[His cock twitches as he's settled in his throat, jerking once more with lust against that heat, his own heart racing seeing himself completely enveloped by the other man. It feels like he can't escape, not until he gives himself entirely to Wriothesley, and having himself belong to another is honestly enticing. He knows somewhere that he should probably stop, at least with these thoughts, but he can't. Blame the tongue pressing against the sensitive underside of his cock, but Wriothesley can have all those blatant groans as they escape past kissed lips.
What was he said earlier? The way he described Wriothesley? Obscene. Right. It pushes through his mind once more when the other man takes his own cock in hand, stroking himself as he looks up at Scott with amusement. The visual sparks something in his chest, a want, a brief thought of how that length would feel in his hand, or his mouth or inside him. Those thoughts shouldn't drive him even hotter, but a wanton noise escapes him, images turning that makes Scott thrust almost roughly against the mouth swallowed tightly around him.
A heat builds at the base of his spine, feeling himself so close, not caring how loud and unrestrained his cries are as he chases his pleasure, focusing only on how much Wriothesley makes him feel. The continued vibrations surrounding his need. There's a blooming affection, one he can't stop, even though this is just a blowjob in the closet. Even though they just met. He's just the first man to really touch him... and after everything with Jean. Despite these thoughts, his erection doesn't fade, head tilting back once more as his hips continue to snap forward in an uncontrolled pace. Just shove feelings down and focus on what's happening, sounds great.]
H-hey, I-I'm going to... [He can't get the words out, but a small warning for the other man, in case he wants to pull back. Even though Scott's hand is clenched tightly around his hair, he's not forcing his head to remain.]
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What was he said earlier? The way he described Wriothesley? Obscene. Right. It pushes through his mind once more when the other man takes his own cock in hand, stroking himself as he looks up at Scott with amusement. The visual sparks something in his chest, a want, a brief thought of how that length would feel in his hand, or his mouth or inside him. Those thoughts shouldn't drive him even hotter, but a wanton noise escapes him, images turning that makes Scott thrust almost roughly against the mouth swallowed tightly around him.
A heat builds at the base of his spine, feeling himself so close, not caring how loud and unrestrained his cries are as he chases his pleasure, focusing only on how much Wriothesley makes him feel. The continued vibrations surrounding his need. There's a blooming affection, one he can't stop, even though this is just a blowjob in the closet. Even though they just met. He's just the first man to really touch him... and after everything with Jean. Despite these thoughts, his erection doesn't fade, head tilting back once more as his hips continue to snap forward in an uncontrolled pace. Just shove feelings down and focus on what's happening, sounds great.]
H-hey, I-I'm going to... [He can't get the words out, but a small warning for the other man, in case he wants to pull back. Even though Scott's hand is clenched tightly around his hair, he's not forcing his head to remain.]