Wriothesley's smile is lazy while he can practically feel the way Neuvilette's eyes roam across his body. Insatiable, indeed. He thinks with a small quirk of his lips, though he's not complaining. There's nothing he wants more than to finally give into the raw attraction between them. The culmination of it all feeling almost too good to be true. A part of him wanted to run away, question everything, practically persuade Neuvilette against even involving himself with him, but... when Neuvilette's mesmerizing lilac gaze found his own and their lips found each other's in a kiss that rivaled the urging rush of a waterfall... all of that seemed to have gone out the window.

Watching him begin to move, Wriothesley's hand rested lightly at the small of the dragon's back, kissing him in a gentle exchange as though they'd been lovers for centuries.

"It doesn't," the Duke agrees lazily, "I was kinda counting on doing it all over again." He admits with a not so subtle look roaming across Neuvilette's body as he moves away, already feeling that hunger for him starting to build once more. His body was perfect, it was partly why he wanted to mark it, make sure those marks left behind were practically imprinted upon him. Wriothesley's own body was torn with scars, muscular, broad and not at all pristine.

Wriothesley grins before getting up to change the sheets as promised, making quick work of it before heading to the bathroom as well. Ateam already filled the room, the sound of running water hitting skin as Neuvilette's white and blue streaked, wet hair comes into view first. He moves up behind him slowly, calloused fingertips brushing against Neuvilette's hips as he brushes his lips along the curve of his shoulder in a soft kiss. "You're a sight for sore eyes," he admits softly against him, already feeling like he'd missed him in just the few moments they'd spent apart. Strange, that.