[Ah, and if Fenris looked at him like that all the time, they would never get anything done— Lorenz leans up to kiss him first, hard and heedless of Sanguis teeth, tongue running over the corner of his mouth as he drops back down to the mattress. He ought to just write a dirty limerick at this point, huh, but that wouldn't pack the same punch—]

You are quite the glutton, my dear. Go on— you're welcome to indulge.

[He tilts his head pointedly in invitation; come here, babe, do your thing. It will take him a moment to put the house-christening fantasy to words anyway, slipping fingertips up one inner thigh in the meantime. Mm, so—]

In the sitting room on the sofa, over the back or on the cushions— either will do. In the kitchen I will cook you anything you like [important!] and have you on the counter, where you are already so fond of climbing. And in here, then in the shower, we will rigorously test how long I can lift you up, indeed.

[The precise details can come later, and he'll get to the Blue Rooms in a minute, but first:]

I want to see you so happy and so satisfied that you can hardly stand it. And to see you tremble with it, to come undone just enough— just for me. [His voice drops steadily quieter as he speaks, private, for Fenris and no one else; when he squeezes his thigh now it's as much tenderness as desire. He'll make a whole weekend of it, the weekend of spoiling his boyfriend rotten, and it will be very poetic.] I'll show you just how much I truly love you, Fenris.

[You know— in case a very physical reminder would be nice. The emotions mixed in quite a bit with the raw lust there, but ah, yes:]

And— as the other rooms are to be your domain, I thought it would be nice to let you pick. You do enjoy bossing me around.