[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.]