[ this birthday boy business is going straight to his head(s). the hands in his hair tug gently, admiring the way he's being looked at. it takes him a moment to evaluate, to think, soaking it all up before he carefully sets his foot down and nudges himself closer. his other hand just touches wriothesley's chin, beneath it, a soft stroke. ]

'Kay... [ warm and sultry, he lets his fingers trail away. ] Then I want you to kiss me like you really mean it. After that... get naked for me and roll over on the bed. I want a good look at you.

[ there's a warm curl of satisfaction in his belly as he finally lets go of wriothesley's hair and takes a careful, small step back. he's... practically naked now, letting the bathing suit fall off of where it's puddled around his ankle. ]