[ 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. ]