[Wriothesley sucks on the two digits, not at all shy about making wet, slurping sounds as he does so. He runs his tongue over the two digits and curls around it as though it was something more than just fingers. There's a wicked smile on his lips as he thoroughly wets the fingers with his saliva, eager to please.]

You needn't worry. [He practically whispers it; his voice a purr.] I will think of you fondly when I'm alone in my bed. [His voice drops a little lower.] When I'm craving the warm touch of another.

[Ever so playful and shameless. And maybe he wants to rile the other up some. To imagine him curled up and touching himself to the thought of them.

Wriothesley licks his lips, lust obvious in half-lidded eyes. If he were honest, he had made some assumptions that he would be holding the reigns. Instead, he's pleasantly surprised at the other taking to heart in giving into their selfish desires. It was quite a turn on to see the other confident in wanting to take him.]

Make a mess out of me. Make me only think about you and only you.