[He certainly appreciates the other man's refusal to put a shirt on earlier. Catching glimpses of those hardened muscles and now feeling them press against his own sends a spark down his spine, his pulse racing from feeling someone so strong against him. Someone so sturdy. Someone alive.
A noise of appreciation sounds from Scott, incomprehensible, but still full of want.
With his earlier hesitation completely evaporated, the remains of it tossed elsewhere, he eagerly presses his tongue against Wriothesley's, tasting him and desperately trying to commit it to memory. This may be a one time thing, but Scott can't stop himself entirely from feeling something still, because first kiss. And its better than he'd ever imagined, the rush of it all reddening his cheeks even further. He almost feels overwhelmed already, but he doesn't want to slow down, playfully swiping his tongue against the other man's before he starts exploring his mouth, tasting more of him and taking what he wants. And he wants him, at least right now, a realization that both twists his heart and makes Scott gasp in the depths of his mouth. He never thought he'd just kiss the first guy he met here, but...
No thinking, Summers. At least the other man's wandering hand helps, the warmth of his palm resting against the muscles of his abdomen doing wonders. Pebbles raise on his skin, visibly shivering from just that innocent touch. Not as innocently, he can feel the stirrings of his arousal, blood traveling south, and Scott bucks against him while thrusting his tongue deep into his mouth, asking for more.
Look he is wearing the 'I'm in my slut era' shirt--]
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A noise of appreciation sounds from Scott, incomprehensible, but still full of want.
With his earlier hesitation completely evaporated, the remains of it tossed elsewhere, he eagerly presses his tongue against Wriothesley's, tasting him and desperately trying to commit it to memory. This may be a one time thing, but Scott can't stop himself entirely from feeling something still, because first kiss. And its better than he'd ever imagined, the rush of it all reddening his cheeks even further. He almost feels overwhelmed already, but he doesn't want to slow down, playfully swiping his tongue against the other man's before he starts exploring his mouth, tasting more of him and taking what he wants. And he wants him, at least right now, a realization that both twists his heart and makes Scott gasp in the depths of his mouth. He never thought he'd just kiss the first guy he met here, but...
No thinking, Summers. At least the other man's wandering hand helps, the warmth of his palm resting against the muscles of his abdomen doing wonders. Pebbles raise on his skin, visibly shivering from just that innocent touch. Not as innocently, he can feel the stirrings of his arousal, blood traveling south, and Scott bucks against him while thrusting his tongue deep into his mouth, asking for more.
Look he is wearing the 'I'm in my slut era' shirt--]