[ Oh, well not exactly how Broca thought that one was going to go, though a touch isn't entirely surprising given the circumstances. There's still a sharp inhale from him as his head tilts forward at the abruptness, thrown for just a moment by the sensation of a warm hand wrapped around him.
Even his words come out just a little more strained now that Wriothesley is touching this particular part of him. ]
It doesn't matter to me.
[ It's a polite enough way to address strangers, and it's not as if the two of them really know each other despite the intimacy of the moment.
Though right now the intimacy seems pretty one sided, and even if that seems to work just fine for the man underneath him, it settles strangely for Broca. He settles a palm on Wriothesley's inner thigh, hesitating for a moment as his breath comes out in small, audible huffs with each new stroke. ]
How did you want to do this?
[ There wasn't a lot of talk about what they were planning, just falling into things as they went along. ]
no subject
Even his words come out just a little more strained now that Wriothesley is touching this particular part of him. ]
It doesn't matter to me.
[ It's a polite enough way to address strangers, and it's not as if the two of them really know each other despite the intimacy of the moment.
Though right now the intimacy seems pretty one sided, and even if that seems to work just fine for the man underneath him, it settles strangely for Broca. He settles a palm on Wriothesley's inner thigh, hesitating for a moment as his breath comes out in small, audible huffs with each new stroke. ]
How did you want to do this?
[ There wasn't a lot of talk about what they were planning, just falling into things as they went along. ]