It's mine. It's my fault. [He easily owns up to it, not at all ashamed by how he doesn't resist spoiling his lover. He can't resist it. The man's smile, their happiness, the brilliance that warms even the harshest ice. No matter what, he'll always be weak to giving Kizuna what they want. They can bat their eyelashes and he'd bend over backwards.] And you know I won't ever stop doing so.

[The usual chill that lingers on Wriothesley's skin is replaced with something more heated. Even after bringing themselves back upright, he keeps Kizuna pressed close. Excitement thrums in his veins and Kizuna's words do nothing but bring exhilaration.

He sucks in a breath before exhaling.] When you say it like that, it makes it hard to keep my thoughts innocent. [A lick of his lips.] And I don't think I have the patience to get back to our suites...