[ When he feels Wriothesley jerk around him, his arm braces the boxer around the waist, holding him upright as he trembles and clenches into the thrusts. The tight shudder of muscles has Seimei groaning, but he keeps thrusting, pushing deeper and pinning Wriothesley up against the tile as he chases the rush of pleasure and heady need prompted by his partner's orgasm. He laughs softly through the shaking of his own breathing as he keeps rocking against him, almost lovingly as his other hand continues to stroke Wriothesley's cock, coaxing out as much as he can from it. ]

Good boy. Hold on now so you don't fall.

[ That's the warning he gets as Seimei finally spills inside him. It's almost peaceful, with Seimei sinking in and shooting his seed without a jerk or yell, still rubbing the sensitive spots like he's driven to massage the boxer past completion and into a frenzy. When he finally steadies them both, Seimei kisses the side of Wriothesley's neck, sighing with a warm breath. ]

You'll allow me to have another meeting, won't you? We can't part and never see each other after this.