Oh, [well, if he's going to ask so nicely-] Of course.
[He'll retrace his trail of kisses with teeth and tongue. It starts off as a surprisingly even pattern before he dips his head towards the muscles of Wriothesley's chest, tongue circling a nipple, then up another half inch or so to suck another spot into hot skin. His marks may not wind up as pronounced as those Wriothesley has left on him - he is less experienced in this regard, and loath to go too far and hurt - but they'll last long enough.
The request comes needy and urgent, and for a moment it's as if Lorenz hasn't heard it - but he only wants to drive Wriothesley to the brink first, before giving him what he wants. What they both want, a heat pooled in his stomach and cock aching to take Wriothesley right this second. But it's the anticipation that makes it that much sweeter, and so Lorenz's first response is to let their cocks go entirely to squeeze Wriothesley's thigh instead. Urging him to spread his legs a little further, to position himself, all the while fucking him relentlessly with his fingers.
When he lifts his head from leaving those marks he leans their foreheads together, sliding back easily into that tenderness with his gaze heavy with lust.]
Soon, very soon— mere moments.
[Just a few more strokes of his fingers before he withdraws his hand, bracing it against Wriothesley's hip and positioning his cock with the other, slick with precome and almost painfully hard. And of course, ever the gentleman:]
no subject
[He'll retrace his trail of kisses with teeth and tongue. It starts off as a surprisingly even pattern before he dips his head towards the muscles of Wriothesley's chest, tongue circling a nipple, then up another half inch or so to suck another spot into hot skin. His marks may not wind up as pronounced as those Wriothesley has left on him - he is less experienced in this regard, and loath to go too far and hurt - but they'll last long enough.
The request comes needy and urgent, and for a moment it's as if Lorenz hasn't heard it - but he only wants to drive Wriothesley to the brink first, before giving him what he wants. What they both want, a heat pooled in his stomach and cock aching to take Wriothesley right this second. But it's the anticipation that makes it that much sweeter, and so Lorenz's first response is to let their cocks go entirely to squeeze Wriothesley's thigh instead. Urging him to spread his legs a little further, to position himself, all the while fucking him relentlessly with his fingers.
When he lifts his head from leaving those marks he leans their foreheads together, sliding back easily into that tenderness with his gaze heavy with lust.]
Soon, very soon— mere moments.
[Just a few more strokes of his fingers before he withdraws his hand, bracing it against Wriothesley's hip and positioning his cock with the other, slick with precome and almost painfully hard. And of course, ever the gentleman:]
Whenever you're ready.