[He chuckles at the way the smaller man clings to him, delirious from the pleasure as Wriothesley strokes the other's hard length. He starts a steady pace, calloused fingers sliding up and down the entire shaft, thumb teasing the slit on the head of Keita's cock as he moves his hand.]

How can I stop when you're being so sweet. [He wouldn't want to stop in the first place. Keita always holds himself in such a professional and polite manner, that there was something quite addicting seeing that fall away to something so much more wanton and needy.

Peeling back those layers and stripping Keita to his most bare was a delectable sight.]

Tell me what you want. More? less? Or is this not enough for you? [Wriothesley's voice comes out in a purr, spoken quietly to the other.] I'll give you whatever you want. You need just ask.