[ Kleken has to give the man credit where it's due, for all the absolute distraction he is purposefully being (having several extra appendages makes that quite easy), Wriothesley doing a wonderful job of maintaining a conversation. However silly and light it may be. ]

I'm not bothered at all.

[ He does have to pause however to take a steadying breath in at those fingers against his body, indulging in the sensation for a moment. It's nice, a warm hand against his own cooled skin, and as 'thanks' a kiss is pressed against one of those sensitive nipples. ]

[ Kleken's teeth around the same nipple, nipping sharply at it, is also a reward. Probably. ]

I think I might like to see that, actually. But it seems we have other matters to see to first.

[ The tentacle around Wriothesley's cock squeezes then, squirming in the tight material as more of the length slides itself in, enough so that the tip can worm its way to the other man's... tip. And rub itself over it. ]

A very pressing one, in fact.