pushing into him but holding back, making him squirm. That whine makes his cocks twitch and forces him to quell his own eagerness. At least, for the moment.

His fingers fan across Wriothesley's throat as he shifts, rocking his hips to grind a cock wetly along Wriothesley's defined abs.]

Come on? Hm. That's not a very polite way to ask, is it? I think you can do better. [He trails his fingers lower, pointed nails lightly scraping over his chest before pausing to first tease and then pinch one of his nipples, wanting to see the reaction again.]

[He really wants to learn where on Teyvat that Neuvillette learned how to fucking tease like this. There's no damn way this man was a virgin who didn't even understand the concept of anal was now teasing him into a tizzy. And he thanks whatever damn Archon gave him the opportunity to be in this situation because he is so damn turned on.

His moans are shameless as he bucks his hips, an instant reaction to the other teasing his chest.] Fuck. [Oh, this was a losing battle, and yet-]

H-Hah...no. [Stubborn to the end, even if his body was being far more honest about what he truly wanted.]

[Unfortunately, as usual, Neuvillette likely has no more answers than Wriothesley does. Ancient memories, perhaps? Instinct? Who could say?

Neuvillette looks down at him, the writhing and gasping, and raises an eyebrow at Wriothesley's stubborn refusal to simply say please. If he wants any relief, however, he'll need to give in and Neuvillette is prepared to drag it out of him. The thumb and forefinger he has ringed around the base of Wriothesley's cock tighten slightly, wanting to ensure he won't find any relief there, before sliding back slightly, just enough so that the head of his cock rubs against his ass. Yet another source of stimulation for him as the tendril of water teases against him and his free hand circles a nipple, pinching when he thinks Wriothesley needs an extra little jolt.]

All it takes is one simple word, Wriothesley... I would very much like to give you what you want, but...

[Look, some people are stubborn and some people get really turned on when they're pushed to an edge. Wriothesley is that kind of person. It's so much more enjoyable to hold off on as long as possible. How good it will feel when he finally has it.

And Archons does he want it so bad right now. To be filled. For any friction on his cock. His body is cracking.]

Neuvillette. [His tone edges into desperation.] Please.

[Something very close to a satisfied smile plays across Neuvillette's features. The desperation in Wriothesley's voice causes a wave of deep desire that he hadn't quite expected.

He's quick to reward him now that he's given him exactly what he'd wanted.]

Good boy. [He hums the words as he runs his finger through Wriothesley's hair as he sinks the water tendril into him slowly, quickly finding a faster rhythm once he feels Wriothesley relax under him.

And, mercifully, he loosens his grip around the base of his cock, turning his hand to instead stroke him in time with the thrusts of the tendril.]

[Oh. Oh. Honestly, if he were a weaker man, hearing Neuvillette calling him good boy could make him come on the spot. That velvety voice praising him settles on his mind like a weighted blanket. It earns a moan and a shiver as he soaks in those wonderful words.

What is more wonderful is the feeling of being filled. It's stinging, not quite prepared to take it, but it only earns a pleasured, pained groan in response. His hands find Neuvillette's thighs, nails lightly digging in as he writhes under the other.]

A-Ah. Yes. [He can barely focus his gaze on the other, his mind stuck on the feeling of the tendril inside him and Neuvillette's hand on his cock. The friction like electro running up his spine.]

[Wriothesley's reaction to everything is immediate and obvious, making it so much easier for Neuvillette to know he's doing the right things. Wriothesley's enthusiasm only encourages him to give him more, the tendril of hydro working in and out of him faster, matched by a quickening of his hand on Wriothesley's cock.

Neuvillette watches Wriothesley's face and reactions like he's in a trance, completely enthralled that the things he's doing are getting these kinds of reactions, that he can affect another person this deeply, give them this much pleasure. He wants to give him everything.]

Tell me what you want, Wriothesley. [He's not even sure if Wriothesley can focus enough to do what he's asked, but he wants to know if he can do more, what he needs.]

[An arch of his back as he feels the delicious friction of the tendril working in and out of him. It feels so good, but it's also frustrating that it hasn't hit where he wants it to. The mind numbing pleasure that would make him see stars.

But Neuvillette is giving him so much; his mind slowly falling apart under all the sensation.]

More. Faster. [It doesn't matter. He just wants whatever Neuvillette will give him. He doesn't want to be greedy. To take too much. Whatever the other is willing to give him, he'll take graciously.] Whatever you'll give me.

More? Very well. [Unsure what exactly Wriothesley wants, Neuvillette gives him a bit of both. He thickens the tendril and begins to work it in deeper as he quickens the pace. Wriothesley has, after all, begged him so nicely and he really is eager to see his reactions to the adjustments.

He tries to stroke him faster as well, slicking his hand and Wriothesley's cock with more hydro to make the task easier but he finds he can only go so fast.

Shifting forward slightly, he can't resist tracing the fingers of his free hand along Wriothesley's sternum, the way the man arches far too beautiful to resist the urge to touch him, to feel his body twist in pleasure under him.]

[Wriothesley can't help the cuss that slips his lips, nails digging into Neuvillette's thighs and threatening to rip the delicate material under his fingertips. It felt so good. He felt so full.

The pace is brutal and it leaves him very little moments to gather his thoughts and merely enjoy the pleasurable sensations that wrack his body.

It's when he feels the almost too thick tendril brush passed his prostate that he really knows his body won't last too much longer from everything. He shouts out Neuvillette's name as his mind blanks at that wonderful pleasure. It's all too much; the tendril working in and out of him, the solid weight of Neuvillette on him, and the hand on his cock stroking him relentlessly.]

Neuvillette- [He can barely breath out the other's name.] Neuvillete, I can't- I'm- [He isn't going to last much longer at all.]

You've done well, Wriothesley. So, so well. [He praises, caressing the fingers of his free hand gently down Wriothesley's chest in direct contrast to the hard, quick thrusts and firm strokes that haven't slowed in the least bit.

He spares the quickest of glances toward the portrait. Judging by the half-lidded, blissful look on the portrait's face as it watches, Neuvillette believes it's safe to assume they've completed its request. Good.]

You've taken your punishment beautifully, Wriothesley. You're free to do as you wish. [He pauses the hand on Wriothesley's cock for the briefest of moments so he can lean forward and kiss him, sucking on his lower lip as the hydro tentacle pushes in deep and undulates, pulsing while staying buried deep inside him, pushing over and over again against the spots that seem to make Wriothesley moan and writhe the most. Straightening, he resumes stroking him, eager to draw out his climax.]

[Does Neuvillette know what his words are doing to him? How he easily melts when they praise him so sweetly. It makes his mind sink into something so wondrous that any of his worries seem to dissipate. He did so well. Neuvillette thinks he did well.

Well enough that the other is giving him permission. How Wriothesley went from being so stubborn and refusing to wanting nothing more than to please the other. To submit to the other.

It's too much though. The way the tendril pulses against his prostate as Neuvillette strokes his length is too much. He comes with a shout, Neuvillette's name on his lips. Semen splatters onto the wall and drips over Neuvillette's fingers as he rides through his orgasm.]

[Neuvillette strokes him firmly through his orgasm as if he wants to milk every last drop from him. The tendril's pulsing slows to a stop before slowly shrinking and slipping out of him.

He settles back, resting comfortably on Wriothesley's abdomen as he brings his hand to his mouth to eagerly lick Wriothesley's cum from his fingers, long tongue curling wetly around his fingers until he cleans them off.]

Delicious... You taste so very good.

[He groans a little. Neuvillette is really way too hot sometimes. It's unfair, really. He rests his arm against his forehead as he tries to catch his breath. His eyes are trained on that sinful tongue lapping up his spend, shuddering as he remembers the way it had wrapped around his cock. Damn, it really is unfair.

His eyes trail down though and-] What about you? [He merely didn't want this to be one-sided. Nevermind that he has definitely been fine not getting off as long as his partner did, but he merely couldn't imagine the reverse. That, and Neuvillette was a gorgeous man who definitely deserved to experience pleasures of the flesh.]

[Neuvillette continues cleaning off his fingers, certainly not appearing to hurry at all despite being asked a question. Once he's satisfied, he lowers his hand to trail his fingers lightly down Wriothesley's chest.]

I am feeling surprisingly content. [He is still hard, the lower of his cocks resting heavily on Wriothesley's abdomen, but he doesn't feel the aching need to reach his own climax.] Watching you was more than satisfying.

You didn't take me to be such a shameless man. [It's hot. It's really hot.

A hand reaches down to stroke the other though.] But I think it would be a shame and a waste if we didn't deal with this too, you know. You don't think I don't want to see you climax? I'm no saint, Neuvillette.

[Though, maybe they should move locations regardless of what they do. The elevator working and they definitely are not exactly fit to be seen in the public eye.

[Despite what he's said, his breath still catches at the feeling of Wriothesley's hand on him. His pupils dilate, eyes going lighter as his bright pupils widen.] Who am I to argue such sound logic?

[There's a waver in his tone as he struggles to maintain some semblance of control. He shifts closer, sliding up to practically sit on Wriothesley's chest, well within reach of both his hands and, with a bit of a reach, his mouth.

Neuvillette, for his part, doesn't seem to be paying any mind to whether they're moving again or not.]

Your body is so honest. [He chuckles softly, shivering as he sees the way the other reacts to his touch.] Why argue? You are allowed to enjoy pleasures of the flesh as much as the next person.

[Oh, And does he love the sight of the other looking like they do. The thinning grip of control and the lust evident in their gaze. He loves seeing the man's body more bare than he has ever seen the other in his life.

And, you know what? Call him shameless, a slut, a pervert, or whatever else, but seeing Neuvillette's cocks right there sitting so prettily in front of his face has his mouth watering. Temptation is too much as he tilts his head forward to press a kiss to one of the tips.] Let me help you with these, monsieur...

I'm still often caught by surprise at how pleasing something as simple as a touch feels. How could I do anything but react? [His voice is quiet, deceptively calm considering how quickly his heart is beating and how much his body is suddenly aching for Wriothesley's attention.

He nods at what Wriothesley says, sending some of his hair tumbling forward. His intention hadn't been to abstain because he didn't think he deserved it; he'd simply been quite content until Wriothesley had begun touching him.

Shifting his hips closer, he runs his hand messily through Wriothesley's hair, cupping the back of his head to help him tip his head forward, groaning softly when Wriothesley's lips brush the tip of one of his cocks.] Wriothesley...

Touch might be simple but it means a lot. Something as a simple as touch can bring you comfort. Relief [He wraps a hand around one of the hardened lengths to stroke.] Pleasure.

[He carefully runs his tongue against ridges and the crown of one of Neuvillette's cocks as he strokes the other. Wriothesley teases the slit with his tongue, lapping up any precum before covering the head with his lips and sucks.]

[Neuvillette doesn't fight down the groaned gasp as Wriothesley gives him a firm stroke, a tremble of raw need running up his spine as he rolls his hips into the touch.]

Nngh-Wriothesley. [He groans again at the feeling of the wet, probing, heat of Wriothesley's tongue before the tip of his cock is enveloped by pure bliss. His hand curls in Wriothesley's hair as he rocks forward to push further past his lips.] More, Wriothesley. I need more.

[If he hadn't just came, hearing Neuvillette groan his name out would probably get him hard in an instant. It's hot to hear his name uttered with so much lust like that.

He opens his mouth wide to take more of the length into his mouth, tongue rubbing against the underside and teasing the crown of the head as he starts a steady stroke of the other cock. It's a bit awkward of an effort with the way the other is sitting atop of him, but he wants the other to feel as much pleasure as possible. He wants to Neuvillette to reach his climax with both.]

[Continued from here.]

One cannot underestimate the value of people. [He cannot say the exacts, but it's obvious important that there are people. Of course, he cannot really even begin to make guesses. Just that they are stuck here.] I imagine to maintain their status quo, they still need new people.

[It makes him wonder if there's something from them that's depleted with time or if even long time guests eventually disappear from the space in some way.]

Hm. There's no way to. It seems like this place stands on its own and I would not know where to begin to try and contact anyone that isn't within this space. [A quirk of his lips.] Not that I have family to contact, but there are those that would most likely be concerned of my disappearance. That is to say, if the passing of time works the same here and there. There's a lot of this place shrouded in mystery.

[ What is Wriothesley wearing, is it anything like his usual default wear? Marcoh is giving him a once-over, gauging what kind of person he might be. ]

I have someone I'm meant to meet up with, my sister. I think she may worry if I just... disappeared, but.

[ Not that he really has a concrete idea of what he was going to do elsewise anyway. He's got a lot going on, more than he'd like and less pleasant than he'd hope. She'd be fine without him, probably, but he can't help but be a worrywart. ]

You don't sound too concerned.

[He is, luckily, dressed in something of his usual. Black Slacks and dress shirt tucked under a grey waistcoat. Honestly, more dressed than he has been finding himself this month with waking up in bed with someone else in some wedding suite and dressed like a bride-to-breed. It's been a lot.]

There is plenty that I worry about back home. There are people who rely on me and things I need to get done. [He shakes his head and finally shrugs a little helplessly.] But I am not in a situation where I can do anything about it either. It is something for me to lament on and not for me to dump on a stranger such as yourself.

[Oh you know, just a nation ending prophecy on the horizon. That's nothing Marcoh has to worry about though.] I am merely hoping to help you with what I can offer so that your acclimation to this place is easier than for us. At the very least, I think that also taking advantage of the facilities here is to your favor. It is better than lamenting on things while people try and uncover more information we can acquire.

[ Marcoh makes a small sound under his breath. He's clearly a little bit on edge in Wrio's presence, not necessarily in a too negative way, but clearly in that he's still weighing what the other is like. Sharp suits and authority -- those paint a certain type of people in Marcoh's circle. ]

Right. [ A little glumly. Just another turn of events he can't fight. ] As long as I am not properly "checked in", there isn't much for me to do, I think. I am still trying to grasp exactly where I'll be standing in this hotel and its ranks and everything else about it.

[ Though. ]

"Uncover more information"? Do you think there's anything to learn and find here?

[ Marcoh's not really a problem solver. Not the kind that figures it out with logic, because why would you if punching through it is just easier? Send him a bunch of Peacock goons and he can figure it out, but if there's ploys to be uncovered here, he'll certainly try but the keyword being try. ]

[Don't worry, Marcoh. You'll find out that Wriothesley is a pretty chill guy. He might have the authority he has now, but he had experienced plenty hardship.]

About that. [His brows furrow and he seems to think over Marcoh's words. What happens if they aren't checked in? Are they just sent back or...?] If you aren't properly checked in, I assume you wouldn't stay on the premises. Everyone who has settled had been given a suit and rank with accommodations matching their rank.

[He isn't quite so sure if people can ever checkout. There's so much that is shrouded in mystery.]

You don't think there is? Strange resort that drags people from all sorts of different worlds and wants us to play a game that's essentially wanting us to sleep around as much as possible. Ignoring that, you'll find that some of the locations here are peculiar and we've had interactions with a long term guest who all but blatantly said that there's more to learn about this place.

Have you stayed here since their doors opened? Do you know of anyone else who went through the same process before?

[ Interesting... ]

I obviously think it's strange, but it's hard to make a comparison to something so utterly strange. My prior experience with "playing games" at least had the clear goal of "if I win, I could leave", and no time to think about what else could be lurking about under the surface.

No. The group I arrived with were the most recent before now. You guys would be the most recent and I expect that many of you will end up finding yourselves here for some time as we have. We know that there are others that have experienced similarly based on who we've been in contact with, but the information at our disposal is lacking.

[Wriothesley is someone who very much doesn't like not being in the know, so he was definitely trying to find anymore information. It has been a little lacking though.]

Ah, well, you'll find that you have a lot in terms of free time here. Honestly, I find the most frustrating part is having nothing to do at times. [Of course he has been finding things to do, but there's something rather unfulfilling when pulled away from your home and the work you've come to love and do.] After all, as much as they force sex down our throats, there are limits to how often you can participate in it.

[ He appreciates Wriothesley for being quite business with him. It's actually kind of fresh, all things considered, with all the things he's been through so far. Just in general speaking. ]

This is the first I'm hearing of a limit.

[ That does seem contradictory to everything he's been seeing so far. ]

What are you hoping to find here?

[Wriothesley laughs at that.] Ah, don't mistake my words. The limit isn't a limit by the place, but the limit is your own person. Unless you're telling me you have the ability to be orgasming every few minutes. I don't know about you, but even at my current physicality, I am not about to manage hours upon hours of sex everyday. [He waves his hand a bit.] You are required to have sex though, but it is not as often as you probably are expecting despite their obvious want for you to partake.

That, of course, won't stop them from encouraging you to having sex as much as possible.

[If Marcoh is as human as himself though, then one simply has hard limits.]

Hmm. Understanding. [Problems can't really be solved unless he understands what he wants to solve first.] I just like to know what I'm getting into.

I... do not. That makes more sense.

[ He was genuinely being like. Do I have to schedule things out or something... He thinks he can imagine some level of limitation in a bid to get tenants to stay longer, but physical limitations is. Yeah that makes perfect sense. ]

It doesn't sound like you have much more of an option than to learn and go, but I will try to help if there is anything I can do.

[ He can offer that much for the rare sane people around him these days. ]

[It's too bad that even physical limits can be pushed by their Suits, but he won't bring that up. He doesn't know if it works for all Suits anyways, so there's no reason to misinform the other if it doesn't apply to everyone.]

No. The long term guests here have pretty much assimilated to the resort's whims, so we're scavenging what information we can. We haven't been here long in the grand scheme of things, but I imagine people have things to do and places to be back home.

[Wriothesley definitely falls into that category at least.] I appreciate it. If you are needing assistance, than don't hesitate to reach out yourself. There is no reason to suffer alone if there are those that can help.

[Continued from here.]

[Well, if Navia is going to take care of tea, he was going to carefully put food on both their plates so that they can easily enjoy themselves once tea is ready.

He isn't much for small talk, so Navia deciding to try and fill herself in with their predicament just seems the most ideal. It isn't painful meandering conversation and he did wish to keep her informed if she ends up being a permanent guest. Whatever permanent means in this place.]

Ah, it lacked the bells and whistles of this. We woke up in the basement. Specifically, it was the Rank 2 rooms. Actually, we were far less dressed than this too. They only gave us a robe and a gift basket. [Gift basket being flavored lube, condoms, amongst other things. She might not want to ask, but also wouldn't it be funny if she asked about the contents?] This whole thing is a lot more extravagant. We weren't married to who we woke up in bed with and there ended up being some lavish party in the evening.

[He shakes his head a little.] You'll find that this place intends to ensure that you participate in what they want. Sex. I would say it's also beneficial because everything seems to run on it. Chips, which is the currency here, is easiest acquired by having sex if you aren't savvy towards gambling. [He isn't going to sugarcoat it. He'll give her the obvious and his opinion.]

I find it easy to meet others by also partaking.

In the basement?

[ She looks a little aghast, shocked at the disparity between his arrival and hers. But it seems like it wasn't him alone, but the entire group of people he'd arrived with. And yes, she does almost ask about what's in the gift basket, but he keeps speaking so she decides not to interrupt, because it doesn't ultimately matter.

Wriothesley's mention of sex sees Navia blushing again, the color blooming over her cheeks and creeping down her throat to her chest. It's not like she's a virgin with no experience being tossed into the proverbial deep end of the pool... but her experience is rather limited, as one might expect of a girl with an overprotective father who'd been tailed by bodyguards as loyal as bloodhounds for years. There's a stack of romance novels stashed away in the corner of her shelf in Poisson, but reading a novel and actually experiencing something firsthand are entirely different matters.

She laughs nervously, going silent as the water begins to steam. Might as well be just as frank as Wriothesley. ]

I wonder, then, why they would have chosen me, of all people. I'm not someone who has much experience in that department.

[The answer would be lube, bad shirts, questionable cookies, amongst a few other things. It's still a pale comparison to the lavish spread they have right now.]

Mhm. Some people didn't get moved out of there once our ranks were assigned. [Actually, his accommodations would probably offend her if she knew the tiny space he was currently occupying. He doesn't mind it, but he finds that he probably is not the norm.

He doesn't laugh at her, nor tease.] You would not be the only one, Navia. Many of the people who had arrived here are fairly inexperienced. Many of them, I've come to realize, have not been intimate with others until now. I do not think this place cares about who it brings it, just that it has people to adhere to their whims. [He's quiet though as he places Navia's plate, now filled with food, in front of the empty seat meant for her.]

It isn't as though you cannot gain experience here, besides. [He seems to consider his words before speaking again.] I would not be opposed to help. Getting comfortable sleeping around when it isn't on your terms is difficult for some, and the easiest way to make currency here is to do just that.

[He would just give her chips if she really were opposed, but that still doesn't solve everything.]

[ It's a relief to know she's not the only person here who's done more reading about romance than actual lovemaking, but that also makes it worse in a way. She would hate to be in a position where she was compelled by necessity to lose her virginity instead of having the liberty to do it on her own terms.

Wriothesley, who had been occupying himself with filling a plate for her, offers to 'help' her in a way that makes her startle a little, looking at him with wide eyes and a deepening blush. He's so... casual about it? She's not oblivious to how attractive he is, and he's been very kind to her this morning (is it morning?). It certainly wouldn't be a chore to enjoy his company more... intimately.

After pouring some of the hot water into the empty teapot and giving it a good swirl to heat the porcelain and emptying it out, she spoons a hefty serving of fine loose-leaf tea into the pot and tops it off with water before bringing it to the table to steep. She takes her own seat then, looking over at Wriothesley. ]

Are you certain? We don't really know each other that well... which I suppose is going to to be the case with most everyone else here.

[ Shaking her head she picks up her utensils and gestures to their meal. ]

Let's enjoy breakfast first, yes? Then we can, ah... discuss your offer in more detail.

[It's too bad that he's no saint nor some prince charming. He also imagines that the intimacy of sex means more to her than it does to him. He can easily offer it because he can easily accept the transactional part it plays in this place. He was not new to the idea of it either when one learned to do what they could to get credit coupons in the Fortress before he had personally pushed reform.

Well, Navia knows none of this about him. For the better.]

You know I wouldn't offer if I were not sure of it. [Navia has had the misfortune of mostly interacting with him for business. If there was something he was rather stone cold about, it was business.

He smiles though, turning his attention to appreciate the tea pot and the accompanying tea cups for a moment. It's a simple pleasure, but Wriothesley had always been fairly simple in what he enjoys.] But, yes. Let's enjoy our food for the time being. The subjects have been a tad heavy that perhaps we should try and make lighter talk in the meantime.

[ Yes, business dealings with the Fortress of Meropide have always been... extremely succinct, to the point where Navia sometimes wondered if Wriothesley treated everyone that way or if he felt especially averse to dealing with her or the Spina in particular. She could hardly imagine why, if that were the case, as the Spina had always done its best to accept people from all walks of life, even those who had spent time in the Fortress itself.

And yet, he's been very kind to her this morning, and while she appreciates it, she can't exactly figure out why. Has she misunderstood something about their previous interactions? Because... if he dislikes her, as she's had cause to suspect in the past, then neither of them would be particularly well-served by sex. Even if it's a necessity here, even if she has to get used to sleeping with people she doesn't know, she'd still rather do it with someone who's fond of her at the very least.

She takes a few bites of her food as she tries to decide how best to broach the topic, then reaches out to pick up the teapot and pour a cup for the both of them. Might as well be direct, she supposes. ]

How do you take your tea? And... if you don't mind my asking, can you please tell me what you think of me? If we're going to be intimate, I'd like to know that you're not just offering because you feel obligated to help me for whatever reason. I wouldn't want you to resent me down the line...

Two cubes of sugar. [He says it without any hesitation, seemingly used to how he always has his tea. It's his usual go to, though he has definitely tried other combinations of items depending on the tea and how it's brewed. Wriothesley is quite fond of trying out teas as authentically as possible. The man really is into very simple pleasures.

He's caught off guard by Navia's following words though, eyes widening and eyebrows shooting up.] Pardon me, but what makes you think that I might come to resent you?

[Navia and him don't interact heavily. It isn't as though it's because he dislikes her or anything. He respects her quite highly if anything. Walking out of her father's shadow and being a proper boss is not an easy thing to do. As someone who had to crawl to the top, he definitely can understand what sort of pressure she had on her.

His limiting Spina di Rosula and the Fortress dealings was merely an agreement he had been honoring with her late father. Still, he wonders if he had said or done something that makes her think that he holds any ill feelings towards her.

Wriothesley shakes his head after a moment.] I respect you greatly if anything. I am aware of what Spina di Rosula has done under your leadership and what you have managed. [Wriothesley might seem to always be hidden in the depths, but he had eyes and ears everywhere.

He runs a hand through his hair sheepishly.] But if you're worried, I believe how we view sex are very different things. I enjoy the pleasure it brings, and I enjoy giving my partners whatever pleasure possible, but I don't consider it much more than a physical activity. [Sure, that'll probably give something for Navia to chew on as to why Wriothesley views sex so casually, but he has no reason not to be honest.]

So I'm sorry to disappoint if you want something more out of it than a pleasure.

[ Navia drops two cubes of sugar into Wriothesley's tea at his request, then two into hers as well, and looks up at him with equal surprise at his reaction, although perhaps it shouldn't be surprising that he would want to understand her reasoning. ]

Please don't misunderstand. You've never been unkind to me, but our interactions have always been rather limited, and while you've never hesitated to contract with the Spina, you rarely ever deign to deal with me personally, even when it would make sense to do so. It's left me with the impression that you would prefer to avoid interacting with me in particular, and so I've wondered for some time if I had caused some kind of offense.

[ Because, of course, she doesn't know about the standing agreement between her father and Wriothesley. Callas had been a difficult man in so many ways--it seems that while he was paving the way for her future success, he was simultaneously setting up pitfalls for her to encounter along the way, whether intentionally or not. The situation with Colter was a perfect example of that; none of the blame that he laid at her feet had rightfully been hers to carry, and yet she inherited those troubles all the same.

The same seems to be true here, though there's no way she could know it. ]

I'm not sure if I really deserve your praise, but I appreciate it all the same. I hate to admit how insecure I feel at times, but... [ She just shakes her head, chuckling softly in a self-deprecating kind of way. ] It seems I have a habit of overthinking things.

[ She returns to her breakfast then, listening to Wriothesley's explanation of his view of sex. He's right in that their opinions are a little different, but they align in the most fundamental ways. ]

It's not a disappointment, I assure you. I think it should be something both parties consent to and enjoy. And while I would hope for fondness and affection, it isn't like I've never slipped away with someone for a spur-of-the-moment encounter with someone when the chemistry was just right. [ She says that like it's happened more than once... ] It should be fun, you know? That's what I think.

[ Her cheeks feel like they must be on fire now. This is definitely the longest conversation she's ever held with the Duke of Meropide, and one of the most frank she's ever held with anyone. Even Clorinde, before their estrangement, would rarely talk with her about these sorts of things.

The rest of the meal is mercifully uneventful, but the closer her plate gets to being empty, the more restless she gets. She's able to identify the feeling as arousal rather quickly, but that's a little embarrassing too, isn't it? Should the mere prospect of a sexual encounter leave someone feeling a little worked up? ]

[He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly as he seems to consider what he should say.

No, this is expected. Eventually, Navia would become curious why the Fortress seems to limit its dealings with Spina di Rosula. He could deflect, but he also didn't really see any reasons why he shouldn't also be upfront. It was in her right to know now that she was in charge and this affected her organization as much as it affects his.]

I won't say it's because of you, since you are obviously involved, but you've not personally done anything if that is your concern. [He shakes his head.] I am merely honoring an agreement I made with your father. Well, I've been told by more than a few people I am difficult to deal with, so you are with likeminded individuals.

[He chuckles a little as he lifts the tea cup to his face, inhaling. He lets out an exhale.] Well, I find that those who feel themselves undeserving of praise are usually those who are most deserving of it. Your feelings are not so unexpected, nor do I think that you should punish yourself for having them. It is difficult to take on such a mantle. Many people rely on you and your choices and decisions affect more than yourself. I think it normal to feel what you are feeling. What is important is that despite your feelings, you still continue to make difficult decisions.

[His mouth quirks into a smile before h sips at his tea.] I see. Well, then. Do not think of it as merely a kindness. I am seeking out pleasure and a payout that also happens to help you simultaneously. [Except, if she were needing anything, he would offer it. It just so happens that Navia would need to partake in sex in this place. There were too many things here that made it difficult to abstain.

Maybe it's best for her to think him more as cold and calculating. Even if she probably already knew he was more than just that.

While she is restless about what might come, Wriothesley seems completely calm. He eats without any issue, but when he looks up at her, there's something piercing in his gaze. Something knowing in how he looks at her.] Are you okay?

An agreement with my father?

[ The revelation is shocking, if Navia's wide-eyed expression is any indication. What kind of agreement? How long ago had he made this agreement? Why hadn't her father trusted her enough to include her in that decision? What had he been thinking? At every turn, it seems, she finds new ways in which her father owes her explanations, more questions left unanswered.

She's angry, she realizes, at her father and at Wriothesley for their clandestine dealings, but her anger fizzles out quickly. Her father is dead, and whatever his intentions had been back then, it hardly matters now. She's on her own, and Wriothesley has been kind and considerate of her circumstances, regardless of his claim that hes seeking his own pleasure.

At his question, she nods minutely, a little sheepish, a little flustered by all the conflicting emotions she's raced through so far this morning. ]

I'm fine. This is just... it's so much to take in. Being here in this strange place, finding out what's expected of me, learning about even more secrets my father kept from me... I'm not sure how to feel about all of this.

Yes. I don't know the particulars other than that the Fortress of Meropide and Spina di Rosula's interactions should be limited. It's possible he also just didn't like working with me. [Wriothesley knows himself to be difficult when it comes to business. While most would find him to have a friend disposition in a casual setting, the Fortress was a business at the end of the day, and he would make sure that he gets the best for the inmates and the prison.]

It's also possible that regardless of Spina di Rosula's or your own reputation is positive, to deal with the Fortress would possibly cause some dissent. It would cause more issue for you than I at the very least. [He looks down at the liquid in his tea cup before placing the cup down.] Of course, that is only my guess. It matters not since it does not make excuses nor will either of us know the answer.

[As he slides some of the food onto his plate he looks up at her.] Nor does it matter here. You are Navia and I'm Wriothesley. Our titles, our occupations, and anything else holds little value here. [And so his offer to her is not because she is Callas' daughter or the leader of Spina di Rosula. It is merely because she is another potential guest in this place. That he is offering it to Navia, whom he is familiar with.]

Apologies. It is a lot to take in, so take your time. I've had a few months to settle into this place, so I merely have the information you've given me to consider. I will say that I am more at peace knowing that Fontaine persists even if I am not there. [He smiles apologetically.] While it seems all you've learned is a lot to be troubled with. Please don't hesitate to ask for help. I am more than happy to help you settle here.

[ Wriothesley is right: who they are back home really has no bearing on their positions here in this strange hotel. He's offering to help her regardless of their complicated history, and she's grateful for his kindness, and for his calm. It's steadying, in spite of the confusion and uncertainty. ]

I'll be all right. I'm pretty good at thinking on my feet, so I should be okay on my own. But... I'm glad to know that I'll have someone like you to watch my back. It's reassuring.

[ Though, the fact of the matter is he's offered to do more than just watch her back. She glances over at the bed and a fresh blush climbs up her throat. ]

It should go without saying, but I'll do my best to look out for you, too. I'm pretty reliable, you know.

I know you will be. [Perhaps one might think such words can be kind of condescending, but they're said with upmost belief that Navia will be okay.

After all, Navia had not gone through what she had only to be done in by a resort that just wants her to bang more than occasionally. Also, the place was...well, it wasn't terrible by all means. It isn't a vacation, but it also wasn't like they were doing heavy, manual labor or anything.]

Spina di Rosula has done greatly under your leadership and I cannot imagine someone to think of you as undependable. Business negotiations beside, I have never thought of you as lacking, Navia. [Though, he can't help but follow her gaze towards the bed.] Mora for your thoughts?

[Continued from here.]

That, I can't answer. [Even if he's a Vision holder, that is the limit of his extraordinariness. He really was just another guy otherwise. Very much human.] I've been told by others that there doesn't seem to be a way to escape. My few theories is that something preventing us is merely stronger than us, powers are possibly nullified to prevent escaping, or that there is simply nothing out there.

[Honestly? None of it sounds great.

He finally gets up if only to examine the impressive spread of food that was left for them. He guesses that this much food is with the expectation they'd be burning quite a bit of energy. Hah.] It would be best to temper your expectations. There's a lot of us who have not really found much leeway on leaving.

I'll bear that in mind. While I don't mean to diminish the efforts of anyone here, I can't simply accept that without investigating it myself.

[While it's not encouraging, it's also a lot of speculation. The only fact he can be reasonably certain of is that people have so far been unable to escape. Without knowing their capabilities or what methods have been tried, he can't accurately judge the hopelessness of the situation.

There is one thing he can test right now, though. He channels a small amount of cursed energy through his body, just to make sure that he can. Nothing seems to be impeding him. He dispels it again as quickly. If there is anything preventing the use of abilities, it must not be present or active throughout the building.

With that confirmation, he returns his attention to the stack of gifts. Are they just another prop for this absurd set-up, a trap, or something else? He's not sensing any cursed energy from them. Which doesn't mean there can't be a bomb or some other danger inside, but he deems the risk low enough to pick up one of the boxes and gingerly peel back the wrapping.

There is no part of him that could have anticipated the leather collar and matching attached leash that he finds inside.]

...

This really is too much.

I find it more practical to do things yourself than to take word of mouth. [If he were capable of doing it himself, he certainly was. As it is, his abilities are fairly limited in handling these things. He can only trust others in their assessments where he can't make his own.

The man seems pragmatic and one who rather judge with their own eyes more than to rely on others. He likes that.

Though he can't help but laugh in response to the other's following words. Then again, the two of them are hardly dressed appropriately either.] You really do get desensitized to it all after awhile. That being said, they still manage to surprise you once in awhile.

[He walks over to pluck the leather collar out of Nanami's hands.] Not your size or to your taste? What a shame. [He can't help but joke a little bit. The situation is still somewhat ridiculous. Ridiculous because he wasn't even a newcomer but he's still getting carted to new beds still.]

[He relinquishes it easily, not having any desire to keep hold of it.]

Not really.

[Unclear if he means it's not really his size or taste, or if he doesn't think it's a shame. Maybe all of the above. The box it came in is getting set back down on the table and he's not picking up another. If he can expect similar contents in the others, he doesn't need to open them. Suggestive props, that's all. Nothing important.]

[Wriothesley just laughs a little as he puts it aside and picks up one of the boxes to unwrap it. Well, if Nanami wasn't going to open them, then he'll open them. No big deal.

The next box he opens is...a tail plug. Hilariously, he is pretty sure this is a husky tail, which is funnier when one thinks about how matching it is to his hair. Ah. Well. It certainly matches the leather collar.] They really want us to live a very kinky, married life it seems. What if we were cat people though?

[He's taking this pretty casually. He guesses he has been here long enough to not be too ruffled by what the resort tosses at them.]

[Continued from here.]

[Hey man. As someone who has met Lorenz and finds himself rather fond of the man, he can say that he's much cooler than Lorenz. Like, sorry Lorenz, but you're kind of a silly guy.

He leans down a little as he grins.]

If compliments the lady wants, then compliments the lady gets. After all, how could I not shower you with words of praise with such a pretty face to admire. [A hand reaches up to tuck some of her hair behind her ear.] I can't say I can completely complain about being stuck in here with you.

[Wriothesley isn't a liar either. If he's going to flirt, he should be honest about it.]

Oh? And how would you want me to prove it? Actions speak louder than words as they say.

[Continued from here.]

[Is he being lowkey threatened to put the sweater on??? Well, you know what, there have been worse things to happen in this place. He might as well.

Unbuttoning his waistcoat and dress shirt is an easy feat and he slips the garment on. While it didn't fit her frame at all, it seems almost too small for his. He fills the sweater pretty tightly and he definitely has the chest to support it in comparison.

His mouth quirks in a lopsided smile as he steps over to her to help assist her.] Here. Let me help you with that. [He fears she'll be stuck like this for awhile if he doesn't help her.]

I don’t need help!

( oh, but she does. the protest is largely for appearances, though not in a conscious way— she’s not unaware that she’s stuck, after all, but that doesn’t make it any less humiliating. her flailing pauses as wriothesley moves in, but if she were fuming any harder, steam would be rising from her head. there’s a vulnerability in needing help that makes her want to tear the whole thing off and try something else instead, but... )

What’s the point of clothing like this, anyway? ( it’s not even her first time in a frilly dress. her disdain isn’t for the appearance of it, necessarily: ) Hard as hell to move properly in it.

[There's so much material that it takes him a moment to find the zipper and just carefully zip it down. Ta-da. If it makes her feel any better, he doesn't say anything about her struggles and merely moves onto answering her question.]

For people, clothes is more than just something to cover themselves. A lot of people use clothes to express themselves. People like to wear clothes that they think look good on them, so you get outfits like this that exist. Being fashionable is important to some. [He does understand both sides. His outfit is tailored to carry a specific image, but he also needs his clothes to breath well enough for him to fight in.] Sometimes, people can afford form over function.

( is that all it is? boring. it’s not even that she has disdain for such a dress, as she stares down at it; it’s just such a hassle, she can’t imagine why anyone would choose to bother at all, let alone on a regular basis.

and yet. here they are, surrounded by people eager to do just that. guideau lets out a little scoff, but seems content to stand there, frilled to the nines. )

What’s your damage, then? ( surprisingly, this isn’t an insult. she even has the grace to elaborate: ) You don’t usually find people that are all worldly and...

( ... that sweater really is a few sizes small for him, huh... )

... Big.

[He helps make sure the dress is properly on before zipping it back up, merely adjusting any of the many components seem off. Well...at least she's cute in it? Not that it seems like it really matters to her what she's wearing.

He pauses for a moment before barking out a laugh. He doesn't seem offended at all by her words. Merely amused.]

Ah, mademoiselle. I think anyone else might be offended by your words. [He obviously isn't though.] Well, I will take being told I am worldly and big as a compliment.

[It isn't the first time Wriothesley has actually been said to be worldly, though it has never been said to his face. As for big? Well, he worked hard for his current physique and the sweater stretched over his torso is more than enough of an indication. At least he got to keep his pants on. Who knows how indecent he might look without them.] Hmm, I'm like any other person with an unfortunate backstory. It is fairly common, no?

( damn i forgot fontaine was french. jumpscare en français...

anyway. she blows a bit of mussed hair out of her face, half out of practicality, and half to make something of her sigh. while she has a mind to retort something like, you’d know if it was an insult, the mere act of dressing (the indignity of being stuck) has exhausted her enough to let it go peaceably. as much as her instincts are to be as difficult as possible at all times... she understands there is some inherent value in cooperation.

the question is more of how far that goes. )

Is it? I wouldn’t know.

( there’s no sarcasm or ill-intent in her words, only a simple statement of fact. guideau is a creature of instinct living solely in the moment; backstories, tragic or otherwise, rarely come to mind. )

Most people are at least smaller about it. ( seriously... she knows so many twinks, and for what. )

[Sorry, this made me fucking laugh. Real.

Hey man, Wriothesley has pretty thick skin and he's pretty good at reading a room, a tone, and when he's actually being insulted. That being said, not everyone is as perceptive and others easily might get offended.]

I feel like this place has gathered quite a few people who have faced some interesting lives at the very least. [He doesn't go around asking about peoples' pasts but he does find himself gleaming enough that people here were not without hardships. He won't make assumptions of course.

Still, when you take care of prisoners for a living, one definitely is used to people who are down on their luck.] Well, what is life without some hardships.

[He laughs though.] Sorry, sorry. I can't exactly make myself smaller. Well, how are you feeling? Is the dress to your taste or would you prefer something with less fabric? [Less...everything.]

Interesting lives die the same as boring ones.

( her bit of cynicism comes as she’s inspecting the seam of the skirt. her fingers curl into either side of it as she considers it. the glint in her eyes doesn’t bode well for the garment. one of the staff members, jaded veteran that they are, seems to notice this and begins to rush over; several racks sit between them and their target, though, as they come from across the store.

unfortunately, this means there’s nothing stopping guideau from ripping the skirt apart, here, tearing it open from waist to leg. you know. for maneuvering )

Way less fabric! ( if that wasn’t obvious. rip— literally— to all these ruffles. (the poor worker briefly stops dead in their tracks, looking like they want to die.) guideau huffs in irritation, but at least she can stretch, now. ) And earrings.

( this is clearly meant to be wrio’s cue to do something about it, from her perspective. the pointed look she gives him makes it obvious. the fact that her eviction from the store is imminent doesn’t appear to factor into her expectations. )

It might not matter when a person has died, but while they are alive, there is brilliance in living. [Her cynicism is met with Wriothesley's optimism. It isn't that he isn't a realist. People will die and those that lived pitiful, sad lives will die just the same as those who lived a rich, comfortable life. But he doesn't care to linger on the dead, instead, focusing on those that are still alive. People who still had lives to live out.

Ah, but you know what's dead? That dress. Wriothesley can only watch as she tears the dress apart in the store. He guesses the way she talks has been enough indication that her familiarity (or care) for social norms merely doesn't exist. A glance at any of the workers and seeing their expression is enough for him to know that this is probably going to be Guideau's first and last time in this store.]

Right... [He'll...step away to grab her a pair of earrings. In that period of time, he'll bow his head at the worker, who looks like they're about to faint, and quickly pay for the ruined dress and earrings he had plucked off display. The quicker he can usher her out of the store the better. Probably.

He comes back and places the earrings in her hand.] Here.

[ the clinic has been overrun with patients, and staying there won't do any good when there's a shortage of space and staff anyway. it's not as if it's anything life-threatening (yet) — clorinde has had her fair share of colds, rare as they may be, and this is nothing more than a sore throat. if a sore throat also involved coughing up pink camellias.

but it's fine. it's more of a nuisance than anything. with most guests staying in the clinic or holed up in their rooms, the conservatory is much less busy than it was earlier, and clorinde finds herself in the orchard with wriothesley holding an orangeberry in her hands.

... what were they doing here again? she swallows down the dryness in the back of her throat, the tickle of petals forcing their way back up again. ah, yes— ]

If I recall, you have a few citrus blends of tea that you're fond of. [ see... she does pay attention despite not being a tea nerd. ] This one should compliment it well.

[Wriothesley is only marginally surprised when he runs into Clorinde again. With Neuvillette also appearing again and others confirming themselves getting lost with their sense of time being hours yet they were gone for months, he has grown more used to the strange happenings.

He was warned that time has no concept here.

If anything, Clorinde is probably more thrown off by the amount of time that has passed on top of Wriothesley's change in appearance. Some marks from the end of march linger on his body, still keeping his neck bandaged, and his hair is tied into a messy, long ponytail. He's still a little weary, but his energy has been much better after a week of just sex upon sex.

Honestly? Seeing Clorinde helps a lot with his frayed nerves. He'll take any familiarity he can.]

Oh? Memorizing my tastes in tea? I didn't realize you cared about that stuff. [His tone is light and teasing.]

[ bluntly, ]

I don't. [ which he already knows. but it goes without saying that she does care about him, however, which means she unfortunately will wind up caring about tea anyway. he knows this as well. ] You're just obvious with your preferences.

[ you know, as if that's all it is. in any case, she was thrown off, mostly by his change in appearance; the longer hair is difficult to ignore, but he wears it well. the marks do raise some concern, but she trusts that he would have gotten them looked at if they were serious. she hasn't asked about them, nor has she asked about his near-disheveled state that she has so rarely seen him in.

it seems that going outside (or as much "outside" as they can go while still in the confines of the resort) helps, at least a little. she digs her thumbs into the fruit, carefully pulling off the peel. ]

We can share one, if you'd like.

[He pretends to look offended, pressing a hand to his chest as though he finds her words insulting.] Obvious? Me? Are you sure you're talking about the right person?

[Honestly, she isn't wrong. He had a few blends he was partial to, but Wriothesley also tried every blend at least once and he isn't one to waste any sort of food item. Then again, Clorinde has dined with him enough to know the particulars about how he takes his tea, so this wasn't surprising in the least.

And the man is gracious about her familiarity to him since she doesn't question his more tired appearance.] How can I say no when you offer so sweetly? [He pats the spot next to him.]

[ in the time she has come to know wriothesley, she has been reminded time and again of the importance of patience. she knows, of course, in the context of hunting, of biding her time and waiting for the opportune moment. the same is applicable here: there is no pushing wriothesley for anything more than he isn't willing to give or divulge from the onset. he could talk circles around the best of them and clorinde does not presume to be an expert in the art of doublespeak, nor would she want to be. but it means that all he gets in return for his theatrics is a flat look.

trust is earned, not given. the time she had put in to cultivate it has, she thinks (she hopes), borne fruit. when it comes down to it, he knows she will always be there for him, just as she knows he will be there for her. and yet, here she is, cutting off the surge of petals under the guise of clearing her throat as she joins him. ]

Don't get too excited. [ her? sweet? hm. she splits the orangeberry down the middle, handing him one half of it. ]

[The expression really only serves to encourage him to continue being a brat, you know. Wriothesley loves to exasperate the other. It's all in good fun and it's easy to distract people of things when they're frustrated with him instead.

Though, she knows his tricks well, so the exasperating is honestly more honest of him just teasing her anyways.

Though, he does look at her curiously for a moment. Maybe it's only because he hasn't really seen her in months, but he can't help but feel like something is off. Maybe the paranoia and wariness of March still lingers strongly in his blood. He also trusted his instinct though. But...he also trusted Clorinde enough that if there was anything wrong, she'd say something about it.]

How can I not? It has been awhile since we've shared a meal together. At least from my point of view. [He takes it from her, his gaze softening.] It's nice to see you, is all.

[ she does indeed know his tricks well, and with it comes an unavoidable layer of fondness beneath that exasperation. he knows this too, of course. clorinde isn't someone who'd suffer the company of another if they truly did grate on her nerves. it's all part of there usual back and forth, really. ]

No. It's been some time for me as well. [ she's still not entirely sure she understands the flow of time here, or how the logistics work. she's taken to thinking of these little visits as a mini day off, of sorts. ] Things have been busy, as of late.

[ given the aftermath of everything that's happened, the return to order and normalcy takes time. but, she supposes she should be thankful for this as well, being able to spend time with him doing nothing more than enjoying a nice view and shared fruit. she pulls off a segment of the orangeberry, popping it in her mouth. the flavor is interesting, but pleasant. ]

You know, you can always call for me if you wanted to see me.

Apparently so... [His mouth quirks in a smile, but there's something sad that lingers in his eyes.] Neuvillette has told me that the prophecy has come to pass and I imagine that Fontaine is moving forward from such an event.

[A rebuilding that he is apparently there for, yet here he is.] For me, it has yet to come though. I only know as much as what I've been told and, well, the last time we saw each other for me was four months or so. I'm afraid that I think that I won't be able to call for you whenever I fancy to. [And there is loneliness in his tone. It's new to some extent. Wriothesley is no stranger to company, but he feels it this time. The people whom he had grown accustomed to seeing and all the work he had put in and built from the ground up was practically gone. Furina had come and gone, a situation he doesn't know how to assess, and there is the worry that Neuvillette will too.

That Clorinde is also a temporary resident whom he'll not see soon after the next month comes in. He has to enjoy the moment as he can.

Wriothesley carefully eats some of the fruit given to him.] I'll take advantage of your company in the meantime though. Hopefully you didn't have any plans to jump into any heated orgies or run off with some attractive Casanova anytime soon.

[ even if wriothesley was told, she knows it's not the same for him. given the state of affairs from his perspective as he has last remembered it, this was something he would need to reconcile on his own. it wouldn't matter if she tried to reassure him, it wouldn't be same as him seeing and experiencing it himself. much like herself, he isn't someone who does well with idle hands for long; she wonders, at times, how he still manages to hold on to himself in a place so determined to let go of their inhibitions to the point of forgetting who they are. ]

Did you think me to be so shallow? [ her tone is dry, but the undercurrent of amusement remains, sweetened by the nectar of the fruit that lingers on her tongue. ] Most of the men here leave much to be desired.

[ but she considers his words, and the ache of loneliness beneath; the smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. she turns towards him, leaning in to meet his gaze. ]

... In the time we've known each other, I've always answered your call. [ and perhaps, in the end, it's silly to promise this. but she has always kept her word to him; to those she has come to care for. ] And I will continue to do so.

I would never think of such a thing about you. It is not that I think you to be shallow but I think that you are someone deserving to live such a whirlwind romance. [He laughs a little in response. His tone is no less teasing.] Oh? I think there are many people here that are desirable enough. I did not realize you were so hard to get, yet would lay with me.

[We do a little self deprecation. It's for fun though. For fun. A joke.]

Hah... [Ever so serious. He usually is good with rolling with the punches, but it does off kilter him a bit. He rubs the back of his bandaged neck sheepishly.] No need to get so deep like that. It's nothing so serious. This place. [He says that, but Clorinde had not seen the mental state he had been during March. And he's glad for it.

He's not flustered, you're flustered.]

[ why wouldn't i, is the first thought that crosses her mind with an ease that would surprise her if the answer hadn't been known to her for a while now. why wouldn't she here — a foreign place with foreign faces, his being the only one that she knows and trusts. wriothesley claims it isn't so deep and serious, but she's certain even he isn't immune to the effects of solitude.

something wells up within her and she has just enough time to turn her head, covering her mouth as her body shudders from the force of a series of violent, heaving coughs. pink petals slip past her fingers, tinged with blood as she attempts to breathe in between, barely catching herself with her free hand when she pitches forward. her vision spins, then dims, before blacking out entirely. ]

[The only time he has had to react any quicker than him launching himself forward to catch Clorinde is possibly when he was faced with certain death when the Primordial Sea had broken through the seal underneath the Fortress.

His arm reaches out before she can fall forward, fruit and the atmosphere completely foreign.] Clorinde?!

[He only takes a glance at the bloodied petals before he's already moving to lifting her up in his arms. There is a hurried firmness in his movement, yet he cradles the duelist's body against his chest with such a fierce and gentle protectiveness as he whisks her away quickly.

Wriothesley doesn't care about the faces that he walks passed, only thinking about the infirmary for his destination. For her.]

[ if she were conscious, she'd likely be more surprised by his reaction, maybe; by the careful way with which he holds her in his arms. this sort of gentle urgency is foreign to her, having been deprived of it while growing up and even now, as an adult. perhaps it's a good thing, then, that she's unaware, completely still in his arms as he takes them to the infirmary.

the first nurse who spots them takes one look at clorinde before ushering them into the last remaining room, having just been vacated by the previous patient. she quickly explains the hanahaki illness to wriothesley and takes clorinde's pulse before informing him that she's fine, just fatigued. she hands him a box of condoms and a bottle of water, making sure they stay hydrated before leaving.

clorinde is slow to stir at first, blinking beneath the harsh florescent lights as she takes stock of her surroundings. her throat is sore, but otherwise feels nothing else out of the ordinary, her eyes eventually finding him. ]

Wriothesley—?

[If he had not already been here for a couple of months, he would be skeptical of what the nurse explains to him. Isn't it a little ludicrous anyways? But he takes in the information explained to him and can only wait for Clorinde to come to.

He has his fingers entwined with the woman's hand when she comes to. How long has he been holding her hand?

Don't worry about it.

He starts a little as soon as he feels her move and hears her speak.] Hey. You fainted. Did you know you were sick this entire time?

[ now that she's awake, more things come to awareness: the firm bed beneath her, the sterile scent of the infirmary; the warm of his hand against hers. she looks down to see their fingers entwined, his broader hand covering hers, and lets them remain. ]

I'd assumed it was just a new strain of a cold. I didn't think it was that bad. [ not that she's ever had experience with coughing up flowers. she squeezes his hand lightly, looking back up at him. ] ... I'm sorry.

[ for worrying him. for not telling him earlier. ]

I- [He shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair with his free hand.] It's not something you have to apologize. It scared me, you know. Someone as strong as you suddenly collapsing like that.

[He's not one to assume the worst, but he didn't know what to assume.]

Hey, do you wanna go somewhere else? I can't say the atmosphere is great. [His smile turns a little sheepish.] The nurse told me the cure, but I think I'd prefer somewhere that feels more private and less...sterile.

It's not typically a habit of mine.

[ she closes her eyes, taking a deep breath before moving to sit up. she moves slowly in an effort to let herself adjust, bringing her legs over to sit on the side of the bed closest to him. she can count the amount of times she'd fainted in her life on one hand; the idea of becoming so vulnerable, so weak, doesn't sit well with her. while she loathes the fact that he had to see her in such a state, she's glad it was him and not someone else. ]

Yes. That might be best.

I would hope not.

[His gaze stays on her carefully, watching for any signs of discomfort or pain. He sighs a little bit and moves to his feet.] Please endure a little longer then. [He knows that she might protest what he's about to do, but he thinks it'll be easier and quicker.

Wriothesley carefully tucks one arm under her legs and the other on her back before lifting her up into his arms.] Let's go then.

[ her first instinct is to insist that she's fine and that she's well enough to at least make it to her room. but she remembers the expression on his face when she came to, the warmth of his hand entwined with hers, and she thinks better of it. instead, she wraps one arm around his shoulders, studying his face briefly before leaning her head against his chest. ]

... All right.

[ it prickles at her, this vulnerability. but she wrestles it down, closing her eyes and letting him take her where he wants to go. ]

[Wriothesley is nothing if not protective. He carries her close to his chest as he leaves the Broken Wing and starts to walk down the many glamorous hallways towards Mating Seasons. In normal circumstances, he would just take her back to his room or hers, but he doesn't know the status of her room to trust it and he could acknowledge that his room is not the most comfortable with what amenities he has at his rank.

Mating Seasons should have proper space for them to be comfortable and be given the privacy they want.

It's how they end up there in a nice room. It wasn't lavish, but it was comfortable and spacious. Exactly what he was expecting. Wriothesley carefully places her down on the bed and takes a seat next to her.] How are you feeling?

[ she doesn't open her eyes until they reach mating seasons, fully placing her trust in him to find a place more suitable to rest in. the lights of the gilded hallways are bright enough to prick at her beneath her eyelids and she turns her face into his chest without really thinking about it, seeking even just a moment's relief.

she looks more tired when they reach the room, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand after coughing up a few more petals. she lowers herself down on the bed, sighing once her back hits the mattress. ]

Like I could use a nap. [ a poor attempt at a joke; she never takes naps. ] Thank you... for taking care of me.

Clorinde? Needing a nap? Next you'll tell me that Neuvillette is taking a vacation longer than a day. [Wriothesley happily quips back. It relieves the tension just a bit to get that back and forth in.

The lingering scent of florals and the petals is still too present for neither of them to forget what's happening.]

You can take a nap after, but I'm afraid you'll have to stay awake a little longer for now. [Well, technically she could sleep, but he doubts she'd feel comfortable doing that. Especially as Wriothesley braces a hand on the mattress to lean over her from where he's seated.] Let's deal with your illness, shall we? You don't have to thank me because you would have cared for me in return if our roles were reversed.

[Continued from here.]

Well, let's not go that far. Dream big, so they say. It's alright to dream big but still have realistic expectations, no?

[Wriothesley was a simple guy, personally. He had simple wants and dreams. Realistic, though Wriothesley was an idealist at heart. He didn't really have anything grandiose in mind most of the time though.]

Sorry, but my idea of a good vacation is settling in for the night with some music and a cup of tea. Unless that sounds like a good time to you, you might want to ask others about how they spend their vacation.

I suppose I'll have to do my best to restrain myself then.

[ Spoilers, Kleken is both brilliant and terrible at restraint. Mostly because there were some things he absolutely refused to allow himself, while others there were no restrictions at all. And sometimes which ones were which would flip-flop. Truly, a gem of a man. ]

That doesn't sound like a bad time at all. Do you read as well, or simply enjoy the sounds?

[ Interesting, with Wriothesley's appearance, such peace and quiet pastimes didn't immediately come to mind. But he did seem to be much more in control of himself in action than his looks would suggest, making him an interesting little discovery for Kleken. ]

[Wriothesley is pressing X for doubt. That man definitely did not hold back when they decided to absolutely destroy him in the changing rooms. At least, he's skeptical where Kleken would decide to show restraint.]

I sometimes read, but a lot of the time I just do some meka upkeep. Sometimes there's something marvel about doing nothing though. [Says the man who is constantly doing something. He does value the moments where he can decompress.]

Well, I've been reading a lot more here. There's quite a selection of books and about a lot of things I've never seen or heard of. I can't help but be curious.

[ How could Wriothesley doubt him, an upstanding citizen- ]

Oh, that sentiment I can certainly relate to. I rather enjoy laying at the bottom of a pool and enjoying the beautiful silence there.

[ Maybe not the most relatable experience itself for those who need to breathe air, but Kleken hardly knows that Fontaine natives are special exceptions to that. He'd recommend the activity even without that knowledge, honestly speaking. ]

Read anything good recently?

Oh? You can breath underwater? [It isn't a surprise, really, but it's a nice tidbit of information. It's a detail that aches and resonates in his chest.] You would be fond of Fontaine's waters. The scenery and sea life is quite nice to just watch under the depths.

[And while Kleken didn't know, Wriothesley basically reveals that tidbit. An ability he doesn't get to appreciate here so much without Fontaine's blessed waters.]

Hmm. I read an interesting detective novel recently. I've mostly been reading books about technology. There's a lot of things here I've never seen. [He recently learned how to hotwire a car...

Eventually they walk through the sand more towards the bungalows. The shaded porches is a nice reprieve from the beating "sun" this place decided to simulate.]

Can't everyone?

[ He probably knows how ridiculous of a statement that is. But the bit of amusement he has over his own lie is lost at Wriothesley's returning words, and specifically the implication behind them. That bit of information has him lighting up like a deep sea creature hunting for prey. ]

I'll simply have to hope for some chance to see them myself someday.

[ He doubts he ever will, but who knew what the future could hold. It would be Wriothesley's luck if Kleken were to suddenly pop up in Teyvat somehow, following him like the stray octo he was. ]

[ With the shade ahead spotted, he'll immediately begin heading for one of those porches, unsubtly pulling the taller man along as he goes. Please, he's going to dry out. ]

I hope there was a thrilling end to the novel. Though I'm rather surprised to hear there are books about technology here for leisurely reading.

It's surprisingly rare, I think. [Maybe not so rare back home, but there were also circumstances where Vision holders could only do so in Fontaine. It would be nice if it could be available everywhere though. He'd love to explore the depths of other nations if he ever left Fontaine.

He can only imagine that Kleken is pulling his leg.]

I think you'd like it. [It's fun to imagine seeing the man swim by the giant window into the ocean before properly entering the fortress. Kleken would truly be someone that just keeps showing up in his presence.

He laughs a little as he's tugged along.] There's a lot of books that aren't just shameless porn in the library. It's rather varied, actually.

How unfortunate for those who can't enjoy the sensation of submersion. But you're correct there... I'd like it very much.

[ Talk all he may, Kleken probably has far less experience in an actual ocean than Wriothesley does. The combination of a world dangerous to many outside most major cities was and being completely engulfed in the management of the Istvan Gang's affairs as Istvan's right hand man, he'd only been able to indulge here and there in some safer bodies of water. Not nearly enough for his greed to know more about the undersea world that ever calls to his attention like a siren. ]

[ So don't be startled at the speed in which he accepts an opportunity to drink in the waters of Fontaine. He will absolutely loiter around outside Wriothesley's office just to be a pest. ]

Hmm... you must tell me which sections you're reading in then. I'm afraid all I've been able to find are instructive manuals for positions I hadn't thought the human body capable of comfortably making.

[Wriothesley grins a little.]

How about we head to the library then? Unless you still want to play friendly with the lifeguards here. [While the siren call of the water is ever so present for Wriothesley, wanting nothing more than to down a cocktail and lay on the bottom of the water, he can tear himself away for a short while and browse the library with the other.]

Well, there's a lot of books like that too. You just have to dig around, but they do have books that aren't related to sex. We can go find some for you to read while you're here. Maybe they'll be good reads while lounging on the beach.

I'd much rather have a library outing than an avian one.

[ Kleken on his best days is an avid avoider of libraries. ]

[ Given his alleyway upbringing, it's hardly a surprise that he has a preference to collect information directly from someone's mouth, rather than from a page in a book. Add onto that the fact book knowledge wasn't often useful for gang negotiations and libraries were quite obviously a lost resource on him. ]

[ That didn't mean he never visited them. His favored way was just in the company of another to keep him entertained. And he most certainly was interested in seeing if he could get out of this area and into other places. ]

Do lead the way then.

[Wriothesley holds his arm for Kleken to take.] Let's go then.

[Wriothesley isn't much of a library person himself, but he has been frequenting it a little more now with less to do during downtime. He quite misses the Fortress' ledgers and the finance reports hitting his desk honestly.

He smiles easily though.] Let's find a nice, quiet spot for the rest of our date, shall we?

[ Wonderful. He slips his arm around Wriothesley's, a tentacle extending itself from his sleeve to add another loop around the other's forearm. For extra security, of course. ]

Yes, let's.

[ Goodbye beautiful beach but terrible lifeguard, Kleken rather hopes one of you will be disappearing quite shortly and two guesses which one that is. ]

[Continued from here.]

[Wriothesley takes his time kissing the other, tongue curling around Lon'qu's in a silent bid to encourage the other to return the gesture. Inexperience is obviously emanating from them, but he doesn't seem bothered by it nor impatient either. He just happily lets his tongue taste and explore that mouth. A kiss can sometimes be a battle in its own way.

He breaks the kiss after the moment with a grin and a quick chaste kiss to follow.]

Hm? There's the kiss you wanted. Does that satisfy you now?

[ It’s nothing like he’s ever felt before.

He hadn’t imagined that kisses could be so…hot. Wriothesley’s tongue almost scorches him, and yet he can’t get enough—his tongue’s tentative prods soon get bolder and bolder, seeking more of that heat, until— ]

Urgh…

[ It’s over already? And in that short time Wriothesley had somehow made him look even more flushed and wanton than he had already, with his hair a sandy mess and his cheeks burning hot enough to rival dragonfire.

The look he gives Wriothesley is…complicated, if nothing else. ]

Don’t—Don’t mock me. That was for…for…honor…

[ Just let him have this… ]

[Curious. Wriothesley still doesn't move to get off the other and merely tilts his head a little.]

It's a little teasing, but I'm not trying to mock you. Is it not normal to want the person you kissed to be satisfied? [He knows his answer, he's pretty sure, with the other's flushed and disheveled appearance.] That's a little disappointing. Kissing you was nice.

[Despite Lon'qu's obvious inexperience, there's something earnest about the other that was nice about kissing them.]

That's it though, right? I got my kiss, so this is where we part ways, hmm?

Yargh…

[ Why does he suddenly feel so…bad? Like there’s a tightening in his chest that he doesn’t really get unless Basilio looks at him a certain way and—

Listen, he’s just not good with feelings, all right? ]

It doesn’t have to end…here.

[ Apologies if he starts looking like he’d eaten something foul right after kissing Wriothesley. He’s really just trying to work up the nerve— ]

You’re a strong warrior. I would test my strength against yours again.

[ This.

This is flirting. ]

[A slight raise of an eyebrow before he grins. Lon'qu really needs to stop being so cute. For a man who obviously is a strong warrior, they really are quite charming like this.]

Oh? [He trails a finger down the man's chest.] Where do you want it to go then? [Instructions unclear.]

And I'm always more than happy to go toe to toe again. [This could mean a lot of things, but Wriothesley is being honest in that he does love a good fight. A test of strength can be taken the wrong way, and so could Wriothesley's words while he coyly chats with the man he was currently straddling.]

Are you asking for a public match or a private match? [This is definitely flirting.]

[ And Lon’qu’s just…confused. It’s clear that Wriothesley’s flirting with him, that touch of his sending shivers down his spine.

Listen, he’s not great at flirting, all right? He needs things straightforwardly spelled out, or he’s going to blurt out something dangerously stupid— ]

Does it matter? It’s just a match.

[He blinks once. Twice. Wriothesley can't help but laugh after a moment. He doesn't mean to laugh at the other. It's just...well it's cute. The man is really quite cute despite their curt personality.]

Sorry, sorry. I guess I should be more clear. Do you want a proper rematch or do you want sex? Perhaps I read too much into your words.

[Is that straightforward enough for you, Lon'qu?]

[ Even if Wriothesley doesn’t mean it, the laugh does feel a little insulting, Lon’qu bristling visibly at the response.

At least before Wriothesley gives him a proper one.

Which promptly reignites that blush— ]

What? I…I…

[ Just give him a moment to process this, because this kind of thing has never happened to him before and he doesn’t know the first thing of how to respond— ]

[Wriothesley chuckles softly. He finally moves to get off the other. Maybe it's time to stop flustering them. It's not like he actually expect the other to agree nor did it seem like something they'd proposition in the first place.]

Don't think too much on it. It was my mistake for making certain assumptions based on how this place works. [He almost feels a little like he's a bad influence for the guy. Oops.

He holds his hand out to the other with the intent of helping them to their feet.] Here.

[ He’d have shoved that hand aside and gotten up on his own—his ego’s bruised enough that he’s tempted to do it anyway.

But…

With a sigh, he reaches out to accept Wriothesley’s hand instead. ]

…My thanks.

[ This kind of thing is routine, so why is he blushing furiously anyway? And why does he feel a certain iciness in that big, strong hand… ]

Where I come from, people have no qualms about…indulging themselves. I should have been better prepared.

[Wriothesley helps him up with no issue. He even helps pat sand off Lon'qu's back once they're both standing.]

I don't think it's a bad thing. Some people are more used to those things than others. If it's not something you're attuned to, it's not bad. This place has a tendency to bring that side of others out. Sometimes, not really because they want it.

[He smiles a little.] Please don't think much on it. I believe that I can finish my scavenger hunt though, so thank you. I think I have taken up enough of your time.

…Right.

[ He doesn’t know what else to say.

Honestly, this good-natured acceptance of Wriothesley’s is also so aggravatingly, charmingly Feroxi of him. Is he really not one of Basilio’s men…? He shakes his head once they part, to get the lay of the land and…

…Eventually make his way to the Talon some time later on, having found little recourse but to get away from the strangeness of the resort by commandeering some small corner of the fitness area to thwack at a training dummy with a wooden sword.

He has yet to indulge in this world’s imperatives, but his own deadline is looming, and he doesn’t like it one bit. But for now? All he can do is put all his frustrations into his strikes, resulting in the dummy’s head snapping off and rolling away from a particularly vicious strike, finally coming to a stop at Wriothesley’s feet.

Lon’qu looks up at him. ]

You, again.

Me.

[Wriothesley is a common face at Talon. Always wanting to be at his best if a fight might come his way, the man rarely skips on training. It's why it's no surprise that he has ended up at the gym, though he isn't exactly expecting to have the poor head of the dummy Lon'qu was whaling against roll at his feet.

He leans down to pick it up.] Feeling a little frustrated? I don't think the dummy was quite ready to meet its untimely end to such a strong fighter like this.

Strength is nothing without technique. Destroying it was sloppy of me.

[ He knows that’s not what Wriothesley meant, but he does take some comfort in his bluntness, in this talk of fighting rather than of the other thing that’s made their relationship just…weird to him.

He still doesn’t know how to process attraction. His face flushes; his fingers twitch….

A rematch seems like the best and only recourse.

…At least this one doesn’t look half as dumb as Vaike. ]

You need to blow steam or something then?

[He studies the other for a moment. The flushed face to the man's seemingly agitated body language. He quirks his mouth into a lopsided grin before tossing the towel draped around his neck off to the side.]

Well? Come on, now. You look like you want to vent a little. That's what you want, right? A rematch. I'll let you release all that pent up frustration so don't hold back on my account.

[ He sizes Wriothesley up for a moment, before realizing just how bad of an idea it actually is. The way he’s flushed from exertion, the sweat running down his neck, the towel hanging off of one broad shoulder, the flex of those arms…

Some part of him does realize what this all means to him, yet the more rational part of him refuses to acknowledge it. It’s…something that other people get to enjoy, not the likes of him. He only ever had to focus on one thing in his life since that day, and…

He swallows.

It feels like he's sinking. ]

You don’t use weapons.

[ It wouldn’t be a fair fight to him if Wriothesley’s just using his fists. ]

[For what it's worth, Wriothesley is very much focused on the idea of a match than what Lon'qu might be troubled with. The thrill of a good fight or something.

He folds his arms over his chest and tilts his head.] Oh? These are weapons though? [His fists were his weapons were they not? Was the other worried he's at a disadvantage.]

Fighting with my hands is what I do best. Wouldn't it make sense for you to fight at your best? If that means a sword, then that means we would both be fighting with what we know best. I don't see it as a disadvantage. [The Pankration Ring hosted fights filled with all sort of fighters and all sort of tactics utilized. He knew how to hold his own against person, meka, and everything inbetween.]

Besides, it's just a friendly match. Are you planning to kill me or something?

[ With those arms crossed, Lon’qu finds himself with more of an eyeful of Wriothesley’s chest than he’d cared to experience in a lifetime… ]

…I’m not planning on holding back.

[ And that’s about his best answer as he desperately runs through various scenarios in his head. Wriothesley’s good; he’ll give him that. But is he good enough to get inside Lon’qu’s guard a second time when he’s now armed? Doubtful.

Then again, he knows better by now that underestimating his opponents is never a good idea…

He can just keep on convincing himself that that’s all there is to it, and that his thoughts of battle tactics have nothing to do at all with him avoiding the muscular elephant in the room— ]

Good, good. I rather lose to an opponent giving it their all than to win because they weren't operating at their best.

[Which is to say, he isn't sure if Lon'qu was operating at their best. They seemed fairly distracted to say the least... And well-] Mora for your thoughts? You seem distracted. [And he can't help but be a little concerned. Was something ailing them?]

Is something wrong?

[He takes a few steps forward.]

[ Years of strict discipline has just barely managed to keep him from taking an instinctive step back—not so much out of repulsion as it is fear of his own attraction toward the man. It’s inconvenient at best and…and…. ]

I’m fine.

[ Said a little too hastily. ]

My sword arm hasn’t been as steady from the lack of training. That’s all.

[ He’s finally conscious of just how tense and firm his grip on that practice sword is, and he forces himself to ease up on his grip, revealing the pointed tip of a spade tattoo placed over his wrist, its color inky black.

He still hasn’t indulged since the moment he got here. ]

[Wriothesley is much too sharp to miss the dark mark against fairer skin. His hand instinctively moves to grab their arm so that he can get a good look at it. It's not as though wrist was uncommon for the tattoo. Wriothesley's own diamond was on his inner right wrist, the pinkish symbol decorated against inky black "handcuffs" that decorate his wrists.]

Hey...

[His brows furrow as he looks at the spade before looking at the other. Sparring completely forgotten to fret over Lon'qu's health.] Not to get into your business, but you haven't slept with anyone recently?

[It doesn't have to be him, but...] It's important for you to at least have a regular partner if you aren't interested in sleeping around. Holding off on this isn't good for you. When was the last time you had sex? This is pretty dark.

[ His breath catches when Wriothesley grabs him, the surge of heat shooting straight to his groin at that.

Damn…he hadn’t realized it could get this bad. But then, he’s been struggling to focus for some time, hasn’t he? He can’t even remember what these marks on their bodies mean now—not his spade, nor the more elaborate pattern on Wriothesley’s wrists, so mesmerizing that he realizes he hadn’t looked up until that question. ]

What?

[ He swallows, hard, trying not to let panic set in as the full brunt of his inaction has finally settled in—the one thing he’d been trying to deny by forcing himself through training and discipline when he should’ve tried to reach out to someone before it was too late.

…He’d been a fool. ]

I’ve never… There isn’t anyone I could…

[He studies the other for a moment, taking in the flush of their face and anything else he can notice about the other man's physical state.

He really can't leave Lon'qu in their current state.

Wriothesley tugs them towards him, starting to pull them with him towards the changing rooms. He imagines that this isn't ideal for them, but he also imagines that they don't want to suffer the consequences of leaving his suit to ravage their mental and physical state.]

Come on. Let's handle it now.

[It doesn't have to be anything intense. A blowjob or a handjob would suffice. Lon'qu seemed to be pretty hesitant to get himself involved with others in such a way, so something quick was probably ideal.]

Wait—

[ …This man is aggravatingly strong, he realizes again to his consternation as he stumbles along after Wriothesley, his mind desperately racing to catch up to what’s happening in the here and now.

Wriothesley’s offering.

The only person in this resort that he’d felt any genuine attraction to, and he’s… ]

You—You don’t have to do this. It’s my fault. I should’ve…

I don't have to, you're right. You make it sound like I'm unwilling though.

[He drags the other to the changing rooms where he basically pushes the other to sit on one of the benches before settling onto his knees in front of them.] If you don't want to with me, then you can say so and I'll stop.

[Hands rest on Lon'qu's knees as he looks up at the other.] But I'll have you know that I'm very much willing. You can imagine it's someone else if that makes it easier for you, but let me help you.

[ …This is not how he’d expected to bring an opponent to his knees.

In fact, just the mere sight of Wriothesley between his legs like this might just make him explode— ]

“Imagine”?

[ Somehow hearing that irks him. ~~Because what imagination—~~ He tries to take deep breaths, to compose himself, before looking Wriothesley square in the eyes— ]

I don’t need to indulge in such things. Not when you’re the—the only…

[ DON’T MAKE HIM SAY IT OUT LOUD… ]

[Is this not the best way to bring an opponent to their knees?

Wriothesley's eyes crinkle at the corners with mirth and he gives the other a pleased smile as he starts to undo the fastenings of their pants. Lon'qu wasn't stopping him nor did they refuse him, so he imagines this is fine to do.]

Not when I'm? [A coy tilt of his head. Sorry, sir. You're going to have to finish that sentence.]

I'm not sure what you're implying.

[ Sir, despite all of Ferox’s best attempts, he’s still a virgin— ]

It’s—It’s not important.

[ He’s not even sure he should risk speaking at all when Wriothesley’s already—gods, they’re really going to do this, aren’t they? And on some level he’s excited for it, feels an odd thrill that’s so markedly different from how he feels in a fight, yet something about it is warm and familiar and comforting and thrilling all the same.

Just…how does anyone sort through their feelings in the midst of all this? He’s afraid he’s going to blurt out something he’s going to regret if Wriothesley keeps him talking. ]

Just…you should enjoy yourself?

[ That’s a thing people do with sex, right? He’s not even sure where to begin beyond gaping awkwardly down as Wriothesley undoes his pants. ]

[There's a low hum as he slowly frees the man's length from their trousers, wrapping a calloused hand around the length to stroke it. It's almost curious as he looks up to study Lon'qu's expression.]

You don't think I won't? [He grins something wicked.]

Don't worry about me and just enjoy the ride, won't you? I happen to be rather fond of having things like this in my mouth. [As though to indicate his claim, he leans forward to press a kiss at the head and down the length.]

So I want you to enjoy yourself too. And don't hold back. Aches after a fight feels good and this is no different. [He's basically implying the man can be as rough as they want to be. He thinks he can certainly handle it.]

[ Despite being told not to hold back, he immediately makes a strangled noise the moment that mouth touches at the tip of his cock.

Gods...even if he’s used to being around shameless types, something about the way Wriothesley’s messing with him in particular is just...so... ]

I—I only know how to fight...

[ All this is entirely new territory for him and it’s thrilling and exhilarating and also deeply, supremely embarrassing, because Lon’qu has not experienced true intimacy in any shape or form since childhood. Everyone had always been kept at arms’ length, emotionally and physically, and even when he’s finally getting one desire gratified he can’t help that strange roiling in his gut, the creeping feeling up his spine. The nagging notion that he doesn’t deserve this, shouldn’t even try to enjoy this, even if every part of his body and soul screams otherwise. ]

And...And this...feels almost like admitting defeat...

You could consider this a kind of fight. Our bodies do the talking, there's intense passion in our actions, and you leave it with a satisfied and aching body.

[Wriothesley runs a long stripe up the length before sucking on the head for a moment, pulling off with a wet pop before stroking the shaft idly.]

I guess if you only think about fighting as either winning or losing in terms of beating your opponent, but I think it's more than that. Exchanging blows and learning the other's strengths and weaknesses. Learning your own. If you think about how fulfilling a fight can be, win or lose, is it still defeat?

[He teases the slit with his tongue before looking up with a grin.] Is it defeat when you leave with new experiences and a moment you'll remember well?

[ He makes a strangled noise at the simile, unsure of whether to be impressed or embarrassed by it.

Maybe it’s a little of both. He sure can’t dwell on it for long with how distracting Wriothesley is, because as it turns out, keeping him talking is turning out to be a terribly mortifying idea.

Is it still defeat?

The truth is that… ]

You’re so…tch…

[ Wriothesley smiles like them, too. Like Basilio in particular, but also the many others in Ferox who’d slapped him on the back a little too hard after a fight well-fought, even if it’s one they’ve lost, time and again. No harm done; they’ll just go back to partying while Lon’qu broods somewhere else, and deep down he…

He squeezes his eyes shut as he comes with a rather anticlimactic grunt and a shudder, his mind briefly turning to the memory of warmth in the snow, of finding a purpose other than wielding a blade, of forging a new life for himself, little by little.

Of finally meeting new people to care about, even when he’d been drafted into the Shepherds.

It isn’t so different here.

He’s still plenty embarrassed, though. ]

A—Apologies, I didn’t mean to finish when you were…

[Lon'qu's seed spills over his lips and gets on his face. For what it's worth, Wriothesley only seems a little surprised, but doesn't seem bothered as cum drips down his cheek. Instead, he merely laps up some of the cum and swallow, before giving the man a pretty devilish grin.]

If you wanted to cover me with your cum, you could have said so. [He seems to take it all with stride, not commenting on it in a way meant to humiliate, but definitely somewhat teasing.

And they are definitely not done yet. Not at all.

Because Wriothesley continues to pump the man's cock with calloused fingers, a half-lidded gaze up at him.] Let's go for a round two. [He doesn't give much more of a warning before he's taking the man's cock into his mouth, sinking down on it slowly.]

[ Lon’qu merely stares back down at him, too mortified for words. The way Wriothesley moves his tongue, even that saucy little reply… It’s too unbelievably erotic for words.

But also Lon’qu has tamp down this overwhelming urge to box him in the ears right now. ]

Wa—Wait, what are you—argh—

[ And there he goes again, Lon’qu gasping with surprise as he clutches at Wriothesley’s shoulders for dear life, unable to help the small whimpers escaping from his throat as Wriothesley tortures his spent member yet again, the heat of his mouth and the heat of his gaze wakening that arousal anew. ]

[Look, he's just making sure that the man's suit is fully satisfied. Surely a premature ejaculation won't be enough to satisfy them? Or so he's going to assume. Maybe he just can't help himself when Lon'qu was whimpering so sweetly. It's sounds that have his own cock twitch in the confines of his pants.

Wriothesley doesn't hesitate to start bobbing his head, pulling back that his lips are practically kissing the tip before sinking back down to the root, the head hitting the back of his throat. He moans, pleased at the burn and stretch, building a nice steady rhythm as he sucks the other off.

He wants to hear every little sound the man can make.]

[ Gods…he’d never realized how deeply it could go into another’s mouth…

The thought would’ve been much more mortifying were it not for…everything else going on right now, Wriothesley tormenting him with a vengeance as Lon’qu tries and fails to protest, his voice coming out in jumbled syllables and strangled moans, the heat within him building up into a steady crescendo with the unbearable sheath of Wriothesley’s mouth…

It's with that moan that he manages to wrest some kind of a thought back into his pleasure-addled mind—enough to have him grabbing at Wriothesley’s hair on reflex and pulling hard. ]

I—I need you to…

[Delightful. It's positively delightful.

The way the other yanks at his hair with such strength doesn't deter him but earns a shameless moan. An encouragement to swallow around the hardened length, throat clenching around the member as he doesn't slow the way he lavishes the length with his tongue and pleasured groans in the back of his throat. Encourages the other to take what they need, be it to fuck his mouth to their heart's content or to force him to swallow their load as though it were a meal for him to enjoy.

And Lon'qu might here the rustle of fabric as Wriothesley shoves his hands down his pants so he can stroke himself as he sucks the other off. Jerk off to pleasuring the other man.]

[ Wriothesley is maybe enjoying this too much— ]

You…

[ He doesn’t even know what he’s even saying anymore.

Just the sight of Wriothesley pleasuring himself while pleasuring him is so unbelievably erotic that Lon’qu can’t help but keep his gaze riveted on the other man, on this wild, shameless creature that’s both trying to save him and torment him at the same time.

It’s too much. He’s too much. And unfortunately the sight of Wriothesley gripping his sword that way is what undoes him a second time, though he’s managed to stifle most of his embarrassing little cry by biting hard onto his own hand. ]

[It's true. He likes sucking cock, and Lon'qu is making this a terribly enjoyable experience. Can he really be blamed for liking it?

And he's pleased when the man climaxes again. Hot and salty on his tongue, he swallows every drop that spills from the man's eager cock. He continues to bob his head, swallows thick cum as though not wanting to waste any bit of his meal, while continuing to pleasure himself.

His moan is muffled, eyes fluttering shut, seemingly gratified by the man's climax even more than trying to really chase his own.]

You’ve—You’ve made your point…

[ What point? ]

J—Just…

[ He makes the mistake of staring too closely at Wriothesley, at the completely blissed out expression on his face despite the fact that he hasn’t come into his own release just yet.

Lon’qu’s tempted to pull out—as a matter of fact he’s finding himself babbling as a warning to him of sorts, but… Gods, it doesn’t feel right pulling away from him now. Never mind that he finds himself at a loss as to what to do next—to simply watch him proceed while helplessly stuck like this or find some way to help him along, and Wriothesley certainly can’t instruct him with his mouth full…

He hasn’t been here for too long and already things are getting far too complicated for his liking.

But right now he’ll focus on the only thing he can do, which is attempt to wipe off the mess on Wriothesley’s face as best as he can with his fingers, gently rocking his overstimulated cock into that too-warm mouth in the hopes that it might help with the other’s release.

Honestly, why couldn’t they just fight things out like normal people… ]

[Is he really complaining about throatfucking a guy clearly enjoying it???

He moans happily around Lon'qu's cock, eyes fluttering closed as he continues to swallow around the other man's length. He purrs in satisfaction, lapping up the remaining drops of cum, tongue running against the underside as Lon'qu rocks his hips into his wanting mouth.

Wriothesley's strokes of his own cock become more and more uneven the closer he gets to his climax, pleasure coiling in his gut until it feels like it's gonna spill over.

With a muffled groan, Wriothesley finally spills over, his spend spilling over his hand and onto the floor between Lon'qu's spread feet.]

[ Yeah, and are you gonna stop him or what??? ]

You…

[ And then Wriothesley’s own release comes, almost too soon and yet not soon enough, their pleasure gone just like that even if it also felt like it had stretched out forever.

He hadn’t imagined his first time would be like this. He hadn’t even realized he would be able to do something like this at all. He’d thought about it plenty of times, amid all the garish displays of strength his fellow warriors in Ferox were known for, and yet…

No, this isn’t the time to worry about that right now. With Wriothesley finally climaxing Lon’qu starts to gently extricate himself from the other man. ]

That…That was…

[ There are no words. Just…he doesn’t even know where to begin. ]

[He's just gonna keep sucking that dick??? The man's body is honest even if Lon'qu isn't.

Wriothesley, cheeky as always, merely rests his head against Lon'qu's thigh even after the other has pulled their softened cock out of his mouth. He licks his lips as he looks up at the other with a playful grin.]

Mm, satisfied? [A playful wink.] Feeling better now, right?

[He means their suit, but he could also mean a whole lot of things that come with a blowjob, honestly. Who wouldn't feel better after that?]

[ What hey that’s cheating— ]

I…I…

[ Damn it, why isn’t Wriothesley letting him pull away? And giving him that Look, besides.

Aggravating.

But really, Lon’qu’s more flustered than anything else, completely unsure as he is as to how to react, what the protocols and courtesies this kind of situation requires… ]

That was…satisfactory?

[ What did you want him to say!!! ]

[He barks out laughter.]

I think if you said that to anyone, you'd hurt their ego quite a bit.

[It seems like Wriothesley is only amused though. But he finally pulls away to get back to his feet.] I've embarrassed you long enough. It seems your suit has calmed down, which is good. Sorry I forced myself on you.

[He knows that it was necessary, but he feels somewhat apologetic with how flustered Lon'qu still was.]

You did nothing of the sort…

[ He might not admit it just yet, but it’s…comforting, that his first time would be with a fellow warrior. And one who’d bested him, besides.

Sure, he hadn’t expected things to turn out like this, but… ]

And in any case, I could still fight you off if necessary.

[ Don’t underestimate him, dammit!! ]

[Continued from here.]

Thinking about the next time when I'm inside you right now? You're obviously much too coherent for my liking, sweetness.

[Something he intends to change as he slams his hips back in, not at all holding back as he intends to hit that sweet spot in Eiden everytime he snaps his hips and thrusts his cock back into them.

He'll worry about the mess that Eiden will make of him when that time comes. Right now, he intends to wring orgasm after orgasm out of the man trapped under him. Swallows every moan and plea that slips from Eiden's lips in a heated kiss.] Today, is a little extra. I'm feeling gracious, after all.

[ eiden is a certified yapper even when being fucked thoroughly—but the tactic is exactly what shuts him up, sending him spiraling into a shaking moan as he feels wriothesley's cock push up against that spot in him. no, it doesn't push, it strikes, and each thrust in shakes his body, rocks him against the bed, against him as he whimpers.

his essence feels vibrant like this, on the edge of one orgasm, he spills over between the both of them to cling wet and messy. he doesn't stop kissing him, hands trying to find purchase to cling as the aftershocks of coming start to shake through him, all while his cock is semi-soft.

the way he's thrust into earns a whine as he feels his arousal trying to find a peak again, climbing and fed by the way wriothesley insists on spoiling him, so he allows it. sometimes, letting someone spoil you (even like this) can be hard. but he's too far gone, the other's name passing his lips as he meets his eyes, a fucked-out little curl of a smile on the edges of his mouth. he digs heels into him, trying to get him to fill him to the hilt and stay a moment. ]

[The whimpers and moans is music to his ears and he happily swallows each and one of those sounds as though he can taste it on his tongue. If it isn't the man's moans then it's truly just Wriothesley tasting the other as his tongue explores the warm cavern of Eiden's mouth as they kiss.

He continues to buck his hips, the slap of skin on skin mixed with the squelch with everytime he presses his cock inside Eiden's inviting hole. Eiden's body is greedy and he's more than happy to give them exactly what they want as he grinds his cock against the smaller man's prostate.]

[ eiden opens himself up, brushing tongue against tongue, letting his hands fist into his hair as he rides the pleasure that's fed to him. his teeth graze his lip and tug on an especially deep grind, the sound leaving him like a gunshot as he starts to feel overstimulation rise up in him further. ]

Wri—

[ he cuts off, hands seeking purchase between them, fingers dragging down against his chest with every hungry slap of hips against his ass, reddened thoroughly with the force of it, dribbling messily as his cock rubs up against wriothesley's stomach again. he squeezes down against him as he grinds, body determined to have him release even as he's fighting for his life here. ]

Hnnngh... hah... hah... [ the only coherent words: ] A-another one...?

[ it's not that he's disappointed of course, rather, more incredulous. again!? when he comes once more, it's not long - a spurt of concentrated essence-laden spend, clearer than before. his stomach heaves, clenched tightly as he growls a little, devolving into a series of whimpers as he feels his cock already trying to rally again, his body so damn hungry ever since he ended up in klein. it's not fair, he feels he can't keep up some days. ]

Edited 2024-08-09 17:47 (UTC)

[If Wriothesley were a weaker man, he'd definitely have came much earlier with how good it feels to be inside the smaller man. It's just that he knows that refractory periods are a thing and that just won't do when he's trying to fuck the living daylights out of Eiden.

It's a good thing Wriothesley is nothing less than completely stubborn, and he can't help but appreciate how Eiden looks like they're slowly losing more and more coherency with each thrust back into that hot, tight warmth.]

I promised you, didn't I? Sweetness, you have at least a few more in you, right? [He snaps his hips, driving his cock into the other, even after how little the other came last time.]

Or do you want me to stop?

A few m—hah!?

[ the snap of wriothesley's hips earns a strangled sound from him, and eiden bucks like a wild animal, whining. the thought of "a few more" seems monumental-he's already come three times. another?

god, he's managed it, but.

the daylights are indeed leaving the building. eiden's head tips back against the bed as his arms wrap around him and draw him in as close as possible, blunt nails digging into the curve of his ass as he tries to bury him deep inside him. this stupid rabbit is long gone, but eiden wants this more than anything right now. it puts him in his body - physical touch, and he forgets the protest from before (was it really even protest?) ]

Don't stop. You feel... so fucking good...

[ sure, it's lewd and nasty, but god it feels good, grounding, and eiden lets the sensation sweep him away. he'll have a few more just for him, in hopes that maybe he can draw out a stubborn orgasm from the other at last. the man isn't leaving without one.

fades us to black with a nice little ribbon. ]

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