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[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.

[A breathless laugh at the other’s words. He looks at Lorenz over his shoulder. His gaze is somewhat heated.]

You don’t have to apologize. I asked for this. I wanted it. [Mess or not, he would say yes everytime. Probably. He licks his lips.] You enjoying the show? You’re always free to give a hand.

[There is no way he won’t get turned on if Lorenz does. He already is turned on just being watched.]

Admittedly, it is only about half of one apology. [Ahaha,] Keep yourself together until I've finished rinsing my hair.

[He's still sudsy, but he'll make shorter work of it and turn the faucet off to sidle under Wriothesley's shower head instead. For a moment he just looks him up and down with pursed lips, like he's having trouble choosing a tea except that tea here is where to put his hands. Then he places a hand between Wriothesley's shoulder blades and traces down, following the path of a water droplet as it dips lower and lower.]

It almost feels like a pity to interrupt you like this. This time, how would you like to be touched?

[His cock twitches as he hears Lorenz turn his own shower head off and hearing the wet footsteps grow louder until the other is behind him. Heat pools in his stomach and he vaguely thinks that this was inevitable with them showering together. Or maybe he's just too horny for his own good. Honestly, he hopes the other is also just as interested.

A breathy moan escapes his lips as he arches his back from Lorenz' touch. It's searing, yet not enough.] I mean you're free to just w-watch. [A shiver runs up his spine. He doesn't know which he wants. No, he does. He wants to be touched, but he also knows that he wants to be watched until he can't help but feel he needs to be touched.]

[This hadn't been the plan, exactly; Lorenz had intended on showering and then making his way back upstairs to fetch himself some additional day clothes and then perhaps browse around for tea. He would have asked if Wriothesley wanted to come along, of course, as he is good company. Fooling around in the shower wasn't in the plans.

He'd have waited until after the first tea time, at least. But here they are, and with Wriothesley already reacting so strongly to his most innocent of touches. That is invigorating, to say the least.

Lorenz steps around to stand at his side to see his face better, running his fingers back up his spine.]

Wriothesley... [did they not discuss this on the way here! give it a try!] Know that you are about to hear the rarest of requests I have ever made: Tell me what to do. Would you, please?

[He turns to look at the other. Wriothesley's disheveled hair was now sticking to his skin from the water. He looks at the other with something akin to hunger.

Another shiver down his spine as the other continues to touch him with maddeningly feather light touches. It's not enough.]

Lorenz. [And his voice comes out low. Purr-like.] Won't you help clean the mess you made in me? [Wriothesley doesn't consider him a shy person by any means, but there's something just a little flustering about asking the other to basically finger him. Even if he's shameless enough to spread his fingers and open himself up for the other.]

[It's a good look for him. Lorenz pushes some of that wet hair back from his face, leaning in closer. He's flushed and not only from the hot water, a look Wriothesley must recognize by now.]

How could I refuse such an earnest request? For you, anything you want.

[One last skim of his hand down Wriothesley's back, then over the curve of his ass, teasing a fingertip just above his entrance. Just because he wants Wriothesley to get a little more selfish doesn't mean he doesn't also want to hear him really need it. Every sound he makes is endearing and arousing at once.

Lorenz doesn't tease very long, though, pressing just the one finger inside him slow and deep. Cleanup is going to get a little slower with him holding the reins, as it were.]

You could. Last I checked you were a bit of ahh tease...

[Case and point. He feels those fingers on him, not yet giving him what he wants. How his body wants to clench down on the digit, but Lorenz hasn't even given it to him. He has forgotten that this whole thing is supposed to be them cleaning up. It'll come in time.

But god, that finger is heavenly. It's just very different to have someone opening him up. Touching him like this. He tries not to roll his hips.] M-mm. Taking your time? One might think you want me to stay stuffed with your cum.

[Lorenz hums, like, he's not teasing, he's being very generous right now. He works his finger in and out of him a few times, only sliding a second finger in on the third or so go. Curling his fingers before he next draws them out could be getting around to cleaning up and could be to hear Wriothesley stutter again, or both.

As always, there has to be a less obscene way to say that—]

Shh, darling. [Lorenz presses a kiss to his shoulder, not trying to scold him for his filthy mouth or anything. Just shh, enjoy it.] This is all for you. If anything is not to your liking, you need only say.

[Lorenz curls their fingers and it makes Wriothesley's knees buckle. Oh, that was wonderful. It gets a shaky moan out of the boxer. He rocks his hips, trying to get more of those fingers in him. Getting cleaned up, be damned.

Even if Lorenz chastised him for his vulgar mouth, he'd not change his tune. Let's be real, Wriothesley is purposely being obscene with his words. To go against all those gentlemanly principles Lorenz seems intent on holding onto.]

I'll like anything you give me. [This probably isn't a lie either. Call him easy.]

[There's at least some incidental cleaning up happening here, surely. It's just overshadowed by how much Lorenz enjoys making him weak in the knees. He braces his other hand against Wriothesley's chest to steady him as he works his fingers in and out more evenly, stretching him open.]

Aha, that is almost a full request. [Points for effort! He gets another kiss on the shoulder.] You do take what you are given so very exquisitely.

[None of this is leaving Lorenz unaffected, even Wriothesley's vulgar language. If he really found it so objectionable, he would at least make an effort to stop him. There's a certain secret thrill about being the subject of that kind of talk, at least the way Wriothesley does it, in nearly the same moment as surprisingly wholesome declarations like his next one.]

How does it feel?

[He shudders as he groans again. Two fingers isn't enough. Not when he had the other's cock inside him just earlier. Being stuffed filled had been so good and his body was already craving more.]

You just give me exactly what I want. [Which isn't hard when Wriothesley is happy to receive anything, but that's besides the point. There's a shuddering breath as he rolls his hips to try and take Lorenz' fingers deeper. Speaking of giving him exactly what he wants-] Give me another. I can take it. It's nowhere near enough.

[The hand that isn't braced against the shower wall blindly reaches for Lorenz' length. Surely he isn't the only one getting into it. Maybe a round two of some sort wasn't exactly planned, but it surely is on the table.]

Good. Your fingers feel, ah, fucking great.

[Ah, there it is, the unprompted demand. Lorenz is more than happy to time the thrusts of his fingers with the way Wriothesley rolls his hips, lips trailing up from his shoulder to his neck, pressing a satisfied little smirk into his skin. Even more points.

Lorenz is nothing if not accommodating, of course, sliding in a third finger and pressing all of them deep inside him. He's so focused on this that he doesn't entirely register Wriothesley's hand until it bumps against his thigh, the sudden brush of skin making his cock twitch.]

Your feedback is invaluable. [only, like, a fraction teasing-] I do want you to feel sublime.

[He takes Wriothesley's blind hand and moves it onto his own length, helpfully, with a delicious shiver from that contact alone. Wriothesley already getting needy and the memory of the sex they just had are a deadly combination of turn-ons; he's a goner.]

In the interest of equally stating our needs: Keep a firm grip.

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