[Wriothesley has a devilish grin on his face as he looks up from where he's kneeling. Despite the boxer being on his knees with his face only centimeters from Scott's erection, who really was the one who had all the power right now? He blows some hot air against the sensitive member.]

It's just a physical reaction, after all. But, well, I don't think you want to be walking around with barely any clothes on and with an erection. I know we're being roped into a game where we need to fuck each other, but best not be so indecent. [He speaks so matter-of-factly, like he clearly need to help the man from certain public embarrassment.

He won't tease the other too much more with his words. Instead, he keeps his mouth busy finally offering the other a taste of pleasure. He mouths at Scott's balls before licking a stripe starting at the base of them and slowly running his tongue all the way up the length. He firmly grasps the cock in front of him in one hand as he presses kisses up the side and then at the tip.

He was practically worshipping Scott's cock without an ounce of shame in his actions.]