[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--]
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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.