[A bark of laughter that devolves into a groan as he ruts against Sylvain's thigh and into their hand. Honestly, Wriothesley is barely coherent, still half asleep. He was just blabbing a bit while the two of them moved together.]

I thought we'd just have ah nice conversation while we wake up. [His voice is tinged with amusement as he feels the lazy build up of pleasure in the pit of his stomach. The way that, despite their languid movements, he was feeling that need to come grow and grow with every stroke of Sylvain's hand.

He leaves a few bites and sucks on the skin of Sylvain's neck and shoulder as he strokes the other, wanting to bring them closer to completion.] I'll probably forget this by the time I really wake up anyways. [A gentle chuckle, cool breath against the redhead's skin.]