[Wriothesley can easily get lost in the slide of their bodies together. Appreciate the sweet pleasure as they rock against each other, the movement more languid than hurried. He's used to quick and hot and moving on, but there's something nice about being able to enjoy his time and the moment with the other.

He laughs though as he feels the way the other squeezes round cheeks, the sound muffled between their lips.] I didn't realize how handsy you really were.

[Well, that's fine. They might as well enjoy themselves and make a little mess in the bath before they move on. After all, the night was young and there was a lot of preparation involved. Plenty of time to rile each other up again. Pinocchio was obviously very new to it all that some healthy exploration will go far. It's why he doesn't try and cut this short, wrapping fingers around both their cocks so he can stroke them together, the friction making him moan in delight.] Pleasure looks good on you. [He presses kisses down Pinocchio's jaw and neck.] I like seeing you enjoy yourself like this.