[His hips jerk feeling that warm breath against him, body not so subtly twitching forward as if asking Wriothesley for more, demanding more of his attention. The other man's so close to where he wants him and Scott barely stops himself from throwing the remaining scraps of his dignity away by begging him to continue.]
I could always jerk myself off. [He manages, already slightly out of breath, but fully hoping that his words don't actually change his mind. Scott for sure doesn't want Wriothesley to stop now, but the stupid stubborn part of him feels like he has to point that out. There's a second option, one that may lead to him being less compromised, less guilt-ridden and...
Thoughts fall away at the first press of Wriothesley's mouth against his balls, head tilted back as a loud moan, completely uninhibited, breaks from the base of his throat. There's absolutely no way no one heard that from outside, but Scott doesn't care right now, hands curling against the wall as that talented tongue trails up his cock, the slick fully appreciated and wanted against the heat of his pulsing erection. God, that feels so good-- Wriothesley feels so good.]
Wriothesley... ah! That's...
[He wanted to say more, but it's a little hard right now. Scott manages to pull his head back, suddenly wanting to see the other man, and watching down with flushed cheeks as he takes his wanton dick in hand, the rough callouses making him shiver. Everything feels so much again, seeing him kiss his fully erect cock, those lips he kissed earlier pressed against sensitive flesh.
It's almost filthy how much Wriothesley seems to enjoy it too. A bead of precum pushes past his tip just watching him, and Scott has to close his teeth around bitten lips to stop another loud groan. He doesn't want to beg him...]
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I could always jerk myself off. [He manages, already slightly out of breath, but fully hoping that his words don't actually change his mind. Scott for sure doesn't want Wriothesley to stop now, but the stupid stubborn part of him feels like he has to point that out. There's a second option, one that may lead to him being less compromised, less guilt-ridden and...
Thoughts fall away at the first press of Wriothesley's mouth against his balls, head tilted back as a loud moan, completely uninhibited, breaks from the base of his throat. There's absolutely no way no one heard that from outside, but Scott doesn't care right now, hands curling against the wall as that talented tongue trails up his cock, the slick fully appreciated and wanted against the heat of his pulsing erection. God, that feels so good-- Wriothesley feels so good.]
Wriothesley... ah! That's...
[He wanted to say more, but it's a little hard right now. Scott manages to pull his head back, suddenly wanting to see the other man, and watching down with flushed cheeks as he takes his wanton dick in hand, the rough callouses making him shiver. Everything feels so much again, seeing him kiss his fully erect cock, those lips he kissed earlier pressed against sensitive flesh.
It's almost filthy how much Wriothesley seems to enjoy it too. A bead of precum pushes past his tip just watching him, and Scott has to close his teeth around bitten lips to stop another loud groan. He doesn't want to beg him...]