[He tosses his shirt off to the side once it had been fully unbuttoned. Wriothesley is someone who trains everyday to make sure he's never rusty. Broad shoulders and a strong chest into a tapered waist. There's countless scars from countless years of fighting, the three large ones on his throat fully on display. He cocks his head with a confident grin.]

Certain? I'm sitting on your lap. [He emphasizes this by grinding his hips down into Lorenz' lap.] Aren't moments like these when you should be the most selfish? Wanting to act on desires and whims.

[He leans forward so their mouths are just moments apart from a kiss.] Am I not a very willing participant right now?