[Wriothesley might be teasing him, but he isn't wrong about Nanami. It's been so long since he was able to really satisfy that animal instinct or even just openly allow himself to spend the night with someone that now he can't seem to get enough of his partner. Even spent, his urges are in high drive, wanting to nuzzle and nip at Wriothesley just to hear more of their aroused noises until they are both recovered enough to go again. There's even a hungry, restrained part of his brain that wants to make Wriothesley his mate. Nanami knows better than to ask that sort of commitment from someone who barely knows him, but the feeling of being inside him, deeply and completely, and drowning in their mingled scents has the canine side of his brain already thinking of Wriothesley as his.
Instead of making ridiculous claims, Nanami satisfies that instinct by letting Wriothesley rest in the hot bath. He massages his shoulders, leaning over the side of the tub protectively as he sits on a stool and starts wiping Wriothesley's arm with a cloth and body wash, tenderly working over his body one part at a time.]
You can sleep if you want to. I'll do the work.
[It isn't because he feels Wriothesley is weaker than him. On the contrary, Nanami is drawn to the boxer's endurance and ability to match his own strength so well. It's already making him restless again, aching to lose himself to Wriothesley calling his name. He's intentionally taking his name by spoiling him, trying to focus his attention on something other than his own groin, but he can't stop his tail from waving every time Wriothesley gives him a delicious sigh of contentment.]
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Instead of making ridiculous claims, Nanami satisfies that instinct by letting Wriothesley rest in the hot bath. He massages his shoulders, leaning over the side of the tub protectively as he sits on a stool and starts wiping Wriothesley's arm with a cloth and body wash, tenderly working over his body one part at a time.]
You can sleep if you want to. I'll do the work.
[It isn't because he feels Wriothesley is weaker than him. On the contrary, Nanami is drawn to the boxer's endurance and ability to match his own strength so well. It's already making him restless again, aching to lose himself to Wriothesley calling his name. He's intentionally taking his name by spoiling him, trying to focus his attention on something other than his own groin, but he can't stop his tail from waving every time Wriothesley gives him a delicious sigh of contentment.]
When you feel up to it, I'll feed you.