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[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?

Mm, certainly. Over a different cup of tea.

[He feels the same--"what's the family army for" isn't the best pillow talk (or shower room changing area talk, as it were), and he intends to have many more tea times in the future. Perfect.

He's still drying his hair... there's so much of it and he's delicate about it, ahem.]

Aha, enough that a nurse must make a scene about it? Hmm. [Hmm!! Lorenz truly has no room to talk, given he will work himself into being ill if he isn't careful, but the point...!] Well, no matter. It isn't as though anyone's duties have followed them here.

[if only.........]

[Lorenz cares a lot more about their hair than Wriothesley cares about his own. The wet, wavy locks definitely always look kind of a mess even on his better days. It's got that fluffy quality that makes you want to kind of mess it up more.]

She's the head nurse. She'd make a scene about anyone's health if she noticed it slipping. She also knows me since I was younger, so she knows my habits a little too well sometimes. [Honestly, that's probably the worst part. How is he supposed to do stupid things if she's watching???]

That is true. [Once he's finished drying his body, he starts to grab his clothes. They're rumpled, but they'll do. He guesses it doesn't matter since they already walked through the hotel obviously freshly fucked.] That's neither here nor there though. What matters is having a nice cup of tea. My body is a little sore.

[He's absolutely going to squeeze his hair out as much as he can, and then squeeze it straight, and then rifle through the provided resort goodies for a clean comb to take with him, and then he will actually dry off the rest of his body. It's an important process.]

Does her occupation really serve as an excuse?

[Gentle ribbing, which he waves off a moment later. There really is nothing to get too absorbed in in this place, work-wise... It's ultimately a nonissue.

And that soreness comment is where Lorenz is sure the other would sneak in another lascivious quip if he'd said it himself, but - mm. As Lorenz glances at him, and notes his fluffy hair... Rather than making quips, he reaches over to affectionately run his fingers through Wriothesley's hair. Petting, this is petting him, is it helping. He can't resist...]

I feel like you're criticizing my work habits. How are you on her side when she isn't even here?

[Wriothesley pouts just a little bit at that. He was much better about his work-life balance than a lot of people, he thinks. Actually, he has quite a bit of free time!!!

Wow. Way to assume! He wasn't going to, he would like you to know. Of course, he doesn't get any extra word in because...the other starts petting him. He blinks owlishly for a moment, like he has to make sure this is actually what is happening.

He does manage to look somewhat flustered.] It's still wet. [To his credit, he doesn't stop Lorenz though.]

I am not criticizing anything.

[Not now, not right this second. He's simply stating facts! Unimportant, in the a) absence of this nurse, and b) literal resort they are in without any of their actual work with them. It's fine; he absolutely doesn't crack a smile over Wriothesley's little pout, which is to say, he does, but he tries to conceal it.

It's cute. So is the look on Wriothesley's face a moment later, and Lorenz does pause - but that's not a refusal, so he does it again. Hmm.]

So it is. Am I being a bother...?

[Honestly, he'll easily agree to sex and not be embarrassed by it. Cuddling after sex? Also fine.

Gentle intimacy like this without anything else attached to it? He doesn't know exactly how to navigate it. He isn't used to such endearment. Isn't used to being treated so sweetly. It's more flustering than shameless sex. He has lived most of his life with such touches absent in his life.

He likes it though. His eyes flutter closed after a moment.] You...aren't.

[Honestly, for all Lorenz started this himself, he doesn't know precisely how to navigate this sort of thing either. For myriad reasons (that all inevitably come back to "it's nobility problems") he has lived his life as a man of words. Obviously - the endless praise pours out of him as easily as he breathes air in, but this... well.

It seems to be well-received? Good.]

Alright. [He'll do it some more, then, nails scraping gently against Wriothesley's scalp once or twice.]

[He leans into the touch and lets out a pleased sigh, shoulders drooping at the pleasant feel of nails against his scalp. This was...nice. Addicting even.

He eventually has to reach up to grab Lorenz' wrist. His grip is far from forceful though. As though he's also not quite willing to make the other stop.] If you keep doing this, we're never going to get out of here.

[It really is nice; Lorenz could keep at it for a while yet, compelled by the way the other reacts so tenderly to such a simple thing. But it's also right that they will be here forever if they don't curtail themselves at least a little. He laughs, quiet and a little sheepish.]

Yes, yes. This time, the responsibility is mine.

[And yet, he's lingering... no, okay; enough for now. He draws his hand back and turns to actually get dressed, at last.]

[He doesn't say it, but he misses those fingers in his hair. How easy it would be to just get lost in that feeling.

Wriothesley gets his clothes back on, trying to smooth some of it down. His clothes are pretty rumpled and wrinkled that there isn't really anything he can do about it. This is probably the best he's going to look for the rest of the night.] Ready?

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