[The laugh certainly seems to throw him off a little. He'll be pouring over that particular exchange a few times when he thinks about this whole thing later. For the moment, he knows he needs to simply move past his confusion.]

I never promised to honor the requests, Wriothesley, only that you could make them. [He rubs his finger along the slit, smearing around the precum before bringing his finger to his mouth to taste Wriothesley, pupils dilating with obvious desire.]

You say as much, but you've been quite obedient so far. [He's learned a little bit since their first time together and he's fairly confident he can tease Wriothesley without allowing release until the man is desperate and begging. It seems like a suitable punishment in his mind. In fact, he can think of a few suitable punishments.

Tangling his hand into Wriothesley's hair, he tilts his head back, stepping closer and pushing the rather risque panties he'd been dressed in aside, parting his vent to free his cocks, stroking one as he pushes the other closer to Wriothesley's mouth.] Open your mouth.