[Oh, and he's so - cute, flushed and smiling and looking at him like that. Lorenz looks at him like he's the only other man on earth as he leans over him, hair a cascade of purple where it isn't sweat-stuck to his skin in little rivulets. Wriothesley can have his kiss now, while Lorenz's hands make expert work of memorizing every dip and divot of his chest and stomach.
And it's much easier in this position to work his hips up to a more urgent pace, deep quick thrusts that make his head spin. Every snap of his hips pulls a sound out of him - a gasp, a moan, a half-desperate whine - which he makes only minimal effort to muffle in more kisses.
There are half a dozen more ways he could sing Wriothesley's praises all rotating around his thoughts; he's stunning, he looks so compelling laid out and waiting to be ravished, he takes directions so very well— they all kind of blend together. Lorenz snakes a hand down to take hold of Wriothesley's cock, all of his wordier compliments coming out as the much simpler:] Good boy.
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And it's much easier in this position to work his hips up to a more urgent pace, deep quick thrusts that make his head spin. Every snap of his hips pulls a sound out of him - a gasp, a moan, a half-desperate whine - which he makes only minimal effort to muffle in more kisses.
There are half a dozen more ways he could sing Wriothesley's praises all rotating around his thoughts; he's stunning, he looks so compelling laid out and waiting to be ravished, he takes directions so very well— they all kind of blend together. Lorenz snakes a hand down to take hold of Wriothesley's cock, all of his wordier compliments coming out as the much simpler:] Good boy.