[Wriothesley returns every kiss with the same fervor and passion as the other gives, never growing tired of kissing the other or reciprocating whatever the other seeks from him.

There's a shudder that travels up his spine as the other talks. It's the thought of being revered so tenderly that has him thrown off just a little bit. He had told the other to speak and act freely, but such words would truly undo him. He has had plenty of action through his years. Some lovers here and there, but he couldn't say anyone who would go out of their way to say and do such things. After all, his partner's pleasure had always been more important than his own.] Such honeyed words. [He doesn't think of the other to be lying, but it feels almost like a trap.

He parts his mouth, tongue curling around the two digits for a moment.] Well, I was hoping I wouldn't have to. Perhaps it is presumptuous of me to think that this wouldn't be the only time. If you are worried though, it would be impossible not to think of you in passing.

[He says that before taking those fingers into his mouth completely. Lorenz can feel the tips of his fingers hit the back of his throat in one fell swoop.]