[ A saint probably wouldn't have picked Broca out from a lineup to have sex with in the first place, so it doesn't surprise him to feel Wriothesley's hands roaming over him, though expected or not, the muscle his fingers glide over reflexively contract at the ticklish touch.
As he moves back into his kneeling position over Wriothesley, Broca spares him a (somewhat less) quick (than it could be) look as he rubs the lube over his fingers, snorting at both the comment about tea and the continued flirting. It might be because Broca's never been much of a flirt (a nice way of saying he could flirt if his life depended on it), but he doesn't get the point when Wriothesley's already managed to get Broca in bed with him. That he's being paid a compliment is having some trouble getting through that thick skull of his. ]
I've seen the cafes around here.
[ Such a casual tone and casual conversation they're carrying on even as Broca moves to press the tip of two fingers against Wriothesley's entrance. There's no questioning if he's ready for it, or verbal warning about what he's about to do. It seems pointless, and it's not like the man under him isn't aware, so he keeps talking casually about the possibility of tea without sex iconography everywhere-- ]
So don't get your hopes up.
[ --While slowly pushing both fingers into Wriothesley. There's at least some minor effort being paid to comfort as Broca's gaze drops down to Wriothesley's face, and he doesn't rush his movements. ]
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As he moves back into his kneeling position over Wriothesley, Broca spares him a (somewhat less) quick (than it could be) look as he rubs the lube over his fingers, snorting at both the comment about tea and the continued flirting. It might be because Broca's never been much of a flirt (a nice way of saying he could flirt if his life depended on it), but he doesn't get the point when Wriothesley's already managed to get Broca in bed with him. That he's being paid a compliment is having some trouble getting through that thick skull of his. ]
I've seen the cafes around here.
[ Such a casual tone and casual conversation they're carrying on even as Broca moves to press the tip of two fingers against Wriothesley's entrance. There's no questioning if he's ready for it, or verbal warning about what he's about to do. It seems pointless, and it's not like the man under him isn't aware, so he keeps talking casually about the possibility of tea without sex iconography everywhere-- ]
So don't get your hopes up.
[ --While slowly pushing both fingers into Wriothesley. There's at least some minor effort being paid to comfort as Broca's gaze drops down to Wriothesley's face, and he doesn't rush his movements. ]