[He laughs a little as he gets off lap.] Trésor... It no longer is a choice.[Wriothesley bends over to press kisses from Kizuna's stomach and traveling up to their chest as he slowly pushes the hem of the empath's shirt higher and higher.]

I feel like I warned you well about riling me up. [He grazes his teeth over one of theose pert nipples before sinking his teeth down on Kizuna's chest, intent to leave more marks.] I hope you had no plans for the rest of the day.

[He tilts his head, the steel blues almost completely blacked out and a dangerous grin on his lips.]