[Wriothesley's hands don't idle. They glide over Kizuna's sides and down their arms. Fingers dance across the empath's lean abdomen before trailing up to pinch at their nipples and toy with the hardened nubs on pale chest. It's as though Wriothesley wants to drown the other in every sensation possible. To let the waves of pleasure wash over them and let him fall into the lull as it crashes over their body. He does not aim to act like a siren's song and drag the other to their demise, but to feed them until every part of their body knows what it's like to be treated so reverently.]

Nothing is too hard for you, sweetheart. [Wriothesley has always been focused on the pleasure of his partners and if pushing his concentration just a bit to blow Kizuna's mind, then it is a small price to pray if one can even call it that.] I want you to feel everything a body can enjoy...

[And he knows that Kizuna is quickly teetering towards the edge. Every sweet caress and every slide of his length against their prostate has them tumbling closer. The tightening of muscles and clench of their body makes the slide even more delectable, but it tells him that the won't be able to hold onto their growing climax.

It's what he wants though. To see Kizuna to spill their seed. To see them at the height of their ecstasy. There's nothing more rewarding than to see the other lost in pleasure.]

Won't you come for me, sweetheart?