[He expected the teasing retort, although not with such a seductive voice. Nanami would like to say being addressed like that doesn't immediately stoke his arousal, but it's embarrassingly obvious when he has to close his fist around his own cock and draw in a tight breath through his teeth just to keep from coming on the spot. A few slow, deliberate breaths after and he opens his hand again, but he's pretty much glaring at Wriothesley through his struggling concentration.
Out of words, or out of any patience for them, Nanami reaches forward and retrieves the tube he tossed to the boxer. He applies it with a quick, messy handful of strokes that lack grace but get the job done, and then instead of waiting or saying anything about it, he drops the tube in favor of grabbing Wriothesley by the waist and hauling him forward with the same impatient force so that he's pulling the boxer up and over where he's kneeling. Then he finally speaks.]
Try to stay up.
[He takes hold of the boxer's ass, hands cupping either cheek as he pulls him down, guiding him down and thrusting between the muscles where they part.]
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Out of words, or out of any patience for them, Nanami reaches forward and retrieves the tube he tossed to the boxer. He applies it with a quick, messy handful of strokes that lack grace but get the job done, and then instead of waiting or saying anything about it, he drops the tube in favor of grabbing Wriothesley by the waist and hauling him forward with the same impatient force so that he's pulling the boxer up and over where he's kneeling. Then he finally speaks.]
Try to stay up.
[He takes hold of the boxer's ass, hands cupping either cheek as he pulls him down, guiding him down and thrusting between the muscles where they part.]