[ It feels like he's being teased here, even as Wriothesley tries to talk in pretty words and euphemistic language. The thumb trailing across the head of his cock is as maddening as the languid strokes down the length. Broca never thought of himself as a particularly impatient person, but he's starting to think that he might just be given how much he's struggling with letting himself be savored right now.

One ear cants down as he looks down thoughtfully at Wriothesley, breathing heavily through his nose as the muscles in his stomach tense in want and anticipation, even if it seems like things won't be ramping up just yet.

And if it's going to be that way...

Broca quickly runs his hand the rest of the way up Wriothesley's thigh, hand sliding under the man's ass, and fingers digging into the muscle there. ]

Holding isn't really the word I'd use, but sure. I'll do that then.

[ He really might lose what patience he has if he allows Wriothesley to set the pace by being the one to do the 'holding'. ]

They got anything in this room to make it easier?

[ He finally tears his eyes away from Wriothesley's body to look at the bed and nearby table. He doesn't want to get back up, so hopefully there are things within reach. ]