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[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.]

[What a gorgeous sight he is. The sound of his name like that is a wonderful treat, too. He murmurs something affectionate and nonsensical into Wriothesley's ear, working his cock until he's completely spent.

(A metaphorical clock begins to tick; the post-sex haze will transform into Lorenz's passionate need to herd them both into a shower any minute now. Very sticky...)

He folds his arms on Wriothesley's chest and considers him, giving them both a moment to catch their breath. Honestly, he's not entirely sure of, hm, how to gauge a partner's desire to lie around for some lazy tenderness after the main event, as it were. He's sappy and soft-centered, sooo.]

How do you feel? [Still a teeny bit worried that he might have hurt him—]

[His arm slinks around Lorenz' waist and he shifts them so the two are lying on their sides together. It just so happens that Wriothesley is rather fond of cuddling. He buries his face into the crook of the other's neck, not seemingly bothered that the other was still deep inside him.

He chuckles at the concern. How cute of them to be so worried about him.]

Like a million mora. [He pulls his face away to show the other a wolfish grin.] Did you think a round of sex would take me out of commission?

[Oh, good, another pleasant little surprise. Lorenz hums and runs his fingers fondly through Wriothesley's hair, raising an eyebrow. Must he be teased for his legitimate questions...!

Nah, he's fine with it. Teasing him about it is an answer in itself; Lorenz doesn't discourage this in the slightest despite making faces, stealing a quick kiss.]

I am merely concerned... [Obviously, while still inside him. That's different, ahem.] You would hardly want to see me again if I were inconsiderate. And we are both far too tall for this seat, besides.

[Multiple comfort dimensions-! He's just looking out.]

[He would tease Lorenz less if Lorenz wasn't so cute when they're teased!!! It's his fault for being so endearing.

Also an easy target for someone as playful as Wriothesley.]

Concerned while still inside me? [Of course he was going to point it out.] Not that I mind. I'm fine being your cockwarmer too. [A cheeky grin as he kisses the other back.] Monsieur, you worry about my comfort a little too much. I am quite aware you have been concerned for my well-being this entire time. It's obvious in the way you treated me even in the throes of passion.

[It is surprisingly sweet. While he has had plenty of polite one night stands, there was never this much care.]

Ahaha— [Well, now he's blushing, good gracious. He's not beating the cute-when-teased allegations at all.] Can I help it if you feel so divine?

[He can do two things at once, he's a capable man. And he won't deny the depths of his fussy concern, idly playing with Wriothesley's hair some more. Hmm, and this callout of his fussing doesn't feel like criticism, but...]

Would you prefer something else? Caring for your well-being is simply how I am. I could... ask fewer questions.

[He'll replace it with more praise— The concern will still be there, though, that's just what he's like.]

[How darling. It's hard not to be charmed.] Careful with your words. [Refractory period aside, the other can easily rile him up for another round. Those compliments come out so naturally for the other, it's a boon and a curse.

His eyes flutter closed and there's a content sigh as he seems to enjoy the hands through his hair. He will never admit out loud how wanting he might have been for touch.] I never said that. There's nothing wrong with being so concerned. It's good that you're caring. [Surely the other will find a proper partner with such a caring attitude.]

That doesn't mean I won't tease you about it though.

[Hmm, well, in that case-- no, no, he's content to just to run his fingers through the other man's hair. It's sweet, how soft and relaxed he gets; Lorenz will pet him as much as he likes.]

Is that so? [Sigh! Woe, woe is Lorenz, etc.] I suppose that's a fair exchange.

[It's better than his fussing being refused outright, he thinks. There are definitely those who would think it egregious, or worse, insincere.]

Will you tease me if I say I would like to get to know you better? Perhaps we could have tea.

[Do you like tea parties, Wriothesley!!]

[Wriothesley is not so dissimilar from a big dog being pampered right now.]

Well, I wouldn't tease you as much, but you flush such a darling shade of red that I find that I can't help myself. [A chuckle as he says it.] I am not being dishonest that I think to care is better than to not. It is easy for people to be uncaring and cruel in pursuit of their own selfishness.

[Now this is an interesting situation. He's used to one night stands where they have a quick romp and move on. Maybe another go or two here and there, but there was no interest outside of just satisfying their physical needs. It isn't like he didn't know the other seemed charmed by him. They all but said so, but it's still an interesting situation. Also, how can he say no when there is the mention of tea? Lorenz cannot fault a man for perking up at the mention of it.] How am I supposed to say no to good company and tea? A man aiming for my heart, I see.

[Oh boy, does he.]

[Does he want to be scratched behind the ears... just say the word...]

You aren't incorrect. Unfortunately, a selfish individual will see no problem with their own behavior. There's nothing more egregious in life than dishonesty about one's intentions.

[Sometimes it takes people a while to realize that he himself couldn't possibly lie about such things and all of that flowery bravado is entirely serious, but! Never mind that now! There's tea on the table!! Lorenz leans up on his elbow to discuss the important matters of Quality Tea. How fortuitous...!!]

That aside, really? You would? That is, of course— fine tea speaks for itself, and you do strike me as a man of taste. I will begin investigating the finest blends this place has to offer!

[tea!!!!!]

[Hey, gotta work up his friendship level for that. He can't be too easy, you know. He has an image to uphold!

This is not the pillow talk he was expecting, but he isn't complaining. Learning more about Lorenz and their opinions was definitely fascinating for him.] A man who values honesty. Your way of acting and opinions would make me think that you have always been a native to Fontaine. [He thinks they would fit well, but he has gone out of his way to assume that everyone he is meeting is not from Teyvat.

He raises a hand to ruffle Lorenz' hair.] Did you really think I was going to say no? [Well, okay, Lorenz' thoughts are probably not so outrageous. Most people do not expect the person they are hooking up with to want to spend much time after.] I think that we are likely to see each other even if this place is fairly large. It would discredit your hospitality and would make me a fool to not want to seek companionship.

[And his smile becomes more mischievious.] Besides, you had promised to unravel me for hours. Should I not hold you to it?

[But, now they're talking about tea!!!] I am fond of a good cup of tea though. It is something I used to collect. so it's a shame that I cannot offer one of my finest to you right this moment.

[Mm, see, that's the kind of thing he'd love to hear more about with a delicious cup of tea in hand - wherever Fontaine is, it's nowhere near Fódlan. Tea or no tea, he's interested in the local culture of the people he meets, of course.

Even if they ruffle his hair, wow-!!]

You would tease me for this, as well? [Ha, please. Lorenz tugs his hand away and tangles their fingers together, instead. He shrugs.] Some people here may not be interested in both the tea and the, ah - unraveling. It's only polite to ask after both.

[After how uncomfortable he was back in the game room being leered at, he's inclined to assume most people here are the "unraveling only" type, so - good! Good, that Wriothesley is not, for even without the added promise of intimacy it's reassuring to have people to spend time with.

So yes, the unraveling is still on. But also: tea.]

You could tell me about your favorite. I prefer a tea with strong floral notes, myself.

I can stop if it bothers you. [Wriothesley doesn’t think that Lorenz actually minds, but he can be wrong. Sometimes even he can read someone wrong.]

I won’t pretend that I do like the idea of sex with no strings attached. I am not so against the game and playing it. [He is shameless at the end of the day and it had been awhile since he had laid with another person.] That being said, I am not opposed to a cup of tea and something more mundane.

[He definitely is more than happy to chat about tea to someone. He finds that most of the company he keeps back home just does not care to talk about the particulars of tea.] I prefer a strong, black tea. Something to help with a potentially long night. I’ve had teas that are brewed with strong spices and found that to be quite heavenly. [Wriothesley seems to be very happy to ramble about tea with the way he talks happily.]

[Is he really bothered, no; he shakes his head. Wriothesley could do worse than tease him about his habits.

As for the game, and the sex without strings, mm - his brow furrows as he tries to collect his thoughts about all of it. "No strings" is something of a double-edged sword, from his point of view; mortifying, in one way, and in another a boon that should cancel out the mortifying parts if looked at from a certain angle.

So he's doing fine. With that. Right now. He's grateful that only one of them is incredibly high strung about it, if nothing else.]

Without the mundanity of tea and companionship, I doubt I could stay sane in circumstances like these.

[But tea, the easier topic. Lorenz cards his fingers through Wriothesley's hair again, idle, since he seemed to like it so much before.]

I've never found a spiced tea to be very soothing, although the fragrances can be quite sublime. Perhaps we'll chance upon one here that offers new perspectives. [hehehe tea!!!] Do you have any bergamot tea in Fontaine? The flavor profile is a strong citrus.

That’s probably good. [He doesn’t say why. There is a limit to what Wriothesley is willing to reveal and it seems that they have silently hit it. He thinks it’s good that the other needed normal socializing. It probably meant that their upbringing wasn’t completely wrought with suffering. That they had normal interactions.

Wriothesley simply could not tell them that they had grown up with very little in terms of companionship. He cannot tell Lorenz that he grew up on the streets then in prison where he could only scrape out a living. That no strings attached sex was just part of the norm.] It is normal to seek companionship. People are social creatures.

[His eyes flutter closed again. A pleased sigh.]

Have you tried having it with milk? It should help cut the spices a little. I do enjoy it for that but of kick though. [He considers Lorenz’ words and nods.] We have bergamot but is not as commonly served. Bulle fruit is favored for dishes and teas.

[There's something there, in the way Wriothesley doesn't quite agree with him - it's only "probably good"? But Lorenz has a personal rule to not press on the things left unsaid, as they're almost always left unsaid for a reason, so - he inclines his head in brief agreement, and he lets it go. Far better to lavish him with easy affection, fingers curling against his scalp a moment, then continuing.

That said.

Sir.]

Milk? [In his tea!!!] What do you take me for, a coffee-drinker?

[lorenz be normal about tea challenge--okay]

I... will consider the milk, if we are able to find an adequate replacement for your spiced tea. And I will find you the finest bergamot this place has to offer, without milk. A rose tea will tantalize the senses, as well— a quality blend possesses the elegance and power of the rose, you will see. Of course, I will need an appropriate tea set to prepare it with, as well...

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ORAHJz9-rXA&ab_channel=BackaVolcanine

LMAOOO huge win for my canonblind self

Ngl I laughed. I was like "wow how did they know?"

Tea Guys are just drawn together

Finally a man with good tastes. Tea!!!

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