[Wriothesley's weak, sloppy attempts at responding actually stir Nanami's arousal again. His cock is too spent to answer that feeling with more than a slight twitch, but Nanami still litters Wriothesley's mouth and neck with small kisses when he gets his playful answer. It's a mixture of relief and possessive desire. The blond wraps his arms around Wriothesley and lifts him up in his arms, cradling his limp body with tender warmth as he shifts around to his side and lays his upper body across his knees.]

You can have whatever you want.

[He keeps one arm supporting Wriothesley as the other hand strokes over his soft cock and the wet opening of his ass, feeling the seed spilling down his legs.]

Don't try to move around. I'm going to clean you up.

[Placing another kiss on Wriothesley's forehead before gently lying them back down on the bed, resting their head on a pillow. Nanami climbs off the mattress and draws a warm bath, returning to scoop up his partner into his arms.]

You're going to have to stay for more than breakfast tomorrow.

[Nanami has an idea that Wriothesley won't even be awake that early.]

I hope you didn't have plans.