[All of the teasing he's endured up to this point has chased off any reasonable thought Nanami had left. He might be able to keep his feet through the aching arousal and sound calm, but any other time he wouldn't dream of losing his careful distance between people for the sake of want and affection. In his quiet way, he's already dazed. The hands rubbing warm pleasure over his head and the bruises covering his neck and shoulders have his entire body humming with sensations and the craving for more. If he seems focused, it's an illusion built around muscle memory and sheer will, with Nanami's thoughts as dominated by Wriothesley's commands as his instincts push him to dominate. His partner tells him he's good, that he wants it, and Nanami believes those words without any doubt. He wants to be good.

He lets Wriothesley pull him down, kissing him on the way and then letting his head tip forward to angle his mouth under the boxer's jaw. He bites down, gently, threatening, but follows that up by sucking and licking over the spot almost apologetically as he kisses his neck and chest. His clawed fingers drag down Wriothesley's side, the tips of a few catching lightly on his ribs and the dip of muscle definition as he makes his way to the boxer's thighs, edges gracing the soft inside skin before he wraps his hand around Wriothesley's balls and strokes him, still leaving wet, ragged breaths as he teases one of the boxer's nipples with his tongue.]

I decline. If I do my worst, you won't stay conscious as long, and I need you to be present for me.

[Present so he can hear Wriothesley's pleasure as he feels him. Nanami rubs one more circle over the boxer's crotch before he shifts his weight to spread the muscular legs to either side, drawing his claws up and down in a slow rhythm.]

You didn't think you could get off quickly, did you? After distracting me for so long?