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[Continued from here.]

[There's no hesitation from the boxer to deepen the kiss as soon as their lips meet. Tasting that hot, wet mouth and stealing Lorenz' breath as though it were the very air he needed to live.

He nips at Lorenz' bottom lip and has a rather devious smile.] Stop? Archons, no. I'm shameless as shameless can come. I hope you feel like you can say and do anything as you please if anything. [He wants the other to lose whatever inhibitions they might have. To just let go and chase their pleasure. He wants them to enjoy him the same way he wants to enjoy them.

Wriothesley moans into the kiss as he rocks his hips. He keeps one arm around Lorenz' neck while his other hand wraps around those slender fingers to stroke the both of them together. Lorenz' fingers are slender and smoother in comparison to his scarred and roughened hands.]

Only your waking thoughts? Well, I need to work a little harder so you'll see me in your dreams too.

[Kissing Wriothesley like this is dizzying, in the best possible way— Lorenz chases his lips for another deep kiss in between words, breath hot and unsteady against the other man's skin. There's that little moment of reassurance again, encouraging him to do whatever he likes, and he's doing that already, he thinks— well, mostly, but he likes the sound of it anyway.]

I've no doubt in your skills, [he says with a smirk, kissing the corner of Wriothesley's mouth affectionately. Oh, he'll dream about this, alright... Pressed close like this, Wriothesley's hand on his, all hot skin and firm pressure and Wriothesley himself, too - they've only just met, but Lorenz means it about how charmed he is. If Wriothesley wants shameless, he'll just keep talking, low and breathless--]

Were it only possible to kiss every inch of you at once. A single evening is sorely lacking in the hours needed to unravel you completely.

[Maybe a couple evenings-- Lorenz strokes along Wriothesley's cheekbone with his thumb, down to his lips, kissing him again before pressing two fingers against his lower lip. He's not going to just shove his fingers into Wriothesley's mouth, but ahem, please...]

Will you think of me, later...?

[Wriothesley returns every kiss with the same fervor and passion as the other gives, never growing tired of kissing the other or reciprocating whatever the other seeks from him.

There's a shudder that travels up his spine as the other talks. It's the thought of being revered so tenderly that has him thrown off just a little bit. He had told the other to speak and act freely, but such words would truly undo him. He has had plenty of action through his years. Some lovers here and there, but he couldn't say anyone who would go out of their way to say and do such things. After all, his partner's pleasure had always been more important than his own.] Such honeyed words. [He doesn't think of the other to be lying, but it feels almost like a trap.

He parts his mouth, tongue curling around the two digits for a moment.] Well, I was hoping I wouldn't have to. Perhaps it is presumptuous of me to think that this wouldn't be the only time. If you are worried though, it would be impossible not to think of you in passing.

[He says that before taking those fingers into his mouth completely. Lorenz can feel the tips of his fingers hit the back of his throat in one fell swoop.]

[It would be difficult for Lorenz not to notice the way that keeps happening - he says something like that and Wriothesley pauses, just a little, just for a moment. Lorenz likes to think of himself as in tune with how others are feeling (after he spent so much of his life being really bad at that, ahem), and so, ah; an endearing vulnerability? Well, he can't resist that. He only wants to say it again, now, to make it extra clear— Soon, soon.

He kisses him on the cheek instead with a low hum, plain lust mixed with this new affection. The sight of Wriothesley swallowing his fingers so eagerly, the wet heat of his mouth - a rush of pure wanting runs through him and he arches his back into their hands below, cock nearly aching for more.]

It needn't be the only time at all; I would enjoy seeing you again. [How else will he get those unraveling hours in! He presses gently with his fingers.] Still, there would be time to account for between then and now.

[Plenty of time to think about him, let his ego have this—

He draws his fingers out of Wriothesley's mouth once they're sufficiently wet enough, replacing them with kisses as he slips his hand down over the other man's hip, his ass, lower, slick fingers not yet pressing inside him. The intention is clear, but as he is a gentleman, Lorenz pauses first to ask:]

May I?

[Wriothesley sucks on the two digits, not at all shy about making wet, slurping sounds as he does so. He runs his tongue over the two digits and curls around it as though it was something more than just fingers. There's a wicked smile on his lips as he thoroughly wets the fingers with his saliva, eager to please.]

You needn't worry. [He practically whispers it; his voice a purr.] I will think of you fondly when I'm alone in my bed. [His voice drops a little lower.] When I'm craving the warm touch of another.

[Ever so playful and shameless. And maybe he wants to rile the other up some. To imagine him curled up and touching himself to the thought of them.

Wriothesley licks his lips, lust obvious in half-lidded eyes. If he were honest, he had made some assumptions that he would be holding the reigns. Instead, he's pleasantly surprised at the other taking to heart in giving into their selfish desires. It was quite a turn on to see the other confident in wanting to take him.]

Make a mess out of me. Make me only think about you and only you.

[Lorenz hums again, almost saying something about how he wasn't worried, of course he doesn't doubt his own skills at being a memorable lover - but alright, yes, kind of, a little. A flush spreads up the back of his neck all the way up to his ears; he's not lacking in confidence for this, now, but casting aside one anxiety leaves space for the vague shape of another to try and form: is he, indeed, memorable.

So:] Be sure not to forget the honeyed words. [haha,] Picturing you in such a state, so thoroughly undone...

[It's a pleasant layer of imagination on top of the reality of how they are now. And he's taken his sweet time long enough, shifting his legs to spread Wriothesley's thighs a bit further apart and pushing both fingers inside him at once. He watches the other man's face as he presses in deeper, more quickly, to gauge just how much intensity will get the best response.

He'd be remiss not to give this moment his very best, after all. There's no opportunity more terrible to waste he can think of than a gorgeous man in his lap telling him to make a mess. It's dizzying in the best possible way, to think he could be allowed such audacity...

The thrusts of his fingers gain a bit more speed, digits curling briefly at their deepest spot.]

If I came upon you like that, the sight of you would leave me breathless. It would be my solemn duty to give you the pleasure you crave.

[In a perfect world where he wouldn't sputter and apologize a dozen times for interrupting, that is—that's not the point.]

How could I forget? You are unforgettable. [He does mean that though. Lorenz, whom had look much like a deer in headlights at first was a far cry to the man he was now straddling. That, and he had not expected the other to be so vocal about showering him with endearment every moment.

The groan that Wriothesley makes is one tinged in ache. He hadn't expected the other to press both in so quickly, but he sounds far too pleased in the way he moans that the pain is too much. No, he enjoys the burn quite a bit if anything. The boxer rocks his hips with the thrust of fingers in him.

His hand abandons their cocks so he can brace both his hands on Lorenz' shoulders. To keep himself steady and grounded as he grows accustomed to the stretch.

He opens his mouth to tease the other. To poke at the other because he was sure that the man would be more embarrassed than anything if they caught him with his pants down. What comes out of his mouth is a cry of the man's name and nails digging into the meat of their shoulders as he arches his back. It's practically a scream when he feels those fingers press against the bundle of nerves that makes his vision go white.] Lorenz.

[As long as Wriothesley isn't objecting, Lorenz is happy to give him the ache he needs; he did ask him how he likes it earlier, after all. If he goes deer-in-headlights now it will only be to admire all the ways the other man reacts to his, mm, efforts. To do this for him, to be the one making him moan and arch and shudder, only heightens his own arousal; now, finally, nothing outside the pair of them can ruin the moment.

And oh, if Wriothesley isn't a magnificent sight, trying so valiantly to keep himself together at the mercy of Lorenz's touch. Speaking of unforgettable...

Lorenz tilts his head to press kisses along the other man's neck, his shoulder, wherever he can most easily reach, sucking in a gasp at the sting of nails against skin. He works his hand over their cocks more firmly, picking up the slack.]

Ah, there is no sound sweeter than that, darling, [he nearly purrs, a little too breathless, aiming to hit that spot again with each deep stroke. He could listen to Wriothesley cry out his name like that a hundred more times and never tire of it.]

Do you want to come like this? [despite. literally everything happening. he still blushes anew when he says 'come'. scandalous.] Tell me.

[The kisses are sweet and tender. Reverent in how the man treats him like he's a work of art. But if he is a canvas for the other to leave their mark then-] Monsieur. [His voice comes out breathless.] Won't you leave marks for me to remember you by too?

[The tenderness is sweet and he isn't opposed to it by any means, but he was someone who wanted to be marked up just as much as marking others. He wanted something to admire in the mirror. Little reminders until they eventually heal.

Wriothesley rocks his hips, shameless in how he wants to feel more friction. To feel more of that pleasure the man graciously keeps giving him. Everytime Lorenz pressed those sinful fingers against his prostate, it elicits shameless moans and Lorenz' name spills from his lips like a prayer. His cock leaks with precome everytime that sensitive spot inside him is bullied and his eyes flutter closed as he gets lost in the sensations.

It would be easy to come like this, having his prostate milked thoroughly. He doesn't want that. Not when the slide of their cocks together reminds him he can have more. Wriothesley's voice comes out in a growl. A needy noise even as he continues to roll his hips.] No. I want to come with your cock inside me.

Oh, [well, if he's going to ask so nicely-] Of course.

[He'll retrace his trail of kisses with teeth and tongue. It starts off as a surprisingly even pattern before he dips his head towards the muscles of Wriothesley's chest, tongue circling a nipple, then up another half inch or so to suck another spot into hot skin. His marks may not wind up as pronounced as those Wriothesley has left on him - he is less experienced in this regard, and loath to go too far and hurt - but they'll last long enough.

The request comes needy and urgent, and for a moment it's as if Lorenz hasn't heard it - but he only wants to drive Wriothesley to the brink first, before giving him what he wants. What they both want, a heat pooled in his stomach and cock aching to take Wriothesley right this second. But it's the anticipation that makes it that much sweeter, and so Lorenz's first response is to let their cocks go entirely to squeeze Wriothesley's thigh instead. Urging him to spread his legs a little further, to position himself, all the while fucking him relentlessly with his fingers.

When he lifts his head from leaving those marks he leans their foreheads together, sliding back easily into that tenderness with his gaze heavy with lust.]

Soon, very soon— mere moments.

[Just a few more strokes of his fingers before he withdraws his hand, bracing it against Wriothesley's hip and positioning his cock with the other, slick with precome and almost painfully hard. And of course, ever the gentleman:]

Whenever you're ready.

[Wriothesley practically purrs in delight as he feels the sting of enamel against his skin. The enjoyable sting mixed with all the other sensations muddles his mind with a hazy buzz. His toes curl and he makes an embarrassing whine when he feels Lorenz' hot, wet mouth on his chest. A sharp intake of breath and he squirms.] Ah. W-Wait. Those are- [Sensitive. It's enough to get the man to flush a little, the reddish hue traveling down his neck.

What's more frustrating is the other continues to finger bang him like no one's business and seemingly ignore his demand to be filled by something more. He huffs and a hand reaches to tangle into purple locks and tug a little. Impatient. By the time Lorenz withdraws their fingers from him, Wriothesley's eyes are unfocused and filled with lust and want; thighs shaking as he tries not to climax off fingers alone.

It was no longer a want to have that cock in him. It was a need.]

I underestimated you. [He didn't think the other really was so intent on pulling him apart right then and there, but here they were.

He keeps one arm around Lorenz' neck to keep himself steady while he reached behind him to make sure the man's cock was lined up with his entrance. A lick of his lips before he starts sinking down on Lorenz' hardened length. He'll just have to make sure that all they can think about him and being inside him.]

[Oh? That blush and the way he squirms are cuter than expected; Lorenz will have to remember that one. Even pulling on his hair is endearing, if only because Wriothesley is so very unabashed in his needy impatience. Who knew that Lorenz's habitual self-restraint would be a boon, in a moment like this - he tuts quietly, amused.]

Make no mistake, I would still gladly spend those hours with you.

[To unravel him, that is, even more thoroughly than right now. He grips Wriothesley's hips with both hands, bracing. His hips twitch as Wriothesley takes the length of his cock in, dropping his head to the other man's shoulder with a stuttered gasp of his name. He slides his arms around Wriothesley's waist in a snug hold, not waiting much longer before he rocks his hips up in earnest.]

Wriothesley, you are so... [so very something, and something very complimentary, for sure; even flowery words trail off for now, leaving Lorenz with the sole desire to take him completely, to fill him the way he couldn't with only two fingers. The tight heat around his cock is maddening, leaving him to mumble something needy and breathless into the other man's shoulder and thrust in deeper.]

I'll hold you to it... [A promise isn't it?

He bites down on his bottom lip as his brows furrow. The slide down is still a little rough. He regrets not keeping lube on him to make this easier on the both of them, but it's just something he'll have to get into the habit of if he's stuck in this place for sometime. After all, better to be ready than potentially getting one's dick chafed. God, he feels so full though and it reminds him that he really hasn't been embraced by someone in awhile.

The first slide in and out is heavenly. His eyes flutter closed and a pleased moan escapes his lips. It burns, but pleasantly so. A burn where he can still feel the ache and pain, but it's only a plus added to that delectable friction he was feeling.] Archons, yes...

[He happily rocks his hips as he looks at the other with a half-lidded gaze.] Cat got your tongue? Lorenz. [Ever the tease.]

[A promise, indeed— hopefully in a nicer room than those cramped bunks downstairs, if they're going to literally put in the hours. He nods to that, tightening his hold around Wriothesley's waist and pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Give him a moment to find his words again. He works his hips slow and deep, relishing the pressure and friction both.

But oh, alright, now he's being teased - he huffs out a breathy laugh, nuzzling against the side of his neck. Maybe he should just keep quiet, haha no, that's impossible--]

Have I not- [mmph-] told you enough how- how lovely you are?

[Another squeeze around the waist and a little pinch at his side, for teasing. Lorenz presses into him until his cock is buried completely, groaning as he slides back just as slowly. He doesn't want to hurt Wriothesley - any more than he wants, at least - and watches his face as he works up a steadier rhythm in and out.

So, okay, alright, yes - he can drop more compliments again.]

You've captivated me... What great luck that I could find you here.

[He should remind himself not to tease the man too much. He can take teasing. He can take people being rough. He can't quite take the tender compliments that the other seems intent on showering him with.

No, it isn't that he's opposed to being compliment. It's because he gets so damned turned on from being praised. It's embarrassing. Flustering. It throws him for a loop. It leaves his body feeling tingly and warm and his face a little flushed.

So he does what he thinks will surely keep the other from continuing their onslaught. He grasps the hair at the back of Lorenz's head. It's firm in how he tilts their head up so he can capture those lips in a heated kiss. If Lorenz can form sentences together, then the other simply has too much of their facilities in their grasp and he simply must change that.

And maybe he's a little too coherent himself. Lorenz might be worried about hurting him, but the boxer is already craving more. He rocks his hips with every thrust, the slap of skin on skin filling the room. It's lewd and wet matched with the way Wriothesley moans into the kiss, not at all bashful with how loud he was being.]

[Ah, the endearing vulnerability Lorenz craves—! Wriothesley melting under the steady onslaught of his many compliments is a plus, actually; he eats up every blush, every little stutter. So it's obvious what Wriothesley is doing by kissing him like that, and Lorenz can't help but laugh against his lips, delighted by it. A weakness to praise, mmm—he'll be sure to keep that one in his back pocket for the future.

For now he's all too happy to lean into the kiss, letting out a low and needy noise from moving just a little pulls his hair in that firm grip. If he can't shower compliments with his mouth he'll just do it with his hands, letting go of Wriothesley's waist to run both palms reverently up his sides and over his stomach up to his chest. Those sensitive nipples get extra attention, teasingly delicate touches completely counter to the hard thrust of his hips. They're both trying to take each other apart now and it's so - so—

The loveseat is getting to be a problem. Oh, he's more than sure they could both climax like this, but if he's being honest the angle could be better, and if he doesn't make Wriothesley see stars as much as possible, what kind of lover even is he-!

So:] Wriothesley, [ah, and he turns his head so that he isn't kissed breathless immediately again, since this one is a request,] Lie on your back, darling.

[He lets out a keen, his cock dribbling precome over hi stomach. The sensation of rough thrusts into him and the teasing touches on his chest is making his mind hazy. It takes a moment for him to register what Lorenz says and its only partly because he was denied another kiss.

Wriothesley gives the other a lazy smile as he shifts to lay down. He paints a pretty picture for the other, sprawled out and naked and wanting. His hair is disheveled, his lips kiss bruised, and a slight flush that travels down his neck. His gaze is half-lidded and hazy with lust.

He tilts his head and he wraps his legs around the leaner man's waist, heels digging into his back.] Anything for you, sweetheart.

[Oh, and he's so - cute, flushed and smiling and looking at him like that. Lorenz looks at him like he's the only other man on earth as he leans over him, hair a cascade of purple where it isn't sweat-stuck to his skin in little rivulets. Wriothesley can have his kiss now, while Lorenz's hands make expert work of memorizing every dip and divot of his chest and stomach.

And it's much easier in this position to work his hips up to a more urgent pace, deep quick thrusts that make his head spin. Every snap of his hips pulls a sound out of him - a gasp, a moan, a half-desperate whine - which he makes only minimal effort to muffle in more kisses.

There are half a dozen more ways he could sing Wriothesley's praises all rotating around his thoughts; he's stunning, he looks so compelling laid out and waiting to be ravished, he takes directions so very well— they all kind of blend together. Lorenz snakes a hand down to take hold of Wriothesley's cock, all of his wordier compliments coming out as the much simpler:] Good boy.

[The other really looked so good like this. Disheveled and not weighed down with whatever responsibilities and burdens that weigh on their shoulders. He's pleased to get them like this, stripped raw in every sense of the world.

He kisses back with a pleased sigh, enjoying the searing touches left by the other.

Wriothesley rolls his hips with those thrusts, his moans much louder than before as Lorenz seems to even hit deeper inside him. Everytime the head of their cock brushes passed his prostate, he clenches around them with a noisy moan. It felt damn good to be filled like this.

He loved this. The lightheaded, haziness of his mind would be so easy to get lost in until Lorenz' words cut through his thoughts like a hot knife. Good boy. It resounds in his head so strongly and he can't help the way his pupils get blown wide and the choked cry that escapes his mouth. His whole body tenses, and it isn't because of the hand on his weeping cock.

It takes him a moment to remember to breath. For his mind to catch up.] Oh. [His face must be bright red right now.]

[Oh indeed, for a reaction like that one; Lorenz blinks at him a few times, an extra moment required to realize, ah, he's very excited by praise, isn't he. Lorenz loves to preen under positive attention, he gets it, but oh! Wriothesley just gets more precious by the moment, doesn't he.

Lorenz cups his delightfully red face and kisses him soundly to pull him back into the moment; hello, yes, very good boy, and here he could have been saying that all along...]

Oh, [he repeats, that one single syllable dripping with satisfaction. The sort of satisfaction that goes straight to his cock, the sensation made only more intense with Wriothesley's muscles tightening around him. Impossibly tight heat, the slick on his fingers as he keeps stroking his cock, those blown-out pupils in his gorgeous face, mmph— Lorenz has to look away and duck his head to the crook of his neck to stop himself from climaxing immediately from the whole overwhelming effect of Wriothesley beneath him like this.]

Do you... I'm quite, ah—that is... [Yeah, he's not going to get these particular words out, but there are only so many questions he could be trying to ask: can he come inside, please him know.]

[Wriothesley can't help the strangled sound in the back of his throat as he's pulled back into the moment. The noise is something needy and desperate as he kisses back with an almost visceral need for the other. He's so damned turned on at the moment. This man is out to ruin him and he's all for it honestly.

He can tell that the other is close. Their thrusts becoming more erratic and more desperate. The way the other seems to be trying to ground themselves to keep going. It's all so delightful to see Lorenz come just as undone as himself.

And Wriothesley can't help but smile and let out a breathless laugh. Completely winded. He seems to always know what's going on in Lorenz' mind. His voice comes out in a husky, low whisper.] Inside. Fill me up. [His legs tighten around the other. Even if Lorenz didn't try to ask, he would have asked for it. Cleaning up will be a pain, but he doesn't care. He's addicted to the feeling of being filled and the feeling of it dripping out of him after.]

You feel so good. Driving me crazy with your cock and praises. [He rolls his hips with a groan.] Makes me want to be as good as I can for you. [Is this what Lorenz wanted?]

[Ooh, don't laugh— Lorenz huffs against his neck, way too far gone to really say anything else - he doesn't even have the presence of mind left to be politely embarrassed about his request. Maybe later he'll think about it and turn red enough to catch fire, but that's for Future Lorenz to get flustered about.

(Briefly, barely for half a second, he considers saying "thank you," but no, no, that would be silly.)]

Mm— Wriothesley. [He can still get that whole mouthful of a name out, Speech 100--] You are, you're wonderful.

[And oh, he wants plenty, but those words on top of everything else are too much for him to bear; that's enough to push him over the edge. He comes with a cry that fades into a softer noise, a whimper almost, most of him trembling as his orgasm spills into Wriothesley. He keeps rocking his hips on automatic, riding it out, squeezing Wriothesley's shoulder harder than he's even aware at the moment, coming down from that high.

Give him a second to reboot. While he catches his breath, he manages a murmured,] Simply astonishing.

[Don't worry, Lorenz. It's a laugh that is very fond. Very endeared.

The warmth he feels being filled up with Lorenz' seed is delightful. He groans happily as he's filled to the brim. He continues to rock his hips and milk the other completely through their orgasm. It's a pity he can't see the man's face at the moment, but the sounds Lorenz was making was definitely going to linger in his mind for whoever knows how long.

He's so close himself. He can feel the pit of his stomach coiled taut.] Please. [His voice is hoarse. He's too far gone to be embarrassed for what he's asking.] Say it again. [Surely he was deserving of praise again. To hear those two words.]

[Tell him he's pretty later, he'll forgive anything—

He's feeling a little boneless at the moment, thoughts still drifting in the haze of climax; it's the raw sound of Wriothesley's voice that pulls his focus back, leaning up again to take in his expressions with eyes still half-lidded and dark with lust. Oh, he wants to hear it again, how precious...]

Say it...? [He doesn't need to be told at all, he knows, this is merely the last hurrah of his gentle teasing. He grips Wriothesley's cock more firmly and strokes him quick and hard, speaking low and quiet like these words are their little secret,] Such a good boy; you needn't hold back.

[He really would have begged had the other tease him any longer. He wants that release so bad.

But Lorenz rewards him. The firm strokes and those words is more than enough for his mind to go deliciously blank. His body goes rigid as he feels his climax rush over him. An arch of his back off the cushions of the loveseat and Lorenz' names on his lips like it's the only word he knows. His seed spills over the other's hand and stains both their stomachs as he comes.]

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