Consider it a party trick. [He laughs a little, cool breath against the warming skin of Kizuna's abdomen.] You pick up things here and there.

[Which really does nothing to prepare Kizuna for anything Wriothesley does. The boxer carefully captures the zipper of his pants between his teeth and carefully unzips the other with just his mouth. Sometimes you learn to do things to definitely keep one's attention and he wants the empath to look, think, feel only him.

He tugs the article of clothing down so he can immediately run his tongue against Kizuna's clothed cock.] I'm greedy, remember? That's exactly what I want.