Lorenz is quiet for long moments, concentrated on getting his breathing under control, on finding some semblance of calm again. Gradually his hands move from holding Claude's wrists to sliding his fingers between Claude's, curling one hand to raise it enough to brush a kiss to his knuckles.

"I can't... think if you keep-" He shakes his head, burying his face into the crook of his neck for a moment. "Touching me."

Which feels so silly to admit somehow. That he's so tightly wound that such simple affectionate gestures are enough to drive him to such thorough distraction. In some ways it made him worry just how easy it would be to lose himself in something like this.