[ The thoroughness of the kiss is enough to do away with the very last of Keita's embarrassment, leaving him wholly consumed by nothing but desire. And it's a good thing, too, because in ordinary life he finds it quite difficult to admit to his sexual fantasies. Like this, though, when his whole body is ablaze and he's guided entirely by his needs and his emotions, Keita finds it much easier to lean forward and press his mouth to Wriothesley's neck, his jaw, to press his lips to his cheek and say, ]

I want you to finger me, and then I want your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me until I'm insensate with it.

[ Keita pulls back enough to look into Wriothesley's face, studying the lovely handsome lines of him, scars and all. He really is gorgeous to look at, and the sight of him is tempting enough that Keita gives in to the urge to lean in and kiss him again. ]

Will you do that for me?