[Gladly acquiescing to Yoimiya's wants and needs, his kisses lead upward, leaving a line of soft pecks to her skin as his lips brush along her jawline. His hand glides across the inside of her thighs and groin, wiping away the remains of all the amazing sex they'd had the night before, something he won't ever forget for as long as he lives- and is even tempted now to pleasure her again, even if briefly. But he'll try to be a good boy for the moment.

Tartaglia hums happily back knowing that he's doing a good job here, and even happier still knowing that she loves it as much as he loves to give it to her, letting his free hand tug her a little tighter into him as he speaks softly into the shell of her ear.]

Thank you, I think I'd like that. Of the many privileges I enjoy as per the status of my station, being pampered like that isn't one of them.

[His entire upper body leans into hers, pressing his face against the side of her head as he closes his eyes imagining it.]

So you'll be the only person who's been able to touch me like this...ah, but I really wouldn't have it any other way.