[Is this what he wanted, to have a handsome man tell him yes, go ahead, go on at every opportunity, to be so eager in turn to touch him, to kiss him hard enough to make him melt? He's wanted plenty of things in the last handful of minutes, breath catching on soft gasp as Wriothesley's hands roam further. He's mostly hard, pressing his hips forward for any kind of friction, hands or hips just as well.

With a breathy laugh he says,] Since you took your first roll of the dice, yes, a dozen times yes.

[What can he say, he's a sucker for a gorgeous face and a heroic rescue; Wriothesley being patient and kind and built like a work of art are all bonuses. Bolder, though, how to be bolder... He's not sure he knows how to be bolder on command, mmm,]

Perhaps I should take another chance on those dice, myself. [Haha, no. Maybe. No, definitely not, this is a joke. No more dice.

Sliding one hand up to curl into Wriothesley's hair and keep him there doing that very compelling thing with his teeth, Lorenz slips his other hand between them, nimbly slipping past undergarments to wrap his fingers around the length of his cock and stroke him slowly. He's reveling a bit in being able to do this at all, the plain delight of intimacy. He may be bold in smaller steps than Wriothesley is used to, it seems - but the desire is there, clear as day.

.......And okay one more bit about the dice,] That silly game seems rather, mm- inadequate, now.