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"We have all night. There's no need to rush."
"Is the door locked?"
"I've made sure of it, Monsieur."
Neuvillette's hand clutched Wriothesley's shoulder, his other hand ventures elsewhere, followed by a soft 'Oh'.
"You feel..."
"How do I feel?" Wriothesley arches up his face, kissing Neuvillette's mouth, chasing the words out of those parting lips. There is the tiniest bit of a frown on Neuvillette's face that is kissed away.
"You feel lovely," Neuvillette slowly and uncertainly says.
"Just lovely?" Wriothesley laughs but lets Neuvillette have his curious way with him. Heat inches up his spine and he grips his hand around Neuvillette's waist. He thinks asking for another adjective about his 'lovely parts' would likely be too illicit a request at this point.
Or even certainly acting like a silly bashful schoolboy falling in love for the first time.
"Lets just stay like this for a while, Monsieur." The Duke finally says with much conviction and restrain.
Wriothesley kisses Neuvillette's mouth again, half-wondering if his pants might split at this point as Neuvillette explores.
This will be quite a long evening. Wriothesley sighs internally. But that's fine for he has brewed a large pot of very good tea for tonight.