[He turns to look at the other. Wriothesley's disheveled hair was now sticking to his skin from the water. He looks at the other with something akin to hunger.
Another shiver down his spine as the other continues to touch him with maddeningly feather light touches. It's not enough.]
Lorenz. [And his voice comes out low. Purr-like.] Won't you help clean the mess you made in me? [Wriothesley doesn't consider him a shy person by any means, but there's something just a little flustering about asking the other to basically finger him. Even if he's shameless enough to spread his fingers and open himself up for the other.]
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Another shiver down his spine as the other continues to touch him with maddeningly feather light touches. It's not enough.]
Lorenz. [And his voice comes out low. Purr-like.] Won't you help clean the mess you made in me? [Wriothesley doesn't consider him a shy person by any means, but there's something just a little flustering about asking the other to basically finger him. Even if he's shameless enough to spread his fingers and open himself up for the other.]