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[ The hot splash of Wriothesley's come inside him is deeply gratifying to some animal part of Keita, a sense of being claimed, being marked. He squirms a little, pushing himself back to take the full length of Wriothesley's cock, and feels himself so close to orgasm that it's almost a physical ache between his thighs; Keita reaches down to stroke himself, quick and purposeful, once, twice before he comes again with a cry, his body seizing up around Wriothesley's length before he shivers into the pleasant, sticky aftermath.

Hanging his head between his shoulders, Keita pants softly for air, the sound of his breathing mixed with the gentle slosh of water and the similar metronome of Wriothesley catching his breath too. It's a strange medley, but Keita finds that he likes it, and before long he feels that he's gathered a bit more of himself. There's still a tell-tale heat low in the core of him, but it no longer feels as pressing as it had when he'd messaged Wriothesley however long ago. ]

You're really... more impressive than I knew, [ Keita says as he lifts himself up from Wriothesley's cock. ] Thank you—sincerely. I needed that.

[Keita's words earn a breathless laugh from the boxer. Somehow, the earnestness in Keita thanking him to fuck him back to their senses was just amusing. He takes it in stride, moving off Keita, but not without dragging the smaller man back into the water with him.

There's a pleased sigh as he settles back into the water.]

I don't think I've ever been thanked for being really good in bed, but you're welcome. [He raises his arms to stretch, the pleasant ache in his body satisfying.] You're feeling better than? Who would have thought that you could become so shameless. I'm glad I could see it happen.

[ Keita isn't expecting to be tugged by his waist back into the water with Wriothesley, but he isn't unhappy with the turn of events either, and he goes easily to settle either in Wriothesley's lap or at his side against the stone wall of the pool. It's probably for the best—they'll both need to clean up a bit, and the pool water seems well-filtered. ]

Really? [ Is it weird to do that? But Keita is genuinely thankful. ] Well, I'm happy to be the first, then. You are very good in... bed, so to speak.

[ Or grotto. Whatever. The mention of his shamelessness makes the back of Keita's neck heat up, and he halfheartedly splashes some water at Wriothesley's chest. ]

I can't be held responsible for what I said or did ten minutes ago. That was another man entirely.

[Wriothesley happily settles the man into his lap, running fingers through damp locks of hair, only barking out a laugh when Keita splashes water at him. Laughter echoes against the walls and he even gives the other a playful peck on the lips.]

Oh? Does that mean the other man isn't in this room anymore? A shame, really. [He lets out a hum.]

It's fine you know. I like the you that enjoys tinkering and clockwork and I also like the you that enjoys sex. They're both you, are they not? Or are you embarrassed for wanting sex so shamelessly? I assure you that I cannot judge you at all. [Man who has slept around plenty enough.]

It seems you're doing a lot better though, I'm glad. Also I appreciate the shining review. I think it'd be more embarrassing if the sex was sub par.

If the sex was bad, I'm far too polite to tell you to your face, [ Keita says primly, although there's a sparkle of amusement in his gaze that suggests he doesn't wholly mean the prissy tone he's taking. And indeed, after a moment he relaxes slightly back against Wriothesley's chest, enjoying the warmth of the moment. ] It's not that I'm... embarrassed. Or, I don't know—I suppose I am. A relic of my upbringing, one could say.

[ Between the fact of having been raised the son of a samurai clan, ostensibly at least, and then becoming a baron at a relatively young age, Keita had been exposed to a great number of expectations regarding his behavior and conduct. Becoming intimately involved with another man would have been an unforgiveable sin to the Duke of Choshu, for whom Keita had always been a source of disgrace.

Idly, Keita splashes some more water over Wriothesley's arms and chest, not for retribution this time but to actually wet him down for bathing. ]

I would like to think I'm learning, though. The more I do this.

Hah. Well, not to toot my own horn, but I wouldn't believe you anyways. [Wriothesley wouldn't say he has an ego, but he knows he isn't bad in bed. But Keita saying he sucks in bed would be very funny. The man was very polite, so he'd love to hear the other insult him. Even in jest.] I don't think you're the only one. Intimacy can make one shy. Casual intimacy? Even more.

[He cards his fingers through Keita's hair with a gentle smile.]

I'm sure you are. I imagine that it's a lot harder for you to proposition for sex than it is for me, but it ended well, no? Well, the house truly gave you a run for your money, didn't it? Though, you're always free to seek me out for help. In bed or not.

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