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[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...

[He barks out a laugh.] Monsieur. Do not knock it. I can hear your delicate senses being offended, but there are many cultures that use milk in their teas and that we should respect it. There is no greater joy for me than to try and enjoy a cup of tea in an authentic and traditional way that a certain blend should be enjoyed. [It is one of the few things that he indulges in. It is rare for him to get exposure to other cultures that he can’t help but be elated to spend some of his time enjoying a cup of tea that is brewed as close to its tradition as possible.]

If you have not gotten to try teas of other regions then I will be sure to have you try them as they are traditionally made. Of course, I hope I can have you try some of Fontaine’s favorites if it is possible to procure the certain blends. I find I enjoy them with two sugars myself, but I think there is a lot of enjoyment to drinking different teas in different ways. [Wriothesley is not being normal about tea at all.]

Delicate— ahaha, my, you are funny! [No, this time laughing at him is completely deserved, he's a snob-] Yes, yes, alright. I have already promised to try it with milk!

[How can he refuse the Earnest Passion of a fellow tea enthusiast? Will he make faces about it when the tea is in front of him? Probably, yes. But he'll still drink it, for the sake of experiencing a new tea...!]

Please, do not think me so set in my ways that I cannot try new things. I will eagerly sample any tea you select, whether with sugars or with milk. Surely there are enough blends here that we might make a regular meeting out of it...?

[Please, he'll expire without regularly scheduled tea time.]

I try. [A cheeky grin, because he thinks he's plenty funny. But for what it's worth, Wriothesley presses a quick, chaste kiss to the man's cheek.] I promise it's plenty enjoyable.

[Look, even if Lorenz ends up not liking it, wouldn't it be worth it to listen to this dumb man ramble on about tea and how to prepare them for hours on end? Because Wriothesley definitely can do that. He's practically doing it right now.] If I didn't know any better, you sound completely whipped for me, monsieur. [He grins at the other. Mirth fills those steel blue eyes.]

You needn't ask. If you tell me a time I will make myself available for a cup.

[It's just tea (with milk), he can drink tea with milk, he can drink tea with milk and be completely normal about it, he's sure... Well, if it winds up being terrible, it's true that Wriothesley's enthusiasm for tea preparation is very compelling? To think, Lorenz might have had to go without a knowledgeable companion for tea time...

Anyway, the boldness of trying to placate him with a kiss (it's working) and then calling him out. Please. He sputters out a laugh himself, surprised, and puts a finger over Wriothesley's lips. Shush, don't put him on blast like this.]

Speak for yourself. You know, there is such a thing as too available. [Not that he's complaining, drawing his finger away and going for another quick kiss.] I do appreciate it, as well as your company.

[Tea time confirmed! Ooh, he's going to be so extra about it, it's going to be spectacular.]

And what type of snacks do you like with your tea? There is a delectable recipe for sweets that I have enjoyed since I was a boy that I am sure I could have made somewhere here.

[Lorenz is such a hater for what is a perfectly enjoyable mix!!!

Wriothesley could also be normal, but where would the fun be in that? He could push that finger away with his hand, but instead, he wraps his tongue around said finger and takes it into his mouth and sucks before the other can pull their finger away from his lips. Because he is not beneath trying to fluster the other.

He laughs.] Do you want me to take it back? Should I make myself sparse? I see no reason not to make time for afternoon tea. I usually have it alone, but having it with company sounds far more pleasant. [And he lets the other give him a kiss in return. Lorenz seems rather fond of even these small little things.]

I have a bit of a sweet tooth, but I've never been particularly picky. I'm not opposed to trying new things either. [If anything, he probably seems to be the most likely to try something new at least once. A chance to broaden his experiences is something he'll never refuse.]

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[Milk... ugh...

Now, sucking his finger is objectively cheating in this particular context, not only because it instantly makes Lorenz flush pink. That is a distraction tactic-!!]

No, no, your attendance at tea time is most appreciated. How many ways would you like me to say it?

[He can be very extra about this, too, if need be. He's already mentally crafting his teatime menu; really, no preference for snacks? Well then, it's going to be all "specially made for my family" recipes, as soon as he finds a baker among the employees who will put up with him. Excellent.]

How is this? Kindly grace me with your presence and your knowledge of traditional teas. As your esteemed host, I will make it worth your while.

[With snacks... but also.]

[Maybe Lorenz shouldn't put his fingers so close to someone's mouth!!! He doesn't know if they'll bite, or in this situation, suck on them!!!]

You needn't anymore. I have already agreed. I merely jest and tease you a little bit. I would be more than happy to attend, so you don't have to worry. I will be present.

[Lorenz... Please, there's no need to be extra. Wriothesley is an easygoing guy. There's no need to convince him.]

You already had me at tea. [He chuckles as he finally shifts to move away from the other. A shiver running up his spine as he feels Lorenz' cock slide out of him and their seed dripping out of his entrance.] Though, if you're going to promise it'll be worth my while, then I certainly am not gonna say no.

[Can a man not shush another grown adult in peace... Anyway, if Lorenz isn't extra at least 8 times per day, he will die. It's a condition.]

Alright, then I will let you know when I have found a suitable tea. [And tea set, and snack, and location, and learned how to send a text message, and...

Wriothesley slides off of him and Lorenz relishes that last bit of friction, and then, ah—tea can no longer distract him from the mess they've made of each other. The thought of putting clean clothes back on to get to a shower is so... ugh. He looks instead at his Watch, which has been blinking at him for something close to twenty minutes now, waiting for him to see its new message. Somehow.]

I should think... ah. Hmm. [He thinks something and that something will never be known, as he finally taps the right spot on the Watch to see the Congrats on the Sex account payout notification.

Goddess preserve him. Perhaps a burial at sea would be most appropriate? If not a strongly worded letter. Ah... ahhh.]

...

[It takes him a moment, as his mind can only scream like an overboiling tea kettle. He lifts his wrist, gesturing at the Watch.]

Wriothesley, did you also receive... a private notice?

[Wriothesley gets up from the loveseat to stretch. He has his back to the other as he raises his arms, muscles in his back and shoulders flexing and unflexing as he gets a good stretch out. He can feel the ache in his muscles and he is definitely feeling it in his lower back. Lorenz' cum drips down his thighs, but he ignores that. There isn't anything he can do until he can clean himself out.]

Hm? [He looks over his shoulder before lowering his arm to look at his watch. Thankfully, he had gotten some help from someone more tech savvy to get him to understand the watch. He had tinkered a bit with it on his own, but having someone who knew how to use it really did help a lot. A tilt of his head and-]

I received a payout for the sex we had.

[While Lorenz seems to be ready to explode, Wriothesley doesn't seem so bothered by it. After all, he knew they were potentially going to be playing a game that involved sleeping around. Getting paid for having sex is not something so outrageous to him.

Also, he would not deny that he had done plenty of things to get Credit Coupons while in prison.

Wriothesley can tell that the other is having a moment though.] Are you okay?

[Ah, and hold on, his latest crisis is briefly put aside to admire that fine, fine back and everything else— mm! Several parts of Lorenz are completely okay and do not want to participate in his Issues, indeed. Just look at him...

But they've really both been paid, and he isn't merely hallucinating the cheerful message on his Watch about it. Yet again, Wriothesley seems like he's unbothered and yet again, Lorenz envies him that surety.]

Quite fine, [he says, unconvincingly. He stands and moves to gather his clothes from the floor, almost managing to hide the withering look he keeps flinging at the Watch.

What should he say? That he was brought up to place himself outside of the factors considered valuable in choosing companionship, and that until very recently, he agreed with that? That his "very recent" decision to include himself in the equation at the risk of his father's ire really only extended to marrying someone he actually liked instead of courting a business partner? After years of war and now waking up in this glittering monstrosity it feels small and unimportant, but if it's small and unimportant then what else has been like that all along—

What should he say, that sex with Wriothesley felt good not only physically, but as a thing he wanted and he chose and to be paid for it now feels like the stupid Watch is mocking him and taking the whole thing and breaking it over its tacky gold knee—

He's folded his shirt very aggressively, thinking about this. He unfolds it again and sighs.]

The payment does rankle quite a bit, if I am to be completely honest! [haha!! jeez!!!] I did not expect their surveillance of us during their "game" to be so... thorough.

[This is another Issue, as it happens, on top of the others. Can he not have private, non-gamified sex, Goddess—]

That is all. [enh.] Within my top five list of most immediate concerns. Ultimately, it changes nothing about how much I enjoyed our time together.

[And if he blinks for a split second like he's just realizing that as he says it out loud, well, it's because he's feeling so normal and okay about everything ever. Tada!]

[Even if Wriothesley was not as sharp as he is, he thinks anyone would be able to tell how troubled the other seemed suddenly. He watches every little action the man makes with a careful gaze. He is quiet as he lets the other talk. Small bits and pieces for Wriothesley to piece together.

A quirk of a smile and he makes his way over to the other. He snakes an arm around Lorenz' waist and tugs them close, burying his face in the crook of their neck.]

Given the point of the game we are to participate in, it is likely there are a few facets of the system put in to guarantee everything is to run smoothly. [He can understand the other's upset even if the transactional part of this all doesn't bother him. He'll take it as a plus if anything.

Not everyone enjoys the idea though.]

Do you feel like it dirties our time together? [He presses kisses to the man's shoulders.] Mora for your thoughts? Is there nothing I can say that might help bring you peace? I would hate for this to sour what was an enjoyable time together, monsieur.

[For a brief moment Lorenz thought he might be skilled in the art of deflection, but ah, apparently not if Wriothesley can see through him so immediately. He expects nothing - of course, since he thought he could "I am So Okay" his way out of a conversation - and certainly doesn't expect to be pulled into an embrace like this.

For a moment he's tense, drawn taut by his own thoughts and the assumption that another teasing comment is coming. It doesn't; he leans into Wriothesley, freeing a hand from his armful of clothes to wind around his shoulders. It's nearly an automatic movement to drag his nails up the back of Wriothesley's neck into his hair, gratitude and comfort both. The gratitude is for this well of patience; the comfort is more for himself. Stroking someone else's hair is very soothing...

First things first:] Ah, no! Not at all! I shall not allow the whims of this place to sully our sharing this moment!

["We banged and now I feel bad" isn't the problem, please trust him-!! But oh, the tangled mess of all the things that are the problem, he wouldn't know where to begin.]

I find the payment system more... gauche than encouraging. That much is true. It does nothing but further emphasize how little value we have in this place besides as sexual objects. A grave error if I have ever seen one, for what will happen if the people tire of the "game"?

As for my peace, well... your presence is a soothing balm in itself. [he's being cute and giving a damn??? whew!] Thank you.

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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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drops this essay about lorenz problems tm and limps away

Lorenz, buddy...

he's doing great