[It's sweet, the kiss. If he's having his first kiss with a guy, his first real one, Scott's more than fine with this. Honestly lucky, even if there's some regret in his chest that he can't fully appreciate the other man's features through his red lens. But he doesn't think much more, easily stepping back until he's pressed against the wall, another light gasp breaking free. Feeling so enclosed, almost trapped, shouldn't be so hot, but... it is. Having another man's focus entirely on him is. Like he's really wanted.
His fingers entwine around the strands that his fingers grasped, feeling the soft texture, almost encouraging. Inviting for Wriothesley to continue. Despite the glasses, despite the stoicness he had earlier, Scott's more than expressive, his spine arching as he opens his mouth at the feel of his teeth against his lip, eager for this closeness and building heat between them. It's just a kiss, but it's contact and it feels so good.
Almost impatiently, he tugs a little at Wriothesley's head, because he doesn't want to stop. Even for a moment. Scott didn't know he could be like this, a little demanding and maybe a little whiny, but things to think about later. Or never. That sounds good.]
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His fingers entwine around the strands that his fingers grasped, feeling the soft texture, almost encouraging. Inviting for Wriothesley to continue. Despite the glasses, despite the stoicness he had earlier, Scott's more than expressive, his spine arching as he opens his mouth at the feel of his teeth against his lip, eager for this closeness and building heat between them. It's just a kiss, but it's contact and it feels so good.
Almost impatiently, he tugs a little at Wriothesley's head, because he doesn't want to stop. Even for a moment. Scott didn't know he could be like this, a little demanding and maybe a little whiny, but things to think about later. Or never. That sounds good.]