armwriostle | peacockstop Overflow

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.

[The feeling of being stretched open with a third fingers makes him groan with pleasure. He clenches around the digits and his eyelids flutter; a man in bliss.]

You've only made me feel amazing. One round was never going to be enough. [Two rounds wasn't going to be enough either, but at this point it should be obvious that this was never going to be a one and done kind of deal.

His grip around Lorenz' length is firm as he starts stroking the other to the thrust of their fingers. He runs his thumb over the slit on the head of their cock. Wriothesley seems equally thrilled to be returning the favor of pleasuring the other.]

It's a shame that you came inside. [He looks at the other with a wicked smile.] Don't get me wrong. I loved that, but I wonder what you might taste like.

[The grip on his cock is perfect, making him shudder as a chill goes through him - extra divine, while they're still under the hot water. He presses closer to Wriothesley, sliding his hand up over his chest to grip his shoulder. He wants to be impossibly closer to the other in every way, hands and body and ducking his face into the crook of Wriothesley's neck to groan with need.]

You, aha- you did ask. [He huffs, amused and meeting that smile with a more sheepish one of his own. He loved it just as much, and undoubtedly they'll do that again sooner rather than later, but right now,] I will admit, I have been wondering the same about you.

[It's a little overwhelming, the ah, options— In a very short time Lorenz has gone from pointedly not thinking about any sex to thinking about the dozen-plus ways he would like to have Wriothesley, from making him come with fingers alone to sliding down to his knees and beyond. What is he supposed to do, actually choose? Nudging Wriothesley to make requests of him is practical, really.

While they're like this though, he curls his fingers against Wriothesley's prostate, keeping their gazes locked. He likes to see him react...]

Anything you want, I will happily give.

[Wriothesley tilts his head to press his face into Lorenz’ damp hair. His needy moans are no less quiet even muffled. If anything, it was probably louder with how close the two of them had gotten.

His laugh comes out breathless before it quickly turns into a groan.] I would gladly ask for it again. Can’t a guy want to be stuffed to the brim with cum once in awhile? [Shameless as always.]

You know it’s the same. If you want anything, I’m easy- [If not for Lorenz’ arm around his waist and his arm braced against the shower wall, he was pretty sure he would have crumpled to the tile floor with the ways his knees buckle as the other presses against his prostate. His moans are loud and shameless as he tries to grind down against those long fingers inside him. Even then, a lot of his weight is on the other to keep him upright.]

Fuck. Lorenz.

[Ah, and he can be as loud as he wants. Lorenz squeezes his arm around him tighter and hums, like, he's here, Wriothesley needn't worry about being dropped, good gracious. Being pressed this close and with Wriothesley falling apart in his arms, Lorenz thinks, oh; yes, he does get an extra thrill about taking charge like this and turning the man into a babbling mess. Even as aroused as he is, if he can hold himself back just a little longer...

And, as always, with a huff,] To the brim? You could make it sound... mm.

[Not like he's filling a cup or something, mercy-- Lorenz shushes him then - he can talk about how easy he is in a moment - rubbing his fingers inside him faster still. Oh, yes, the man barely upright and with Lorenz's name uttered hot and desperate like that? It's maddening just how thrilling that is.

He hums again, the brim-stuffing shameless comment momentarily forgotten, ahem.]

You know, earlier, I had considered merely watching you, before your generous invitation. Would you have liked that?

[Wriothesley continues to stroke the other, but there's no real rhythm to it. It's obvious he's struggling to give back with the way the other was relentlessly hitting his prostate. He wants to pleasure the other too, but his thoughts were fraying and he can barely put them together to form anything coherent.]

Mm, until there's so much, it comes out.

[Well, he can certainly still talk with his dick apparently. Or maybe he just wants to continue to spur the other on.

Wriothesley lets out a low keen as he pants, the water washes everything away, but he knows his cock was leaking. He feels heat coiling in the put of his stomach. It only seems to tighten with the way the other speaks to him. Wriothesley nods vigorously.]

Y-Yeah. I'd have given you a whole show... [He pants next to Lorenz' ear.] Would you have enjoyed it? Seeing me coming on fingers alone?

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