[ What is worrisome about the way Wolfram is thinking is that not only he doesn't mind been seen, he also wants to be caught. Imagine the thrill they would feel. The mere thought of the rush of being caught in the act send shivers through him. His hand squeeze they flesh they're holding as he is lost in his little fantasy but then the movement of the other's legs help him snap back to reality. And, damn, that invitation is one he will not waste so he tries his best to hurry up.
It's difficult undoing pants with one hand and opening a bottle of liquid chocolate with the other but eventually he manages it. Now, all he has to do is twist the cap of the bottle and turn it upside down so brown liquid spills, leaving a little trail along the other's length— a trail he hurries to leisurely clean with his tongue. ]