[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.]