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[He was glad for refractory periods because he’d probably be damn hard again with all this. It felt good all the same. It doesn’t stop him from being noisy nor shiver in response to the biting grip the other has on his hair.

He nods just a little. Enough that the other could tell he was nodding. Wriothesley’s eyes glances up, but they’re slightly unfocused. In bliss.

His hands reach out to grasp at Lorenz’ thighs. Expectant.]

[Ah, not a thumbs up, but that probably would have taken him right out of the moment anyway-- Lorenz's grip loosens from only one hand, which he cards through Wriothesley's hair with a sort of grateful gentleness to it.

That hand settles back in his hair as the other grips his thighs, and oh, if the look in his eyes doesn't make Lorenz forget how to think for a moment. It only seems polite to look him in the eyes now, rocking his hips into Wriothesley's mouth at more or less the same pace he'd been going at a second ago.

Watching his length sliding in and out of Wriothesley's mouth nearly makes him jerk his gaze away again; he grips his hair tighter and groans, biting his lip. Just a bit faster then--]

Y-You are... immaculate, as always.

[He groans happily, making sure to hollow his cheeks and to lavish Lorenz' erection with his tongue with every slide.

His eyes are half-lidded at best as he seems to be completely enraptured with being used for the other's pleasure. Wriothesley loved watching the other slowly come undone. To see them struggle to keep eye contact with him and hold on for as long as possible. It was cute.

He lets out a low purr of delight.]

[Goddess, now he's purring, that shouldn't be allowed--]

Wriothesley...

[Oh, he's far too pretty like this, it's a direct attack on Lorenz's carefully maintained self control. The movements of his hips get faster, more erratic as he climbs towards his release. He presses in deep with a half-desperate whine, relishing the wet heat of the other's mouth for an extra few moments.

One hand leaves the other's hair again to cup his cheek, thumb sliding fondly over his cheekbone. It's important to him that he expresses his enjoyment, mm, beyond the obvious, but he's so close to hinting that peak that he's finally rendered speechless, so: this.

A few more jerks of his hips is all he can handle after that, coming over the other's (talented, extraordinary) tongue with sharp cry. Even riding out his orgasm is an effort to stay upright, his thighs trembling under Wriothesley's hands, Lorenz's grip white-knuckled in his hair. If he doesn't simply tip over into the wall, it will be a miracle--]

[Yes. This is exactly what he wanted. The other to press deeply into his throat; forcing him to swallow their entire length. It makes him moan in delight.

His hands leave Lorenz’ thighs if only to wrap his arms around the man’s legs to keep them upright as they ride out their orgasm. His eyes flutter closed and he greedily swallows every drop of seed that Lorenz gives him. He doesn’t want to waste even a drop.

The sting of Lorenz’ grip in his hair. The warm liquid down his throat. It’s all perfect.]

[It takes Lorenz a moment to catch his breath once he's spent, trembling all the way down and using Wriothesley's shoulder to keep himself balanced. He shudders as he pulls out of the other's mouth and then simply sinks to join him there on the shower floor, tucking his face in against his neck. Mmph.

After another moment he runs his fingers through Wriothesley's hair slow and gentle, soothing after pulling on it so hard. He sighs, utterly content.]

That was wonderful.

[He licks his lips before wiping at it with the back of his hands. Wriothesley shifts so he’s sitting cross legged instead of being on his knees. He can feel the ache in them. It was well worth it, he thinks, even if his knees might think otherwise.

The boxers sighs contently as he leans into the other’s touch.]

It was. Thank you for the good meal. [Utterly shameless.]

[Well in that case, Lorenz can just shift into his lap, hey-- They'll have to get up soon, he's definitely pruned, but in a few minutes. Sitting here stroking the other's hair is pretty comfortable, for being on a tile floor.

Wriothesley... Yet again, Lorenz encourages this by making an amused little sound and not properly objecting at all.]

Yes, yes. You're still incorrigible, but you're quite good at that.

[At being incorrigible or sucking him off, it's both.]

[Wriothesley is more than happy to have the other in his lap. He wraps his arms around Lorenz’ lithe waist and tugs them close. He nuzzled against the other. Affectionate.]

I know I am. You’re charmed by it though. [Confident. He knows the other is so very charmed by him though. Lorenz hasn’t made it a secret after all.]

[Lorenz laughs, like, how could he not be charmed? Especially in the wake of this affection that he's so weak to - obviously, it's Wriothesley's fault.

He lifts his head to put his chin on the other's shoulder, kissing neck - chastely, for once. Fondly. Still carding fingers through his hair.]

Not a single soul could blame me. Indeed, you are entirely to blame.

[This was comfortable. Nice. He lets out a pleased sound in the back of his throat as the other continues to lather him with affection.

He chuckles lowly.]

Oh? It’s my fault? I supposed I’ll have to take responsibility then. It seems I’ve inconvenienced you.

Ahaha— at the very least, you are a gentleman. Feel free to take responsibility at any time.

[By just sitting here with him, mostly-- that does the trick. Lorenz is pleasantly surprised this has continued to go well, defying his expectations... almost as if his expectations are bizarre and full of issues--

Mm, never mind. He won't think about that now. He tilts his head to press another kiss up higher, near Wriothesley's jaw.]

And I believe I have pruned, which is inconvenient...

And how should I make such reparations? I would hate for things to go sour between us. [Is he flirting a little too much? Perhaps.

There’s no harm right?

He clicks his tongue and grabs the other by the chin so he can capture the man’s lips with his own. If the other was going to leave kisses, then it should be shared in a way he can also return it after all.]

You’re no less handsome even pruned. Don’t worry.

[Mm, kissing him and telling him he's handsome are pretty decent starts at "reparations," all things considered. Lucky, because Lorenz doesn't have any appropriately cheeky suggestions at the moment.

He steals another kiss, then lays his head back on the other's shoulder.]

Ah, I had gotten worried. [ha ha.] Now, what manner of reparations do you feel you owe?

[He threads his fingers through Lorenz' wet locks; brushing his fingers through the strands.]

Hmm. Perhaps drying off and getting dressed again properly. [He taps his chin as though he's thinking.] Maybe getting a cup of tea together in the main lobby. Does that sound fitting?

[Oh, that's nice. Lorenz leans into the touch with a low hum, content to consider this reparations and stay right here, he's tired—]

Hmm? [he's wide awake now!!] I could have a cup.

[Still, he's very comfortable... Give him another few moments to enjoy the hand in his hair, then he pulls away to stand and holds a hand out for Wriothesley.]

That would be perfect.

[Wow, the rebound. Then again, Wriothesley would probably always say yes to a good cup of tea, so maybe he's the same.]

Well, we should hydrate anyways. My throat could do with something to soothe it, even if I did enjoy having you down my throat. [This guy...

He takes Lorenz's hand and lets them help him up. He gets up with a bit of a stagger. The ache of having the other in him the first round then being on his knees as he had is really catching up to him. He's sure he'll feel the ache for a day or two and he's more than pleased by that prospect.]

[Look, one of them didn't kneel on the tile floor— and he's really excited for tea. He slides his arm around Wriothesley's waist, just in case he wobbles. Ha ha, this man...]

Yes, I noticed. [With his other hand he reaches over to turn off the water, then brushes some wet hair out of the other's face.] Rest assured, I will find you some honey for your tea.

[Can they make it over to the rack of towels without getting distracted... Go!!]

[It was worth it. 15/10 would do it again.]

My knight in shining armor. How can I live without you worrying for my health? [They can. Probably. But that might be only because Wriothesley moves and brackets one arm behind Lorenz's knees and lifts the other up into his arms bridal style. He gives the other a grin.] I'm not so old that a blowjob will take my knees out, sweetheart.

Ahaha, would that you could see my armor. [It's purple.] I mean no criticisms, merely— oh-!

[Oh, he is lifted up in the air, oh goodness-- This has literally never happened to him before, so he needs a second to boggle at Wriothesley in genuine surprise. Ahem. He pats him on the chest, like, this is very nice, thank you.]

As I was saying... It's habit, I suppose.

Oh? Are you really a knight? I'm a lucky guy then.

[Lorenz' surprise just makes him laugh as he starts heading out of the shower so they can dry up and get dressed. They were a nice weight and warm in his arms. He was really taking advantage of what skinship he could get apparently.]

What? Fretting over people? I can't say I'm used to it. Only my head nurse ever nags me over my health.

Mm, my family has knights and I command them, but me, personally, a knight? No.

[He compulsively has to explain this instead of just enjoying the flirting... It's important!! Lorenz kisses him on the cheek, though, for this good luck.]

That said, I have not nagged you, at least. [yet.] Will I need to?

Ah, does that make you a general or captain then? [It's interesting to think. He guesses that one didn't need to work up ranks to lead a group if you were the employer in the first place. He doesn't doubt the man's fighting skills anyways. It sounds like the other has the capabilities. It wasn't like he wasn't aware that there was strength in that body. He felt it when embraced.

He smiles as they leave the showers and he puts the other down so the both of them can dry themselves off.]

I take care of myself. Most of the time. [Sometimes he let himself get distracted with work, but he did take his health seriously. People relied on him and he wasn't such a fool to endanger them by extension.]

The former, I suppose, although they are my family's private knights. [Not exactly a military force for the whole country, even if they functionally serve as much when the whole house is involved. Nobility! Always fun.] I attended school to learn the art of warfare, when I was younger.

[For some reason there just isn't a school for the art of peace... haha. Ha. Lorenz plucks a towel from the supply to dry his hair first.]

Only most of the time? Then perhaps you do require a bit of nagging. I will have to keep a keen eye out.

[Things were very different between their worlds apparently. He knew of rich families having their own guards, but nothing like that, he thinks. Definitely not an army to lead that's for sure.

He also decides to ease out of the subject. Not because he wasn't interested, but because he felt like the conversation seemed heavy. Something that might not fit the current high they were having.] You'll have to tell me more about how things were for you sometime. [A better time for a heart to heart or something.

Wriothesly grabs a towel to quickly rub his hair dry before letting it rest over his shoulders. He then grabs another one to start drying his body off.] Once in awhile, I get caught up with something. Doesn't it happen to even the best of us?

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