[He presses kisses to Kizuna's neck, sucking on the skin to leave new marks for the other. There's no way the empath was going to leave the next morning without being littered in countless marks. Wriothesley can't help himself.] You know I'll forgive everytime. [He's so weak for them after all.]

Hah. Darling, you know I'm about going to make a mess of you, don't you? [He flips the other onto their stomach before pressing his chest against Kizuna's back, cool breath against their neck as he nuzzles against it. The grind of hips and the press of something hard sliding against the other's cheeks.] Hold onto that for me in the meantime, alright?

[He presses a kiss to Kizuna's neck.] I'm prepared to spend my entire day with you.