@AccoladesAffirm The hand on the arm of his chair grips tight.
"Ah, y-yes. Yes, very," they mumble, closing their eyes and simply allowing the iudex to do as he pleases.
@AccoladesAffirm /Acceptable/, he asks!
Wriothesley can hardly contain how good it makes him feel. The enflamed red of his cheeks simply can not grow any redder but their breath can catch in their throat the second they feel the other's warm breath over it.
@AccoladesAffirm driving Wriothesley mad in an instant. He pouts again, frowning as he speaks. Caught in a lie, caught dealing with /this/ at work... ugh.
"You're mean to me, you know that?" They mumble. "Talking to me like that because you know I'll let you."
@AccoladesAffirm His eyes are quick to follow the Iudex's, slowly crawling down his own body until--
"Shit," the duke groans and ignores the way that chuckle and the tapping of that cane ignited their heart rate. They quickly cross their legs once more, arms sure to follow, embarrassment nearly
@AccoladesAffirm "Part of me is curious about your motivations, Neuvillette," he mumbles, eyes intent to keep the other's gaze, fingers flexing against the arms of his chair.
@AccoladesAffirm There is no one else in this entire world that Wriothesley would allow to talk to him like this.
Only Neuvillette.
Still, the prideful part of them makes their jaw set, blood pumping.