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[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.

[He licks his lips before wiping at it with the back of his hands. Wriothesley shifts so he’s sitting cross legged instead of being on his knees. He can feel the ache in them. It was well worth it, he thinks, even if his knees might think otherwise.

The boxers sighs contently as he leans into the other’s touch.]

It was. Thank you for the good meal. [Utterly shameless.]

[Well in that case, Lorenz can just shift into his lap, hey-- They'll have to get up soon, he's definitely pruned, but in a few minutes. Sitting here stroking the other's hair is pretty comfortable, for being on a tile floor.

Wriothesley... Yet again, Lorenz encourages this by making an amused little sound and not properly objecting at all.]

Yes, yes. You're still incorrigible, but you're quite good at that.

[At being incorrigible or sucking him off, it's both.]

[Wriothesley is more than happy to have the other in his lap. He wraps his arms around Lorenz’ lithe waist and tugs them close. He nuzzled against the other. Affectionate.]

I know I am. You’re charmed by it though. [Confident. He knows the other is so very charmed by him though. Lorenz hasn’t made it a secret after all.]

[Lorenz laughs, like, how could he not be charmed? Especially in the wake of this affection that he's so weak to - obviously, it's Wriothesley's fault.

He lifts his head to put his chin on the other's shoulder, kissing neck - chastely, for once. Fondly. Still carding fingers through his hair.]

Not a single soul could blame me. Indeed, you are entirely to blame.

[This was comfortable. Nice. He lets out a pleased sound in the back of his throat as the other continues to lather him with affection.

He chuckles lowly.]

Oh? It’s my fault? I supposed I’ll have to take responsibility then. It seems I’ve inconvenienced you.

Ahaha— at the very least, you are a gentleman. Feel free to take responsibility at any time.

[By just sitting here with him, mostly-- that does the trick. Lorenz is pleasantly surprised this has continued to go well, defying his expectations... almost as if his expectations are bizarre and full of issues--

Mm, never mind. He won't think about that now. He tilts his head to press another kiss up higher, near Wriothesley's jaw.]

And I believe I have pruned, which is inconvenient...

And how should I make such reparations? I would hate for things to go sour between us. [Is he flirting a little too much? Perhaps.

There’s no harm right?

He clicks his tongue and grabs the other by the chin so he can capture the man’s lips with his own. If the other was going to leave kisses, then it should be shared in a way he can also return it after all.]

You’re no less handsome even pruned. Don’t worry.

[Mm, kissing him and telling him he's handsome are pretty decent starts at "reparations," all things considered. Lucky, because Lorenz doesn't have any appropriately cheeky suggestions at the moment.

He steals another kiss, then lays his head back on the other's shoulder.]

Ah, I had gotten worried. [ha ha.] Now, what manner of reparations do you feel you owe?

[He threads his fingers through Lorenz' wet locks; brushing his fingers through the strands.]

Hmm. Perhaps drying off and getting dressed again properly. [He taps his chin as though he's thinking.] Maybe getting a cup of tea together in the main lobby. Does that sound fitting?

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