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[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.

[Lorenz might be able to fool other people, but Wriothesley is just too sharp of a person. He also doesn't like things to fester and it really did seem like there was something weighing heavily on the other's mind. If he can dispel whatever concerns the other might have, then it would be better for the both of them.

He lets the other do as he pleases, pliant in Lorenz' hands.]

People are often undervalued, it's true. [He understands that quite a bit, which is why he never does so. He has seen the mistreatment of people for too long to ever do it himself. Has been at the receiving end of mistreatment for so long.] That being said, we are at a disadvantage right now. We've arrived with nothing to our name, so we have to get resources somehow. If this place is going to give us a means to do so, then we should take advantage of it.

[He ends up tugging the other back down to sit on the loveseat. They can get dressed in a moment.] We play the game and we work the system. Enjoy yourself a little bit than to abhor the moment. Regardless of how people feel about the game, this place will continue to maintain whatever its status quo is.

[Wriothesley's tone is calm, but the playfulness the man usually exudes is replace with someone more serious. More fitting of his position as warden. He also speaks like he is very familiar with being stuck in a system built against him.

He smiles.] Keep in mind that there are many of us in the same situation who are probably feeling similarly. This is not something you have to suffer alone.

[Consider: they just sit here and he keeps running his fingers through Wriothesley's hair and no one has to think about being a piece of meat with a paycheck.

If only. Everything Wriothesley says makes sense, objectively; Lorenz sees the point, really, he does. But seeing the point from a distance and altering so much of his instinctual behavior are very different things, so - hmm. He's listening, at least.]

You do not believe the status quo can be sufficiently changed...? [That's a little dire, isn't it? He makes a face with a wry little grin.] Anyone feeling as I am about it absolutely does not want to share that with as many people as possible, as it happens. For one thing, it is quite embarrassing...

[He shakes his head, like, no more sulking about it! He's done with that! It's finished!!]

You understand this type of situation more readily than I do, clearly. I cannot yet hope to make an informed decision about how to proceed. Nevertheless, your input is invaluable. In the meantime...

[In the meantime... uh... ah,] Well, I have suddenly come into some funds for tea.

I think that to change the status quo, one needs resources. Leverage. [This is said knowingly. After all, he had turned the Fortress of Meropide to a hostile environment unfit for survival to what it is now.] It's important to understand the system and its ins and outs if you want to do something about it. Otherwise, you are just a fool with high hopes.

[A chuckle.] It does not need to be shared for it to be understood. Are you embarrassed for speaking about it to me? [He knows the answer with them sitting here, and Lorenz' hands all over him. The other probably wouldn't have told him if they didn't feel comfortable enough to tell him.]

It is a matter of experience and perspective. It does not make you any lesser because you have not been put on the spot of such unideal circumstances. I'm sure that you'll make do with time. You have shown me that you can be quite confident when you want to. When you aren't letting your thoughts weigh you down so heavily.

[He laughs in the meantime.] So you have. I can't say I can complain. I get good sex and then good tea out of it? Sounds perfect to me. [Shameless.]

Fools with high hopes are historically catalysts, if you believe in legends.

[Romantic tales of solitary knights going against the forces of evil, that kind of thing. Lorenz is fully aware of the reality of making tangible change; that takes upheaval, that takes resources, yes, sometimes it even takes war - but wouldn't it be nice if it was hopeful fools for once. Mm.

Oddly enough it's that part of what Wriothesley says more than the more personalized encouragement that makes Lorenz feel less like a single spark could set him ablaze (and not in a sexy way, at that). Systems and resources are so much more tangible; he knows where he stands when it comes to systems and resources.]

Does it embarrass me to inflict my insecurities upon you...? Mm. [He cants his head to one side and raises an eyebrow, as if to say, listen, having now seen him short circuit twice, what do you think-- kind of, yeah!! But only a little, so maybe enough of his comfort levels are unlocked via orgasm, it's possible.

He gives Wriothesley an affectionate hair ruffle and then reaches for his hand, to press a gentlemanly kiss to the backs of his fingers.]

What a relief; I would be mortified if you waited until now to tell me what an awful lover I am. [endeared by the shameless. gosh.] Luckily, my skills as a host for tea are second to none.

[It'd be even worse to be bad at tea than bad at sex? That said, after he... considers thoughtfully, for a moment,] It seems you found the words to bring me peace, after all. I would be glad to be someone you can rely on in the future, as well. If you would like.

Perhaps it's true. You need at least one to get the ball going I suppose.

[He would like to believe in a romantic spinning of tales, honestly speaking. It is unfortunate that he is much too realistic about how the world works. Still, it is nice to fantasize, he thinks.]

Inflict is a harsh word. If I were not interested in hearing what you have to say, then I would not have asked in the first place. My hope was to dispel them instead of letting such things fester. [He speaks only honestly. Better to handle things quickly before they get out of control.

But hey, he gets some fond attention and an endearing kiss on his hand. What is he? A maiden to be courted? It makes him chuckle.]

If it were so awful, I would do some gentle guiding. [Wriothesley knew what he enjoyed after all. He could help lead the other to hit all the right spots. He didn't have to do much of that, and what he did do was merely because Lorenz seemed overtly concern of his health.] I think you to be too attentive of your partner to be a bad lay, besides.

[He smiles a little.] I will keep it in mind. [It isn't a rejection, but it is a cautious answer. It isn't anything that Lorenz has done wrong, but merely that Wriothesley is slow to trust others. But it doesn't mean that Wriothesley isn't considering it at the very least.]

I'd love to continue to talk about tea and everything else, but there's only so long I can walk around with your cum inside me, monsieur. I think getting washed up is in order.

[He's getting another kiss on the hand for his efforts before Lorenz lets go, so enjoy that one, too. It's been second nature to keep his various insecurities close to his chest and try to be the good listening ear for others, instead - so it's... different, to hear Wriothesley say to him the kinds of things he might have said to someone else, in some other scenario.

So he deserves the courtly hand kissing, is the point. Lorenz hums and shrugs to the point about his nonstop attentiveness, like, that's just how he is! Good to know it's an enjoyable feature, he supposes.

Now then, there has to be a more delicate way to address The Mess, but ooh that's speaking his language:] Please. I have never been more... sticky in my life.

[He's so ready to get out of here and wash his hair at least three times, for starters. He gets up to continue gathering his clothes, saying over his shoulder:]

You need not trouble yourself about my offer, for the record. I would never demand anything of you that you would not offer willingly! And if it causes you discomfort to speak of it, then I would not hear it at all. That is a personal creed.

[He knows a lot of people who hesitate when it comes to opening up, so if that sounds like he's had practice saying it before - yeah.]

[Such a gentleman as usual.

Wriothesley steps away to finally pick up his discarded clothes, shivering sometimes when he feels more of Lorenz' seed dribble down his legs. A lick of his lips and a laugh.] I could have licked you clean if it was going to bother you so much. [Wriothesley is nothing if not brazen, though it just gives Lorenz plenty more to imagine when they're not together. The man is certainly a menace.

He does pause as the other speaks again. Ah, called out. He lets out a quiet exhale.]

It's nothing like that. [His mouth quirks into a small smile.] I would like nothing more to take you up on your offer.

[It would be nice, he thinks, to be able to trust the other. Others.]

[Lorenz pauses while pulling his shirt back on, thinking about how he will also need to, er, learn to do laundry really quickly-- to instead consider being licked clean. That's another mental image for the pile, indeed. He resumes fiddling with his buttons, considering this whole show-confidence-and-express-himself idea, so:]

It seems you have quite the sinful mouth, yourself. I would not be opposed.

[...He's getting there.

But oh, that admission is - sad, in its way. It must be difficult; Lorenz reaches out to touch his cheek with a small smile of his own.]

Take your time. My offer will stand.

[Now then. Getting dressed, and trying to finger-comb his hair into an acceptable shape.]

I suppose we have to return the dice, as well.

[Wriothesley slides his pants back on, deciding that there was no reason to also dirty his underwear when he would be getting washed up soon enough. He lazily slips his dress shirt back on, not even bothering to button it up all the way. All the marks Lorenz has left is out on display like a man showing off his trophies. He balls his waistcoat and undergarments up and keeps them tucked under his arm. With how disheveled his hair is, the mess of his clothes, and the marks left behind, there really was no doubt as to what they had been up to.

He just offers Lorenz a wicked smile.] I am merely offering. If my partner hates to get dirty, then I should let him know that I am the type who swallows. [He definitely knows what kind of images he must be putting into Lorenz' mind.

Devilish in his grins, even if he almost seems to feign innocence. As though his words were simply talking about the weather.

It's a stark contrast to how seemingly sweet the other is. Gentle.

He loops his arm with Lorenz'.] Well, let's go then. [With the way they look now, those that had seen Lorenz as meat to be ogled before will surely have to reconsider their image of the man.]

[Ah, so he's going for an unsubtle approach, Lorenz sees. Can't say he minds getting a fresh view of all the marks he's left on display like that, although he's already buttoned himself all the way up. The marks Wriothesley has left on him are for the two of them; the ogling eyes will have to make do with only one boldly exposed chest.

He sputters out a laugh - please, how can he present himself in public if Wriothesley keeps giving him all these exciting new images to think about - and remembers to slip the long-abandoned dice into his pocket before steering for the door. Half of him expects a crowd of voyeurs just outside, but when the door is pushed open—

No crowd. If they get any passing looks on their way, it's appreciation for Wriothesley's current look and gazes Lorenz can only consider recontextualizing for himself. He ignores these. He doesn't even frown at anyone, though he does press closer to Wriothesley as they walk, so that nobody gets the bright idea of trying to invite either of them into another ridiculous game. Onward to the showers.

And low, under the noise of the roady casino rooms,] Speaking to your earlier point... Is that what you prefer, or do you enjoy an equivalent exchange?

[He's going to call it that, yes. Of course he is.]

[Wriothesley is not fond of being in the limelight in reality. He doesn't like being noticed. Still, with everyone throwing away all their inhibitions, the boxer honestly looks like most others walking around. The pair gets looks from others, but it's mostly in passing. It's manageable.

He lets out a thoughtful hum.] Is that what we're calling it now? An equivalent exchange? [A teasing look as he glances at the other.]

To answer your question though, I enjoy pleasing my partners. You can say by pleasuring someone, I also derive pleasure from it. [Wriothesley is rather observant with others and his priority in bed had always been his partners. It was to a point where he often forgets to be more selfish. He always enjoyed himself regardless, so he never thinks much on pursuing anything particular.] You'll find there is very little I don't enjoy.

Ahaha, that's what we're calling it in public! [Meet him halfway!!

In any case, this does explain why Wriothesley couldn't give a whole answer for how he likes to be touched. It's not a bad thing, but how can Lorenz appropriately fuss over how much he's enjoying himself if they're both just bouncing acts of service back and forth— hm!]

Shall I make a list of viable acts and check them off one by one?

[Not an impossibility, but also, he'd burst into flame if anyone else ever found it. Pros, cons.]

And what if it would please me to please you?

How cute. [Sorry, but it really is kind of cute. He can't help but tease when the other is so embarrassed to say what it actually is. Wriothesley is literally walking around looking he got ravished. He did get ravished. Lorenz literally is why he looks like he currently does!!!

But Wriothesley seems to legitimately be thinking over Lorenz' words. Talking about it, he was finding, was a little more embarrassing than he bargained for. Maybe because it made him feel just a little more vulnerable. He wasn't shy about the physical aspect. It was easy to get lost in physical pleasure. It's a little harder when it's Lorenz trying to fulfill him. The emotional aspect always throws him a little off.]

...My neck and chest are sensitive. It's probably because of the scars. Hair pulling. Inner thighs. [Because Lorenz seems to want to know so badly, he can at least try.

He does not bring up his praise kink. Surely the other knew at this point. He didn't have to mention it.

Wriothesley does chuckle a little as they near the showers.] It's a surprise. I thought you would only care about your pleasure mostly. [Not that he thinks the other would have been a pillow queen or something, but he definitely did think things were going to go differently.]

[Ravishing him - like he deserves, thank you - and talking about wanting to ravish him again in front of dozens of people are different, in Lorenz's defense...! He huffs and elbows Wriothesley lightly for that; yes, yes, he's heard this exact teasing a dozen times now.

He's taking thorough mental notes, though. Neck and chest, mhm, he recalls with perfect clarity the way Wriothesley had reacted to kisses all down his chest. He will remember these tips, humming in a decidedly pleased tone to have gotten these specifics out of him. Good, good.

Although...] Really? Is that the type of man I come across as?

[Is it his overt Fussy Spoiled Rich Guy thing, because he knows about that one. He's been informed.]

I am delighted to have surprised you, in any case. I do believe in mutually beneficial engagements. [equivalent exchange. ha.

Once they're in the showers he looks around to see that they're the only ones here, so lucky, and immediately gets to work on his many buttons.]

You have figured me out by now, but seeing the fruits of my labor in the bliss of another is—highly exhilarating. I have no pressing desire for a perfunctory tumble without considering my partner.

[The elbow merely gets a bark of a laugh out of him. It's a carefree sound filled with nothing but amusement.

He shakes his head a bit.] It isn't a slight at you or anything. It's just something I expect.

[Which probably says more about who he has slept around with more than anything. But hey, he doesn't fault them either. People in prison who are suffering and fighting for survival are seeking even a bit of pleasure and he gave that to them. He knew exactly what he had been signing up for.] I didn't mean to insinuate that you specifically would be that way.

[Wriothesley is quick to discard his garments. A shower honestly sounds great right now for the slight aches in his body.] Ever the gentleman I see. [He leaves his clothes in a crumpled pile and makes his way to turn on one of the shower heads.]

[Lorenz hums, shrugging off his waistcoat and shirt. Now that he's not exactly in a hurry, he takes the extra seconds to fold them tidily and put them on the shelf next to the towels. He can be tousled and rumpled for only so long.

Anyway, he rather thinks Wriothesley should consider bedding people with more time on their hands to really dedicate to the experience, but he supposes if it works, it works? There's about a two hundred percent chance he could say something here, then actually experience it and change his mind, so.]

Never you mind, then. A gentleman is not so easily offended.

[Well.

Other times, he is. A gentleman is never offended right now, in this shower room. He sets the rest of his clothes neatly folded with the shirt and stretches, heading for another shower head. At last... hot water...]

I could stand here for hours. If I begin to shrivel, rouse me from my stupor.

[Well, Lorenz will just have to give him a proper experience now won’t they?

Wriothesley tilts his head as he looks at the other.] Is that so? Last time I checked, you reacted quite strongly to a multitude of things. You were quite affronted when I compared you to prey. [Don’t think he had forgotten. He doesn’t forget.]

I’m a little busy… [The hot water feels wonderful on his body. If there’s something he never takes for granted, it was hot water. But he can’t quite relax yet.

Lorenz probably hears a sharp intake of breath from the boxer as he reaches behind himself to slowly stretch his hole. He’ll never complain about getting filled, but clean up was always its own thing.]

Well, I would rather die of shame than be viewed as some- some weak, wilting flower. We are speaking of the difference between the elegance and strength of the rose and the piteousness of the dandelion; you understand.

[Does he. Just go with it regardless. Anyway, yes, so he was offended about that, obviously it's different! So different he needn't explain further, perusing the confusing selection of shampoos before he finds the most floral-smelling one to wash his hair with.

And—ah, that is... Wriothesley is a sight to behold doing anything at all, but soaking wet and stretching himself is another thing entirely. Lorenz puts the shampoo bottle back on the shelf before he squeezes it dry. Good gracious.

He is going to watch, though.]

Sometimes being underestimated is good. You have the element of surprise.

[Wriothesley is kind of an underdog guy, so he thinks that he has always been underestimated until he finally took on the mantle of administrator.

He can feel Lorenz’ gaze on him and there’s something so thrilling about having someone’s undivided attention like this. He braces one arm against the shower wall, resting his forehead against it, while he widens his stance to accommodate what he’s doing more easily.

Lorenz can watch the way his seed drips out of the boxer’s entrance before he stuffs two fingers in to start scooping it out of himself. He can’t help the groan that escapes his mouth.]

We will have to agree to disagree. The element of surprise is not very me.

[He doesn't really go in for the bait and switch, like, ever; it's never occurred to him. So it feels, hm, not quite fitting right to think about utilizing it now.

Which he can think about later, if he isn't still thinking about this. Absent-mindedly he remembers to keep scrubbing his hair. Watching him wet and groaning and knowing that he himself is responsible for this scene now, mmph— perhaps he should take a colder shower.]

As a gentleman, I do apologize for the... mess. [A beat.] As a partner, however, I would hate to miss seeing you like this.

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drops this essay about lorenz problems tm and limps away

Lorenz, buddy...

he's doing great

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