Oh? But you have barely had a taste of me, monsieur. Should you not hold off on your opinions until you have had a proper taste?

[Wriothesley arches his back beautifully as he moans. Eyelashes fluttering and gaze hazy with list as he lets the other touch him as he pleases. He rolls his hips with no shame, chasing that wonderful friction between their erections. Enjoying the way pleasure washes over him.

His arms wrap around Seimei's neck, keeping them close.]

Mm, alright. Since you're offering, I can only assume that you intend to give me reason to need the assistance.

[He won't let the other have him as they want, but he can let the man ruin him for a hot and steamy moment in the showers.] What are you waiting for? Don't keep a guy waiting too long, sweetheart.