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[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.]

[It looks like Lorenz is a prey again, but this time Wriothesley was the predator. Not that he's trying to eat the other alive in that sense, but he's definitely going to enjoy tasting them.

He chuckles a little with Lorenz' cock still in his mouth. He pulls off with a wet pop as he strokes the shaft with his hand.] Mmm, but I thought you already knew that at this point. [He licks at the head some more, rubbing his tongue over the slit and lapping up any precome.]

Isn't it your fault though? Perhaps if you didn't taste so good on my tongue...

[How cute. The other can't even hold his gaze.] Sweetheart, you should be looking at me and only me. [He says that before taking the other back into his mouth. He takes the entire length down until he hits the base, the other's erection hitting the back of his throat. He moans happily.]

[If he's prey again then he's already been caught, but hell if he's going to turn away from Wriothesley now. The man is incorrigible, from his insistence on teasing Lorenz still to the hot, wet sensation of his mouth, Lorenz's hips trembling from the swirl of the other's tongue around his cock. His fault! If he weren't preoccupied looking away and concentrating he might sputter and squawk some about that. Maybe later--]

I- I could not possibly hope to look at you if this is to, ah- to last.

[He's already getting close, hand fisted in Wriothesley's hair now to give himself an anchor point while losing himself in the feeling of it. Feeling himself slide so deeply into the other's mouth is honestly overwhelming, making his head spin.]

Wriothesley... [Lorenz groans out his name, still with his head turned away to the shower wall. All he can focus on is the press of Wriothesley's tongue against the underside of his cock, the tight pressure of his mouth and the downright sinful way he moans around it, and if Lorenz looks down at him now it will pry a whole wedge out of his lingering self control.

He looks down to meet the other's gaze again and nearly instantly feels weak in the knees, hips twitching forward as he bites his lip around another needy moan.]

Ah- [honestly he's about to apologize for that tiniest of hip thrusts, but,] Y-You see? Is it not enough that you occupy every one of my thoughts?

[He doesn't have to answer that right now...]

[There's something so very enjoyable about pulling the other apart after the other had thoroughly made a mess of him just before. A lovely give and take between them. He knows he has been nothing but salacious towards Lorenz the entire night and he frankly didn't regret it. Not when he had some wonderful sex and not when the other looked so wonderful losing their mind to his mouth on his cock.

The sting on his scalp is a delicious feeling and he hopes the other will lose himself enough to take what they want. Encourages it even.

His eyes crinkle at the corners. A pleased expression and he groans around the other again to indicate that he isn't upset at all that the other had moved on their own. He wish it were easier to signal that the other really should just fuck his face. Use his mouth as they see fit until his throat is raw.

He starts a steady pace where he'll almost pull completely off, the tip basically kissing his lips before coming all the way back down to the base. Everytime, he rubs his tongue against the underside of Lorenz' erection. The shower room easily fills with the sound of the shower going and the wet, slurping sounds of the boxer sucking Lorenz off.]

[Lorenz learns quickly that it was, ah, much easier to keep it together when he wasn't the only one being lavished with attention. It already feels amazing enough to make his head spin, and the way Wriothesley is enjoying himself so throughly down there, good gracious - Lorenz has to look away again with a breathless laugh, a flush spreading quickly all the way down his neck. This man and his sounds...

A steady pace is perfect torture for how on edge he feels; he lets his eyes flutter closed and just savors it for a moment, murmuring his approval in a litany of little yeses and groans of Wriothesley's name. His cock weeping with each pull of the other's lips, Lorenz runs his fingers into his hair for a second tight grip. If nothing else but to hold Wriothesley's head still when his hips jerk again, you know, politely.

Still, it's—difficult to misinterpret the delighted noises Wriothesley keeps making around him, so- well, so-]

Do you... Is it alright?

[Goddess have mercy, give him a thumbs up or something.]

[He was glad for refractory periods because he’d probably be damn hard again with all this. It felt good all the same. It doesn’t stop him from being noisy nor shiver in response to the biting grip the other has on his hair.

He nods just a little. Enough that the other could tell he was nodding. Wriothesley’s eyes glances up, but they’re slightly unfocused. In bliss.

His hands reach out to grasp at Lorenz’ thighs. Expectant.]

[Ah, not a thumbs up, but that probably would have taken him right out of the moment anyway-- Lorenz's grip loosens from only one hand, which he cards through Wriothesley's hair with a sort of grateful gentleness to it.

That hand settles back in his hair as the other grips his thighs, and oh, if the look in his eyes doesn't make Lorenz forget how to think for a moment. It only seems polite to look him in the eyes now, rocking his hips into Wriothesley's mouth at more or less the same pace he'd been going at a second ago.

Watching his length sliding in and out of Wriothesley's mouth nearly makes him jerk his gaze away again; he grips his hair tighter and groans, biting his lip. Just a bit faster then--]

Y-You are... immaculate, as always.

[He groans happily, making sure to hollow his cheeks and to lavish Lorenz' erection with his tongue with every slide.

His eyes are half-lidded at best as he seems to be completely enraptured with being used for the other's pleasure. Wriothesley loved watching the other slowly come undone. To see them struggle to keep eye contact with him and hold on for as long as possible. It was cute.

He lets out a low purr of delight.]

[Goddess, now he's purring, that shouldn't be allowed--]

Wriothesley...

[Oh, he's far too pretty like this, it's a direct attack on Lorenz's carefully maintained self control. The movements of his hips get faster, more erratic as he climbs towards his release. He presses in deep with a half-desperate whine, relishing the wet heat of the other's mouth for an extra few moments.

One hand leaves the other's hair again to cup his cheek, thumb sliding fondly over his cheekbone. It's important to him that he expresses his enjoyment, mm, beyond the obvious, but he's so close to hinting that peak that he's finally rendered speechless, so: this.

A few more jerks of his hips is all he can handle after that, coming over the other's (talented, extraordinary) tongue with sharp cry. Even riding out his orgasm is an effort to stay upright, his thighs trembling under Wriothesley's hands, Lorenz's grip white-knuckled in his hair. If he doesn't simply tip over into the wall, it will be a miracle--]

[Yes. This is exactly what he wanted. The other to press deeply into his throat; forcing him to swallow their entire length. It makes him moan in delight.

His hands leave Lorenz’ thighs if only to wrap his arms around the man’s legs to keep them upright as they ride out their orgasm. His eyes flutter closed and he greedily swallows every drop of seed that Lorenz gives him. He doesn’t want to waste even a drop.

The sting of Lorenz’ grip in his hair. The warm liquid down his throat. It’s all perfect.]

[It takes Lorenz a moment to catch his breath once he's spent, trembling all the way down and using Wriothesley's shoulder to keep himself balanced. He shudders as he pulls out of the other's mouth and then simply sinks to join him there on the shower floor, tucking his face in against his neck. Mmph.

After another moment he runs his fingers through Wriothesley's hair slow and gentle, soothing after pulling on it so hard. He sighs, utterly content.]

That was wonderful.

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