[It would be difficult for Lorenz not to notice the way that keeps happening - he says something like that and Wriothesley pauses, just a little, just for a moment. Lorenz likes to think of himself as in tune with how others are feeling (after he spent so much of his life being really bad at that, ahem), and so, ah; an endearing vulnerability? Well, he can't resist that. He only wants to say it again, now, to make it extra clear— Soon, soon.

He kisses him on the cheek instead with a low hum, plain lust mixed with this new affection. The sight of Wriothesley swallowing his fingers so eagerly, the wet heat of his mouth - a rush of pure wanting runs through him and he arches his back into their hands below, cock nearly aching for more.]

It needn't be the only time at all; I would enjoy seeing you again. [How else will he get those unraveling hours in! He presses gently with his fingers.] Still, there would be time to account for between then and now.

[Plenty of time to think about him, let his ego have this—

He draws his fingers out of Wriothesley's mouth once they're sufficiently wet enough, replacing them with kisses as he slips his hand down over the other man's hip, his ass, lower, slick fingers not yet pressing inside him. The intention is clear, but as he is a gentleman, Lorenz pauses first to ask:]

May I?