Mm, Would you be satisfied with just that though? When you can get, hmm, a helping hand? [Or mouth. Don't worry though. Wriothesley wasn't going to blue ball the guy. That would be unnecessarily cruel and maybe he can feel that the other needs some attention in some way. He can't quite put his finger on what exactly, but he knows that the man might need this. It isn't shameful to need some physical intimacy and he didn't mind giving it.

He runs his tongue up the side before reaching the head.] Don't stiffen your sounds for me, sweetheart. I want to hear how good you're feeling. [He laps up that bit of precum before swirling his tongue over the head of Scott's cock before taking it into his mouth and sucking.

Wriothesley was playing Scott like a fiddle. And he was enjoying every moment of it.]