[The other is a far cry from how they were when they first met. From being suspicious and standoffish to being so wanting and desperate for more. He's more than happy to give the other as much as they want. To let them taste every part of his mouth.
The grip in Scott's hair tightens a bit. Not enough to hurt, but a firm, strong pressure there as he continues to kiss the other as though they were the very air one needed to keep themselves alive. Seven minutes is honestly a rather long time to be liplocked with someone, but hey, might as well take full advantage of every second of it.
Scott doesn't seem to stop him, so he takes that as allowance to keep touching. His hand wanders over their stomach and up their chest. Wriothesley's hands are scarred and calloused. It's not smooth after being worn from years of labor and fighting.]
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The grip in Scott's hair tightens a bit. Not enough to hurt, but a firm, strong pressure there as he continues to kiss the other as though they were the very air one needed to keep themselves alive. Seven minutes is honestly a rather long time to be liplocked with someone, but hey, might as well take full advantage of every second of it.
Scott doesn't seem to stop him, so he takes that as allowance to keep touching. His hand wanders over their stomach and up their chest. Wriothesley's hands are scarred and calloused. It's not smooth after being worn from years of labor and fighting.]