[Ah, the endearing vulnerability Lorenz craves—! Wriothesley melting under the steady onslaught of his many compliments is a plus, actually; he eats up every blush, every little stutter. So it's obvious what Wriothesley is doing by kissing him like that, and Lorenz can't help but laugh against his lips, delighted by it. A weakness to praise, mmm—he'll be sure to keep that one in his back pocket for the future.
For now he's all too happy to lean into the kiss, letting out a low and needy noise from moving just a little pulls his hair in that firm grip. If he can't shower compliments with his mouth he'll just do it with his hands, letting go of Wriothesley's waist to run both palms reverently up his sides and over his stomach up to his chest. Those sensitive nipples get extra attention, teasingly delicate touches completely counter to the hard thrust of his hips. They're both trying to take each other apart now and it's so - so—
The loveseat is getting to be a problem. Oh, he's more than sure they could both climax like this, but if he's being honest the angle could be better, and if he doesn't make Wriothesley see stars as much as possible, what kind of lover even is he-!
So:] Wriothesley, [ah, and he turns his head so that he isn't kissed breathless immediately again, since this one is a request,] Lie on your back, darling.
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For now he's all too happy to lean into the kiss, letting out a low and needy noise from moving just a little pulls his hair in that firm grip. If he can't shower compliments with his mouth he'll just do it with his hands, letting go of Wriothesley's waist to run both palms reverently up his sides and over his stomach up to his chest. Those sensitive nipples get extra attention, teasingly delicate touches completely counter to the hard thrust of his hips. They're both trying to take each other apart now and it's so - so—
The loveseat is getting to be a problem. Oh, he's more than sure they could both climax like this, but if he's being honest the angle could be better, and if he doesn't make Wriothesley see stars as much as possible, what kind of lover even is he-!
So:] Wriothesley, [ah, and he turns his head so that he isn't kissed breathless immediately again, since this one is a request,] Lie on your back, darling.