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[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?

[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. ]

[ 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! ]

[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!]

[ 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. ]

[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.

[ 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. ]

[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.

[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.]

[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.

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.]

[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.

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.

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.]

[ 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 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?

[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.]

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.

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.

[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.

[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.

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.

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.

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drops this essay about lorenz problems tm and limps away

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Lorenz, buddy...

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he's doing great

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@lieabilities

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