[No, he wouldn't be satisfied, but luckily, he didn't need to air out such an admittance. It was probably obvious anyway, with how his body's been reacting to Wriothesley's every touch. The thought of being so blatantly desperate burns his cheeks, but that feeling does nothing for making him want to actually stop.]
You really are obscene. [Scott huffs with those same bright cheeks, because what an asshole this guy is. Calling him sweetheart and everything... what if he doesn't make any sounds, huh!! A part of him wants to control all that somehow just to spite him, but he doesn't get far, a helpless little cry leaving his mouth as he runs his tongue against his wet tip. Then another noisy gasp, that has Wriothesley's name in it, as his mouth encloses around his head.
He's just giving him what he wants now.
Wet pants, soft but clearly audible, sound from Scott as he stares down at Wriothesley with hooded eyes. The sight of that cocky mouth around him, sucking him, drives him to such intense pleasure that he doesn't know how long he's going to last. It's been such a long time. He almost bites his lips again, but despite his earlier determination, he lets his mouth continue to air out how much he's enjoying the other's ministrations.]
Please, more... [His spine curves, nails scraping against the wall, as his hips snap into Wriothesley's warmth, although maybe a little too rough at first. The movement breaks through some of the pleasured haze clouding his mind, but his heart continues to race as he keeps himself partly buried in the other's mouth.] S-sorry about that.
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You really are obscene. [Scott huffs with those same bright cheeks, because what an asshole this guy is. Calling him sweetheart and everything... what if he doesn't make any sounds, huh!! A part of him wants to control all that somehow just to spite him, but he doesn't get far, a helpless little cry leaving his mouth as he runs his tongue against his wet tip. Then another noisy gasp, that has Wriothesley's name in it, as his mouth encloses around his head.
He's just giving him what he wants now.
Wet pants, soft but clearly audible, sound from Scott as he stares down at Wriothesley with hooded eyes. The sight of that cocky mouth around him, sucking him, drives him to such intense pleasure that he doesn't know how long he's going to last. It's been such a long time. He almost bites his lips again, but despite his earlier determination, he lets his mouth continue to air out how much he's enjoying the other's ministrations.]
Please, more... [His spine curves, nails scraping against the wall, as his hips snap into Wriothesley's warmth, although maybe a little too rough at first. The movement breaks through some of the pleasured haze clouding his mind, but his heart continues to race as he keeps himself partly buried in the other's mouth.] S-sorry about that.