[He tightens his grip just a little and lets the other use his fist to chase their own pleasure. The feeling of their length sliding in and out is alluring in itself. Being used for someone's pleasure is something he enjoyed when he wanted to be used for such illicit acts.

Wriothesley feels his toes curl as the other starts to play with the nubs on his chest. He flusters when what comes out of his mouth is a needy whimper. Maybe he should figure out how to be...less sensitive there. Is that something he can even train out of himself?]

H-Hah... [He's trying very hard to articulate himself, you know. Lorenz not keeping a consistent pace while feeling him up was doing a lot to make every thought leave his mind. The stimulation from the back and the front was making him go insane.] Sweettalk-ah...

[He's constantly reminded that this was the same man that was wilting over a game of dirty dice and that one should never judge a book by its cover.] Y-Yes. [Archons, yes.] I don't think I could keep my hands off you for long though.

[Well, he would try to if there was a reward for only watching, but he's not gonna mention that.]