[Hearing him only incentives Scott, knowing that he's responsible for such a loud noise, and he wants to create more of those sounds. Hear Wriotheseley pant and moan just as loudly as him. If his control is going to be ripped from him, he for sure wants to do the same. Pull him into this frenzy, even if he's the one that remains so wanton between them.
Scott continues to trail his fingers along Wriothesley's chest, never stopping for too long until he reaches one available nipple, his hand stilling at the sensitive point. Pressing against the nub with his thumb, just shy of being rough, before taking the flesh between dexterous fingers and gently pulling. It almost feels like he has the upper hand like this, even as the desperation continues to claw at him, but as Wriothesley settles his hand against his thigh, the muscle flexing underneath his hold, it slips away with another loud gasp, the heat in his crotch growing steadily. His want for him growing.]
Sorry for having manners--
[The retort's interrupted by a broken moan, his head eagerly tilting back to give the other man easier access to his neck and racing pulse. He had another comeback really, but it's lost as he grinds back against him, hips twitching at the feeling of his cock being rubbed against layers of robe. That needs to go away, like right now, his hand leaving Wriothesley's head to grab the loose knot keeping what little modesty he has, and almost yanking it open.]
And shut up. [And with more confidence than he actually has--] Planning on doing anything about it?
[How did kissing becoming this?? Oh, right, when Scott became horny from a fucking kiss. But if Wriothesley really wants to stop at any point, he'll be fine with it. This has gotten a little out of hand and while he wants to still stroke those hardened muscles, tease the other man while letting himself get taken apart by another, he's not going to push his needs.]
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Scott continues to trail his fingers along Wriothesley's chest, never stopping for too long until he reaches one available nipple, his hand stilling at the sensitive point. Pressing against the nub with his thumb, just shy of being rough, before taking the flesh between dexterous fingers and gently pulling. It almost feels like he has the upper hand like this, even as the desperation continues to claw at him, but as Wriothesley settles his hand against his thigh, the muscle flexing underneath his hold, it slips away with another loud gasp, the heat in his crotch growing steadily. His want for him growing.]
Sorry for having manners--
[The retort's interrupted by a broken moan, his head eagerly tilting back to give the other man easier access to his neck and racing pulse. He had another comeback really, but it's lost as he grinds back against him, hips twitching at the feeling of his cock being rubbed against layers of robe. That needs to go away, like right now, his hand leaving Wriothesley's head to grab the loose knot keeping what little modesty he has, and almost yanking it open.]
And shut up. [And with more confidence than he actually has--] Planning on doing anything about it?
[How did kissing becoming this?? Oh, right, when Scott became horny from a fucking kiss. But if Wriothesley really wants to stop at any point, he'll be fine with it. This has gotten a little out of hand and while he wants to still stroke those hardened muscles, tease the other man while letting himself get taken apart by another, he's not going to push his needs.]