[His cheeks fluster just lightly, not quite matching the colors of his shades, but any further protest or sass is immediately cut off, as they finally close that little remaining distance. A small groan breaks from the center of Scott's chest and there's something just a tad desperate, a bit clingy, as he firmly presses his mouth against the other. A passing thought goes through his head about closing his eyes, maybe imagining that he's kissing his dead girlfriend, but Scott keeps them firmly open, a hand trailing to the back of Wriothesley's hair to grip it almost tightly.
This isn't anything like kissing Jean, and that's probably a good thing. What they shared will always be important, and... and he's not going to think about that right now.
What did Wrio say before they kissed? Just enjoy it. That's great advice.]
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[His cheeks fluster just lightly, not quite matching the colors of his shades, but any further protest or sass is immediately cut off, as they finally close that little remaining distance. A small groan breaks from the center of Scott's chest and there's something just a tad desperate, a bit clingy, as he firmly presses his mouth against the other. A passing thought goes through his head about closing his eyes, maybe imagining that he's kissing his dead girlfriend, but Scott keeps them firmly open, a hand trailing to the back of Wriothesley's hair to grip it almost tightly.
This isn't anything like kissing Jean, and that's probably a good thing. What they shared will always be important, and... and he's not going to think about that right now.
What did Wrio say before they kissed? Just enjoy it. That's great advice.]