[Wriothesley continues to stroke the other, but there's no real rhythm to it. It's obvious he's struggling to give back with the way the other was relentlessly hitting his prostate. He wants to pleasure the other too, but his thoughts were fraying and he can barely put them together to form anything coherent.]

Mm, until there's so much, it comes out.

[Well, he can certainly still talk with his dick apparently. Or maybe he just wants to continue to spur the other on.

Wriothesley lets out a low keen as he pants, the water washes everything away, but he knows his cock was leaking. He feels heat coiling in the put of his stomach. It only seems to tighten with the way the other speaks to him. Wriothesley nods vigorously.]

Y-Yeah. I'd have given you a whole show... [He pants next to Lorenz' ear.] Would you have enjoyed it? Seeing me coming on fingers alone?