[What a gorgeous sight he is. The sound of his name like that is a wonderful treat, too. He murmurs something affectionate and nonsensical into Wriothesley's ear, working his cock until he's completely spent.
(A metaphorical clock begins to tick; the post-sex haze will transform into Lorenz's passionate need to herd them both into a shower any minute now. Very sticky...)
He folds his arms on Wriothesley's chest and considers him, giving them both a moment to catch their breath. Honestly, he's not entirely sure of, hm, how to gauge a partner's desire to lie around for some lazy tenderness after the main event, as it were. He's sappy and soft-centered, sooo.]
How do you feel? [Still a teeny bit worried that he might have hurt him—]
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(A metaphorical clock begins to tick; the post-sex haze will transform into Lorenz's passionate need to herd them both into a shower any minute now. Very sticky...)
He folds his arms on Wriothesley's chest and considers him, giving them both a moment to catch their breath. Honestly, he's not entirely sure of, hm, how to gauge a partner's desire to lie around for some lazy tenderness after the main event, as it were. He's sappy and soft-centered, sooo.]
How do you feel? [Still a teeny bit worried that he might have hurt him—]