[Wriothesley can't help but the noise in the back of his throat; surprised when the other takes a moment to catch their breath only to pull him back into a heated kiss. He won't complain and he quickly melts back into it.

He instinctively tugs the other closer, relishing the warmth of another flushed against him.

The boxer lets out a breathless laugh.] Is that so... [A few fingers trail up Lorenz's arm until he rests his hand on their shoulder. He tilts his head as he glances at the abandoned dice before looking at the other.] Then let's say we stop playing around with the dice. There's no need to keep rolling them when it seems we both know what we want going forward.

[Of course, he could be reading it all wrong and about to make himself look like a fool.]