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[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?

[Even his sporadic strokes are a delight, but Lorenz is completely fine with him not focusing on that at all for the moment. He rocks his hips slowly into Wriothesley's hand; if the other keeps his hand just like that, Lorenz can handle the rest.

And oh, the cup runneth over, sure, very dirty - Lorenz scoffs and moves the hand holding Wriothesley up to tease over a nipple, so maybe he'll be so worked up he'll have to try even harder to get his comments out.]

I think I would. [He thinks he'll enjoy it pretty soon, although with his own help--] You strike such a stunning profile that blooms into even greater radiance when you... enjoy yourself.

[He moves his fingers in a few short thrusts, to keep it interesting.]

Perhaps during a future meeting, you would like to do the same? To watch me? Regrettable though it would be to resist you... I would be craving your touch in no time at all.

[He tightens his grip just a little and lets the other use his fist to chase their own pleasure. The feeling of their length sliding in and out is alluring in itself. Being used for someone's pleasure is something he enjoyed when he wanted to be used for such illicit acts.

Wriothesley feels his toes curl as the other starts to play with the nubs on his chest. He flusters when what comes out of his mouth is a needy whimper. Maybe he should figure out how to be...less sensitive there. Is that something he can even train out of himself?]

H-Hah... [He's trying very hard to articulate himself, you know. Lorenz not keeping a consistent pace while feeling him up was doing a lot to make every thought leave his mind. The stimulation from the back and the front was making him go insane.] Sweettalk-ah...

[He's constantly reminded that this was the same man that was wilting over a game of dirty dice and that one should never judge a book by its cover.] Y-Yes. [Archons, yes.] I don't think I could keep my hands off you for long though.

[Well, he would try to if there was a reward for only watching, but he's not gonna mention that.]

[While the movement of his fingers inside Wriothesley is intentionally inconsistent, Lorenz rocks his hips steady and even into the tight hold of the other's fist. All of his focus is on Wriothesley right now, using the grip around his cock to keep himself just on the cusp of losing control. That's fun, he enjoyed that before, but ah - right now holding the reins is what's really doing it for him.

Not that Wriothesley isn't making it difficult to stay even a little poised, whimpering like that. Lorenz murmurs in his ear, a little "oh, there?" before pinching that nipple between thumb and forefinger. Here, the perfect spot to elicit those delightful little sounds? Hm?

So, he's gotten over his wilting nerves, even more than back in that private room. He presses deep with his fingers once more, coaxing Wriothesley closer to the edge. Even the way the other's voice hitches is attractive, ah-]

Even if I asked you to? Well then, what would you do? You have me all to yourself, the sight of you alone enough to set me alight. Under your piercing gaze, I- [nnnnn say it lorenz--] -take myself in hand. For you.

[Now, please continue this other hypothetical erotic scenario while enjoying the current erotic scenario, thanks.]

[Lorenz is a damn, complete menace and he's just putty in the man's hands at this point. Embarrassingly so.

The hand that had been used to press against the wall shoots to grab the wrist of the hand toying with his nipple. The grip is weak. It does nothing to stop the other and Wriothesley doesn't even want him to stop. It feels too good and he arches his back as he cries out the other's name. Desperate and wanting. He knows he's drooling. Feels himself being undone by the man's fingers.

He feels lightheaded and his mind is hazy, he can barely register the words being spoken to him.] I-... I would... [He can't. He's trying very hard, but he can't continue the hypothetical erotic scenario. Not when he's being pushed so close to the edge, and he's trying so hard not to fall apart in the man's arms.]

Fuck. [He moans loudly as he feels another brush of fingers against his prostate. The other was really relentless right now.] Lorenz, I-

[His dream of erotic scenarios, dashed on the rocks-- No, no, it's beyond incredible to have Wriothesley really, earnestly unraveling like this. Lorenz flicks his thumb against his nipple harder, circling it and pressing befire he drags his fingers over to give the other one some attention too.

And oh, the sounds he makes; Lorenz rolls his hips into the other's hand more quickly, a jolt of arousal coursing through him each time Wriothesley gets a little louder. As for the scenario, well—]

You would...? [Gently prompting, but he continues anyway in a low voice, just loud enough to be heard in the other's ear over the sound of the shower,] Would you come in close and take me for yourself?

[Fingers curling, and a breathy chuckle-] Would you touch me like this? You would be so very good at it— I would have you ravish me, utterly, and I would know only your name on my lips and- [nnnn say it lorenz] -all of you, f-filling me so completely...

[He's trying. He works his fingers at a faster pace again, just in case his lewd efforts aren't cutting it.]

Would you like that?

[He tries to curl in on himself a little, the pleasure coursing through his body overwhelming. He wants to tell the other to stop, but that isn’t true. He wants to keep being teased and bullied until his chest is sore and aching.]

Shit. [He didn’t think Lorenz had it in him to dirty talk like this. To mercilessly pull him apart until he’s a mess like this.

All he can think about is the mind numbing pleasure going through his body to the idea of Lorenz marked up and writhing underneath him. He doesn’t need to imagine what the other sounded like when the man was fortify whispering in his ears right that moments.

His eyes roll back into his head and he whines.] Y-Yes! [He practically shouts, too far gone mentally to even attempt to keep his voice down. It doesn’t matter if this is a public shower room or if people might hear them. He’s too busy chasing for that release.]

Lorenz, please… [He’s close. He’s so damn close.]

[Well, Lorenz will take that as a sign that his first attempt at, ah, the Erotic Scenario is going well— He tugs Wriothesley to lean further against him so that he can work him over harder with both his hands, wanting him to hit his release just as badly. The whole room must be echoing with the sounds of them, which is - well, it's-

He'll wonder if anyone heard them later; he has zero interest in thinking about that right now. The other's begging spurs him on to press and hold against the other's prostate, coaxing it out of him.]

Almost, darling, [he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the side of Wriothesley's head. He's got him, he's not going to suddenly pull away, but the scenario, ahem...] Of course you would like that, and you would be so very good at it. Just as you are so very good at this, hm?

[There's a tremble in his voice from his own arousal but he keeps it down, for the most part. Keeping his composure and his attempts at dirty talk going have him on his last nerve but in the best possible way, so just a bit more-]

If only you could see what a magnificent sight you are. And so stunning! Won't you- [nnnNNN] -won't you come for me, Wriothesley?

[They’re pressed so close and the warmth of the other fills has entirety with warmth; something the hot water of the shower can’t replicate. Wriothesley isn’t thinking about anything else but Lorenz. Not that others might have heard or even seen them. Not about the resort or dirty dice. Only the purple-haired man teasing his chest and filling him with their fingers.

And he’s so delighted to be told he’s doing good. That the other praises him as he takes their fingers that earns him such appreciative words.] Yes. Yes. [He’ll be a little flustered later about how the other made a mess out of him. He’ll make sure to return the favor and make a mess out of Lorenz in the near future.

His hand had abandoned Lorenz’ cock to cling to the other, nails digging into skin as he desperately tries to hold on.

But it’s like a thread snapping. Wriothesley arches his back, eyes fluttering closed. He comes with a shout, cock untouched; ribbons of white staining the tile wall and quickly washed away by the shower water.] Lorenz!

[Spent and weak knees, he leans all his weight on the other as he rides through his orgasm.]

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