[Lorenz hums again, almost saying something about how he wasn't worried, of course he doesn't doubt his own skills at being a memorable lover - but alright, yes, kind of, a little. A flush spreads up the back of his neck all the way up to his ears; he's not lacking in confidence for this, now, but casting aside one anxiety leaves space for the vague shape of another to try and form: is he, indeed, memorable.

So:] Be sure not to forget the honeyed words. [haha,] Picturing you in such a state, so thoroughly undone...

[It's a pleasant layer of imagination on top of the reality of how they are now. And he's taken his sweet time long enough, shifting his legs to spread Wriothesley's thighs a bit further apart and pushing both fingers inside him at once. He watches the other man's face as he presses in deeper, more quickly, to gauge just how much intensity will get the best response.

He'd be remiss not to give this moment his very best, after all. There's no opportunity more terrible to waste he can think of than a gorgeous man in his lap telling him to make a mess. It's dizzying in the best possible way, to think he could be allowed such audacity...

The thrusts of his fingers gain a bit more speed, digits curling briefly at their deepest spot.]

If I came upon you like that, the sight of you would leave me breathless. It would be my solemn duty to give you the pleasure you crave.

[In a perfect world where he wouldn't sputter and apologize a dozen times for interrupting, that is—that's not the point.]