[He can't help but laugh. Neuvillette is so old fashioned sometimes. What an unsexy way to say it.] No one says it that way, you know. Your sexy talk could do with improving.

[Wriothesley easily melts back into that kiss, his eyes fluttering closed as he moans into it. There is something about kissing the other that sets his whole body alight. Whatever thoughts he had into holding back had been discarded as some point in favor of just enjoying the moment.

And enjoying he definitely will do.]

If that's what you want, then your wish is my command. [Something possessive in him flares at the idea of leaving marks on Neuvillette's perfect skin. Neuvillette isn't his, but people might see the hickeys and bites he leaves. It's enough for him to sink his teeth down before lapping at it with his tongue. He pushes the robe away a bit so he can bite and suck at the meat of the other man's shoulder, intent on leaving plenty for the other to remember him by.]