[Scott will never admit it, but he's completely forgotten about the whole 'kiss for seven minutes' thing. He doesn't think he can be completely blamed, however, not when he's a little distracted taking in the other man's air, exploring the deep recesses of Wriothesley's mouth, with the only thing really left on his mind is how nice this feels, and how good it is to be touched again. He didn't realize how much he craved physical contact until now.
Scott just hopes he gives as good as he gets-- he wants to. He has to. It's not just about him and even if they don't know each other at all, he'd hate to leave the other man unsatisfied. As if drawing from that, his other hand slips under the other's robe and starts running down Wriothesley's chest, tracing his skin in a movement that's a little less frenzied than his kiss, appreciating the hard but lean muscle underneath his sensitive fingertips. Fuck, that's nice.
He only pulls his mouth back just to finally get some air, but he even struggles with that, a new thrill shooting through him as Wriothesley continues exploring his body. The touch is different from anything he's felt before, the callouses nearly rough against his mostly smooth skin, but it doesn't dampen his heat for the other man. Quite the opposite, as one flexible leg lifts up to wrap around the taller man's waist, the robe slipping back to reveal lean muscle and pale skin, tugging him just a bit closer to him. Luckily, the wall's there to help him keep balance, because all he cares is pulling Wriothesley as close to him as possible, his hand tightly gripping his hair.]
You're good, right?
[Which feels almost silly to ask now of all times, but Scott wants to be sure. Also, it's clear he's definitely forgotten that this is supposed to be just kissing but.]
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Scott just hopes he gives as good as he gets-- he wants to. He has to. It's not just about him and even if they don't know each other at all, he'd hate to leave the other man unsatisfied. As if drawing from that, his other hand slips under the other's robe and starts running down Wriothesley's chest, tracing his skin in a movement that's a little less frenzied than his kiss, appreciating the hard but lean muscle underneath his sensitive fingertips. Fuck, that's nice.
He only pulls his mouth back just to finally get some air, but he even struggles with that, a new thrill shooting through him as Wriothesley continues exploring his body. The touch is different from anything he's felt before, the callouses nearly rough against his mostly smooth skin, but it doesn't dampen his heat for the other man. Quite the opposite, as one flexible leg lifts up to wrap around the taller man's waist, the robe slipping back to reveal lean muscle and pale skin, tugging him just a bit closer to him. Luckily, the wall's there to help him keep balance, because all he cares is pulling Wriothesley as close to him as possible, his hand tightly gripping his hair.]
You're good, right?
[Which feels almost silly to ask now of all times, but Scott wants to be sure. Also, it's clear he's definitely forgotten that this is supposed to be just kissing but.]