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[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.]

[Praise really is the magic word, isn't it— Lorenz mutters a few more sweet nothings in his ear about being such a very good boy, keeping it up even after Wriothesley's orgasm rolls through him. He stops teasing the other's chest first, wrapping his arm around him to be absolutely sure he doesn't drop to the floor, but keeps working his fingers slower and slower until Wriothesley is completely spent.

He draws his fingers out of him completely and slides that arm around him too, skimming fingertips up and down the other's side. Ignoring his own cock isn't completely unbearable yet, so he's going to enjoy the comfortable weight of holding Wriothesley up and the kernel of self-satisfaction he gets from being the one to put him in that state. Even the sting of where the other's nails had pressed into him is a delight, hm, yes...

Maybe in a bit he'll wonder if he got carried away, or at least, carried away for anyone's standards besides his own--]

Wriothesley... [He kisses his shoulder, light and affectionate.] How do you feel?

[Wriothesley is a shivering and shuddering mess, overwhelmed by his orgasm and the sweet words the other showers him with. He’s flushed and panting and looks thoroughly debauched.

The definition of bliss.

And he tilts his head so he can bury his face into the crook of Lorenz’ neck and nuzzle against the other. His mind is still catching up, but his body seems intent on seeking the warmth of another and enjoying the press of skin on skin.

He lets out a hoarse laugh.] My legs feel like they’re made of jelly. Amazing. I feel amazing. I didn’t think you could dirty talk like that. Really blew my mind you know.

[He’s still trying to catch his breath.]

[Lorenz thinks he's gorgeous like that, all things considered. He likes Wriothesley pressing closer into his arms, too, squeezing him in as if welcoming. They're a little slippery, but warm and just good down to its most basic level; it feels purely good to cling together like this.]

Aha— Well, I am glad you enjoyed it. I thought you might, considering... [his filthy mouth and teasing. ahem.] It was for your sake, but I did mean it all quite earnestly.

[For next time, and so on. He tilts his head to press another kiss into Wriothesley's hair with a little hum.]

And you are magnificent when you, hm, turn to jelly. [hehe jelly legs] I'm quite impressed.

I’ll like anything you do as long as you’re into what we’re doing. [There are probably limitations to that, but there’s not a lot that would probably turn Wriothesley off from.

His smile turns into something more wicked. Lorenz can’t see it with his face pressed against his neck, but he can probably hear it in the way Wriothesley speaks.] I’ll be sure to make it a reality. I’ll make sure to fuck you until you’re nothing but a mess, sweetheart. [His voice comes out almost purr-like. It was a promise.]

You really are relentless with the flattery. Let me get down for a moment. [He finally pulls away from the other. His legs are still shaking, but he seems to be able to keep upright well enough.

Not that it matters because Wriothesley sinks to the ground and…

Well, he gets to his knees right in front of Lorenz. As if Wriothesley wasn’t aware of the man’s neglected cock. He can’t leave the other hanging (haha) like they.] There. So my legs can rest. [He says so casually like his face isn’t level with the man’s hardened length. That his knees will be sore from the tile underneath them.]

[Oh, so he's recovered enough to indulge in his filthy mouth, Lorenz sees how it is. He sputters out a little laugh, as usual, cheeks flushed already to hear the much dirtier version of what he'd waxed poetic about just a moment ago. Even the pet name makes his stomach flip with a kind of giddy anticipation, good gracious-- he's so far gone.

Now then, there he goes... Lorenz lets his arms fall away from Wriothesley only somewhat reluctantly, already missing the warmth. He raises an eyebrow. The image here of Wriothesley on his knees is a memorable one for sure.]

So your legs can rest, [Lorenz repeats, flatly, just to acknowledge that they both know his legs aren't going to get any less wobbly in the next handful of minutes. Just the sight of Wriothesley down there right next to his cock makes him twitch, and he threads his fingers into the other's hair in a loose grip.

He exaggerates a short sigh, like oh! so irresponsible to kneel on tile! Do not complain to Lorenz about sore knees-!]

Well, you certainly do look comfortable.

[Well, if Lorenz keeps Wriothesley's mouth busy, he wouldn't be able to say such filthy things. So really, isn't this better? It'll certainly keep the other from saying more raunchy things to the other.

He looks up at the other, and the man is really just an image of sin. Wet from the shower, eyes still hazy from his orgasm and face flushed red. He licks his lips before pressing his cheek against Lorenz' erection. He tilts his head to press a surprisingly chaste kiss to it.] Of course. It'll be just a breather. [He'll probably end up even more staggered, but it would be worth it.

Insatiable was this man, he definitely looked hungry for the other still. His eyelids flutter just a little as he feels hands in his hair.] Shouldn't I? There's a meal right in front of me.

[He runs his tongue up the length slowly before smacking his lips as though he was having something to savor.] And I swallow. [He says that before covering the head of Lorenz' cock with his lips and sucks on it.]

[Lorenz arches his eyebrow even higher, trying his level best to remain cool and composed while Wriothesley all but nuzzles against his cock. He's doing- okay with keeping his composure, absolutely, raking his fingers through Wriothesley's hair.

A meal—]

Y-You— [Menace! An absolute menace, who has pretty eyes and looks so very good down on his knees with Lorenz's hand pushed back in his hair, and- mmph.] You are incorrigible.

[The sound effects too, of course. He huffs, an amused noise that turns into a breathy moan as Wriothesley's mouth closes around him. He's already wired from taking Wriothesley apart so thoroughly, heightening the feeling of lips and mouth around his cock after it'd been so neglected. Just that much is already enough to make him shudder, meeting the other's gaze—

And nope, he can't do that or he will come far too quickly; he looks away with a hand over his mouth to contain another groan that spills out of him.]

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