[Praise really is the magic word, isn't it— Lorenz mutters a few more sweet nothings in his ear about being such a very good boy, keeping it up even after Wriothesley's orgasm rolls through him. He stops teasing the other's chest first, wrapping his arm around him to be absolutely sure he doesn't drop to the floor, but keeps working his fingers slower and slower until Wriothesley is completely spent.
He draws his fingers out of him completely and slides that arm around him too, skimming fingertips up and down the other's side. Ignoring his own cock isn't completely unbearable yet, so he's going to enjoy the comfortable weight of holding Wriothesley up and the kernel of self-satisfaction he gets from being the one to put him in that state. Even the sting of where the other's nails had pressed into him is a delight, hm, yes...
Maybe in a bit he'll wonder if he got carried away, or at least, carried away for anyone's standards besides his own--]
Wriothesley... [He kisses his shoulder, light and affectionate.] How do you feel?
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He draws his fingers out of him completely and slides that arm around him too, skimming fingertips up and down the other's side. Ignoring his own cock isn't completely unbearable yet, so he's going to enjoy the comfortable weight of holding Wriothesley up and the kernel of self-satisfaction he gets from being the one to put him in that state. Even the sting of where the other's nails had pressed into him is a delight, hm, yes...
Maybe in a bit he'll wonder if he got carried away, or at least, carried away for anyone's standards besides his own--]
Wriothesley... [He kisses his shoulder, light and affectionate.] How do you feel?