[If he's prey again then he's already been caught, but hell if he's going to turn away from Wriothesley now. The man is incorrigible, from his insistence on teasing Lorenz still to the hot, wet sensation of his mouth, Lorenz's hips trembling from the swirl of the other's tongue around his cock. His fault! If he weren't preoccupied looking away and concentrating he might sputter and squawk some about that. Maybe later--]

I- I could not possibly hope to look at you if this is to, ah- to last.

[He's already getting close, hand fisted in Wriothesley's hair now to give himself an anchor point while losing himself in the feeling of it. Feeling himself slide so deeply into the other's mouth is honestly overwhelming, making his head spin.]

Wriothesley... [Lorenz groans out his name, still with his head turned away to the shower wall. All he can focus on is the press of Wriothesley's tongue against the underside of his cock, the tight pressure of his mouth and the downright sinful way he moans around it, and if Lorenz looks down at him now it will pry a whole wedge out of his lingering self control.

He looks down to meet the other's gaze again and nearly instantly feels weak in the knees, hips twitching forward as he bites his lip around another needy moan.]

Ah- [honestly he's about to apologize for that tiniest of hip thrusts, but,] Y-You see? Is it not enough that you occupy every one of my thoughts?

[He doesn't have to answer that right now...]