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You seem chivalrous enough. Or perhaps I'm just weak to a pretty face.

[Wriothesley, of course, plays along and also looks over his shoulder and into the room. There's nothing much in there, honestly. Some clothes he picked out are hung on hooks and there's a few piles of clothes that were in there before he entered. Most of it seems to be lingerie or something equally risqué.]

In their defense, I think they would assume people would be using the hole and wouldn't need the table. [He chuckles because instead of using it for what it was for, he just grabbed a lollipop and kissed Sylvain's hand instead.

He pushes the lollipop in his cheek into the other one as he cocks his head to the side.] I'm a big fan of doors and walls, actually.

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[There's no hesitation from the boxer to deepen the kiss as soon as their lips meet. Tasting that hot, wet mouth and stealing Lorenz' breath as though it were the very air he needed to live.

He nips at Lorenz' bottom lip and has a rather devious smile.] Stop? Archons, no. I'm shameless as shameless can come. I hope you feel like you can say and do anything as you please if anything. [He wants the other to lose whatever inhibitions they might have. To just let go and chase their pleasure. He wants them to enjoy him the same way he wants to enjoy them.

Wriothesley moans into the kiss as he rocks his hips. He keeps one arm around Lorenz' neck while his other hand wraps around those slender fingers to stroke the both of them together. Lorenz' fingers are slender and smoother in comparison to his scarred and roughened hands.]

Only your waking thoughts? Well, I need to work a little harder so you'll see me in your dreams too.

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You don't think I am? I try and stay out of the limelight and all. Is that not shy?

[These are two very different things, but Wriothesley does know how to spin it in a way that would make it seem like they aren't. To people unfamiliar with him, they might actually fall for it.

He smirks a little.] Oh? Mademoiselle. Those are rather charged words you're saying. I thought we were merely talking about meals. [He says it as though he doesn't know better. As though the use of meal isn't vague that it could imply more than the food before them.] Should we, perhaps, finish our meal here and take our conversation somewhere else?

[It's said almost innocently. Almost.]

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[He instinctively lifts his arm and sniffs at it, but he doesn't smell anything relating to what the other had described. If only he knew that it was because of the shampoo.

He would almost think the other was pulling his leg, but that was much too descriptive. It also...had a lot of validity. Brass like the fortress. Tea like his favored drink. Ice from his affinity to Cryo. Why the other could smell such things, he didn't understand though.]

Huh. [It's all he can really reply with, honestly.] Well, has your curiosity been sated then, monsieur?

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[Wriothesley seems to be completely taken by the watch. He isn't a scholarly type by any means, but his penchant for tinkering has him at least enamored by the new item. He can ignore the whole being abducted to some resort to get lost in a hedonistic life of debauchery because these watches are rather impressive to him.

Scott mentioning he hasn't heard of Fontaine does pull his attention way from the watches.]

No? Teyvat doesn't ring a bell at all? [That made this...much more interesting. It isn't as though the news of there being different worlds was new to him. With Teyvat's history and the existence of the Traveler, he knew there to be other worlds. It's still very different to be talking to someone that seems that far removed from his world.

It also really solidifies that wherever here was, it wasn't Teyvat.]

Well, everything is pointing in that direction. You don't want to get abducted and play a game where you have sex with at least 52 people? [Wriothesley is...probably more okay about this supposed game they'd be playing more than he should.]

[Kissing Wriothesley like this is dizzying, in the best possible way— Lorenz chases his lips for another deep kiss in between words, breath hot and unsteady against the other man's skin. There's that little moment of reassurance again, encouraging him to do whatever he likes, and he's doing that already, he thinks— well, mostly, but he likes the sound of it anyway.]

I've no doubt in your skills, [he says with a smirk, kissing the corner of Wriothesley's mouth affectionately. Oh, he'll dream about this, alright... Pressed close like this, Wriothesley's hand on his, all hot skin and firm pressure and Wriothesley himself, too - they've only just met, but Lorenz means it about how charmed he is. If Wriothesley wants shameless, he'll just keep talking, low and breathless--]

Were it only possible to kiss every inch of you at once. A single evening is sorely lacking in the hours needed to unravel you completely.

[Maybe a couple evenings-- Lorenz strokes along Wriothesley's cheekbone with his thumb, down to his lips, kissing him again before pressing two fingers against his lower lip. He's not going to just shove his fingers into Wriothesley's mouth, but ahem, please...]

Will you think of me, later...?

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It can't be helped. The skin there is sensitive. [He tries to keep his voice even. He's trying very hard to excuse it as just that and not because it's a huge turn on for him. It isn't a lie. He's just omitting very crucial information.

It's too bad that this is Neuvillette and hiding things from Neuvillette is near impossible. Damn if he's gonna try to though.

Wriothesley feels his knees buckle. He doesn't know if its from the sensation of nails dragged across his skin or the sting of the bite that has him making an embarrassing keen. It's probably both.] Hey...aren't you supposed to be completely new to all of this? [Isn't Neuvillette supposed to be bad at this??? Why is he getting swept off his feet?

A hand grips Neuvillette's hair firmly and he yanks a bit.] Neuvillette, if you keep this up, I won't be able to hold back. [He might as well be honest.]

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[Wriothesley lets him. He looks at the other and bats his eyelashes playfully. Baizhu has no reason to worry about Wriothesley's comfort levels. He was, honestly, very easy. There wasn't a lot of things he won't do and a lot of his pleasure was derived from pleasing others.]

That would be news to me, monsieur. I find that I am not someone who was spoiled much. Perhaps you'll be the first.

[It's hard to say if the boxer was referring sexually or his whole life. Neither were wrong answers given his upbringing.] Are you always this sweet to your pets? They must be very lucky.

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Well, I can't fault you for being honest.

[He grazes teeth against Jan's throat. He doesn't bite down though. He was merely teasing the other. Riling them up just a bit more. The sent was somewhat addicting, but at least he was aware of what was happening. Maybe this isn't exactly on their own terms, but it would be a lie if he wasn't at least willing.]

Wriothesley. [He shoves his thigh between Jan's legs.] Excited to make your acquaintance with me are you?

Aww, he thinks I’m pretty.

[ He bats his lashes in a playful manner, amusement warm in amber eyes. But the teasing comment - complete with that lolipop still - gets a chuckle from him and moment later he’s taking a step into Wriothesley‘s personal space. So he can either let himself be crowded into the dressing room, or step back to make room. Sylvain’s ready to adapt either way. ]

Is that so?

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[He finds it incredibly ironic that Broca got stuck as pet and hates being talked down. It's a little funny, but he keeps that to himself. Wriothesley doesn't want to tease the other too much. Even if their attitude really makes him want to do so.]

Alright, no talking down. I would never think of it.

[Once the other was close enough, he reaches out until a hand can firmly grasp the other and tug them down until their noses were almost touching. He can feel warm breath against his face and he merely offers a playful smile.]

Well, I don't need to talk, but I won't lie that I'm not very quiet. [He had no reason to be quiet before, except the few times he might have done things in a public space. That's neither here nor there.] How about a kiss? I'd like one right now.

[He keeps it casual. Almost like this was a game of back and forth.]

[they can't help but laugh. it's... a fair question, under any normal circumstance. he's not obscured by the lights or anything, and Nimah is dutifully keeping their head turned in roughly his direction (it's only polite).]

Well, no. [and before Wriothesley has to ask further, they just offer a lopsided grin.] I can't see anything, after all.

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[He lets out a choked out groan as she squeezes, but it isn't tight enough for it to actually hurt. Just enough that it reminds him how damn hard he is and how much he wants relief. Things are, admittedly, moving a little slow. He isn't going to complain, but he was starting to really feel it.]

It would be a shame to not reward you when you're trying to please me so well. [His voice drops an octave. A low, hoarse whisper.] Consider it a mutual transaction. You scratch my back, I scratch yours.

[Except this isn't scratching backs but them giving each other oral.

Aerith can probably hear the smirk in his voice.] Talking isn't the only thing this mouth is good for, after all.

[He blinks owlishly for a moment before he can't help but bark out a laugh. Well, this stranger certainly has quite the sense of humour.] I see. Well, I think between us, I'm the only one who can by the sounds of it.

[He makes his way over to the other. They can probably smell the cocktail of scents exuding from the boxer get stronger as he stops in front of them.] Well, well, well. Is there anything that we can do to help you then? I would hate to walk away and for you to not be satisfied.

So it is. A light in the darkness, no?

[they're too old to be boring, that's what they think. it would be easy to be pensive and earnest, but consider: gremlin. and hey, it tends to end in things like this, where another approaches out of amusement or curiosity. or bravado.

actually, there are a lot of reasons, aren't there.

he's relatively tall, they think. at least about their height, were they to stand—and much broader by the weight of him. light steps, seemingly unbothered, loud in the small area. interesting.]

That's rather up to your comfort, I think. You could always just describe yourself, of course. [but it's interesting, someone leaning in to their 'satisfaction.' it speaks a lot of his personality, though without the hint of reasoning behind it.] The air does keep everything somewhat fuzzy, in here, so the easiest option is, of course, touch. Appropriately to your preference, of course.

[in truth, it isn't normally their favourite option. even leaning into the play of this "game" enough that they sound whimsical, there's something... invasive about memorising someone by hand alone. sometimes it really is the most reasonable option, though—with someone who's up for it.

and if it slips further along? that's not a problem either. not when that intriguing cocktail of scents really does just draw them in, more than it has any right to do. the House's way of loading the dice, perhaps...]

Before any of that, though, I'm no savage. I'm Nimah, and you?

I feel like you're teasing me when you say it like that!

[Pots and kettles, she'd been teasing him this whole time but she had to hide the way his voice had dropped had sent a thrill through her. Honestly, having the wall between them was a blessing and a curse, it made it more exciting, but she found herself itching to touch more of him.

Oh but he was good, the tingling sensation across her scalp and fingers at his unsubtle wordplay left her chuckling, and maybe a little breathless.]

Then I'd better do a good job then, hadn't I?

[Grip a little harder, but not too tight, Aerith pressed a kiss to the tip of his member before sliding him back into her mouth. More confident now, she relaxed, taking him deeper with each bob of her head, until she managed to touch her lips to the back of her hand wrapped around his cock, the little hum she made was obvious that she was pleased with herself as she pulled back and then took him a little deeper. He was still intimidating, too big to fit all of him in her mouth, but she was definitely figuring out a proper rhythm in matching her strokes and how she sucked him.]

[He can't help but laugh as the other bats their eyelashes at him. How charming. Cute.

When Sylvain crowds his space, he doesn't move back, seemingly taking that forwardness head on. After all, he isn't one to back down.] Quite. Any surface works in the throes of it, don't you think? [A good implication that he's basically willing anywhere if given the chance. A little shameless? Absolutely.]

[Wriothesley returns every kiss with the same fervor and passion as the other gives, never growing tired of kissing the other or reciprocating whatever the other seeks from him.

There's a shudder that travels up his spine as the other talks. It's the thought of being revered so tenderly that has him thrown off just a little bit. He had told the other to speak and act freely, but such words would truly undo him. He has had plenty of action through his years. Some lovers here and there, but he couldn't say anyone who would go out of their way to say and do such things. After all, his partner's pleasure had always been more important than his own.] Such honeyed words. [He doesn't think of the other to be lying, but it feels almost like a trap.

He parts his mouth, tongue curling around the two digits for a moment.] Well, I was hoping I wouldn't have to. Perhaps it is presumptuous of me to think that this wouldn't be the only time. If you are worried though, it would be impossible not to think of you in passing.

[He says that before taking those fingers into his mouth completely. Lorenz can feel the tips of his fingers hit the back of his throat in one fell swoop.]

[It would be difficult for Lorenz not to notice the way that keeps happening - he says something like that and Wriothesley pauses, just a little, just for a moment. Lorenz likes to think of himself as in tune with how others are feeling (after he spent so much of his life being really bad at that, ahem), and so, ah; an endearing vulnerability? Well, he can't resist that. He only wants to say it again, now, to make it extra clear— Soon, soon.

He kisses him on the cheek instead with a low hum, plain lust mixed with this new affection. The sight of Wriothesley swallowing his fingers so eagerly, the wet heat of his mouth - a rush of pure wanting runs through him and he arches his back into their hands below, cock nearly aching for more.]

It needn't be the only time at all; I would enjoy seeing you again. [How else will he get those unraveling hours in! He presses gently with his fingers.] Still, there would be time to account for between then and now.

[Plenty of time to think about him, let his ego have this—

He draws his fingers out of Wriothesley's mouth once they're sufficiently wet enough, replacing them with kisses as he slips his hand down over the other man's hip, his ass, lower, slick fingers not yet pressing inside him. The intention is clear, but as he is a gentleman, Lorenz pauses first to ask:]

May I?

You'd prefer people to think that way, wouldn't you.

[ it's not a question, if only because she thinks she knows him enough by now to be able to tell the difference; just like she knows that neither of them are really fooling each other right now.

but that's part of the game they often play, their usual song and dance that they know the steps to. this is not entirely the same, but it all feels almost too easy in the way they meet each other in their current circumstance. maybe it's the fact that they've worked well together in the past, or perhaps it's mutual respect—either way, she isn't complaining. ]

Yes. I think I'm finished. [ she's quite certain that they've both lost interest in the food, preoccupied with something else entirely. she glances to the front of the bar where it's currently empty, the proprietress nowhere to be found. ] What about you?

[Wriothesley sucks on the two digits, not at all shy about making wet, slurping sounds as he does so. He runs his tongue over the two digits and curls around it as though it was something more than just fingers. There's a wicked smile on his lips as he thoroughly wets the fingers with his saliva, eager to please.]

You needn't worry. [He practically whispers it; his voice a purr.] I will think of you fondly when I'm alone in my bed. [His voice drops a little lower.] When I'm craving the warm touch of another.

[Ever so playful and shameless. And maybe he wants to rile the other up some. To imagine him curled up and touching himself to the thought of them.

Wriothesley licks his lips, lust obvious in half-lidded eyes. If he were honest, he had made some assumptions that he would be holding the reigns. Instead, he's pleasantly surprised at the other taking to heart in giving into their selfish desires. It was quite a turn on to see the other confident in wanting to take him.]

Make a mess out of me. Make me only think about you and only you.

[Lorenz hums again, almost saying something about how he wasn't worried, of course he doesn't doubt his own skills at being a memorable lover - but alright, yes, kind of, a little. A flush spreads up the back of his neck all the way up to his ears; he's not lacking in confidence for this, now, but casting aside one anxiety leaves space for the vague shape of another to try and form: is he, indeed, memorable.

So:] Be sure not to forget the honeyed words. [haha,] Picturing you in such a state, so thoroughly undone...

[It's a pleasant layer of imagination on top of the reality of how they are now. And he's taken his sweet time long enough, shifting his legs to spread Wriothesley's thighs a bit further apart and pushing both fingers inside him at once. He watches the other man's face as he presses in deeper, more quickly, to gauge just how much intensity will get the best response.

He'd be remiss not to give this moment his very best, after all. There's no opportunity more terrible to waste he can think of than a gorgeous man in his lap telling him to make a mess. It's dizzying in the best possible way, to think he could be allowed such audacity...

The thrusts of his fingers gain a bit more speed, digits curling briefly at their deepest spot.]

If I came upon you like that, the sight of you would leave me breathless. It would be my solemn duty to give you the pleasure you crave.

[In a perfect world where he wouldn't sputter and apologize a dozen times for interrupting, that is—that's not the point.]

[ That gets a soft laugh out of him. ]

I’m sure my little “pet” would believe otherwise.

[ By Rex Lapis’ juicy tits, don’t make him think of Changsheng in here of all places… ]

But for the moment, you may call me “Baizhu.”

[ Wriothesley may or may not recognize the name, but the inert Vision dangling from his hip at least marks him as a man of Teyvat. ]

[ He tries.

And as Sylvain is pretty shameless himself, he can fully appreciate that. Which the glint of impish pleasure in his gaze should probably indicate, right before he takes another step and backs Wriothesley towards the wall that had separated them only moments before. And kicking the door shut behind him, just in case. They can use that next, if there's a need. ]

That seems to be pretty true, in my experience. At least they provided us some of those, if not a convenient table. Nice lingerie, by the way. [ Yeah, he'd spotted that over there on his way in. Whether or not the man picked those out or someone else had, doesn't mean he might not tease him for it a bit. ]

Not at all. I'm assuming places like the United States or even North America are unfamiliar to you?

[Maybe he would've been more surprised by the idea of other planets and aliens and everything if he literally didn't just deal with them and lost his girlfriend because of them. Well, she became a cosmic space force, but still, that's rough buddy etc. At least Wriothesley is far better in comparison. Not trying to kill him automatically sort of puts him on the top of the list.

He has high standards, obviously.

But honestly, the other man's continual calm is something Scott can appreciate about him. Even when they read about Game 52 and everything, he's sort of just accepting it. Either he's an easygoing guy or he's been through a lot of crap himself. Maybe a little bit of both. He's not complaining, it's far easier to think when he doesn't have to worry about someone else panicking next to him. Granted, he was the one that panicked first between them, but moving on from that...]

Can't say that was on my bucket list, no. [He remarks just a little dryly, a hint of it reaching his voice. Scott leans back against the headrest, his shaded eyes focusing on the ceiling for a moment, although he continues to speak.] You're not bothered at all?

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