Oh~ Gallant. I haven't been called that before I think. [Wriothesley sounds pleased and maybe he is preening a bit over the compliments. The praises leave him with a warm feeling in the pit of his stomach and Lorenz doesn't seem to skimp on showering him with praise either. The other has been very vocal if anything.

Lorenz' attempts to give the dice as little credit as possible is certainly amusing to him. He chuckles against the smooth skin in front of him before sinking his teeth down again before sucking at the spot he just bit. Lorenz seemed to enjoy the first bite so who is he to deny leaving more?

Wriothesley is noisy. Either he just doesn't know how to shut up or is purposely noisy to encourage and rile Lorenz up. He lets out breathy moans and whispers for more. He presses closer to the other and tries to grind against them for more of that sweet friction as he leaves more and more bites and hickeys for the other to admire in the mirror later. So that he can admire them later.] Sorry. [He isn't sorry. Not when he's dragging enamel over the skin of one of Lorenz' shoulder.]

You could say that I like seeing my work after everything is done and said. [A little possessive. He knows they aren't dating or anything, but he can still appreciate knowing the other would be walking around with bruises he left for days to come.]