[Is the only word he manages when he feels Wriothesley's throat tighten around him, not backing out even a little as he swallows every drop and wringing out even more from his overly sensitive cock as he continues to suck, the motion drawing out a high-pitched whine that Scott can't stop. It's definitely too much now, his legs about to collapse, but at the same time, he still doesn't want it to stop, his hand keeping his head steady as the final few droplets emerge from his slit, balls completely empty.
It's been such a long time he had an orgasm like that, pulled from the very core of his being and his mind completely checked out. The buzz of passion and pleasure still tingle across his skin as he pants into the open air, his hips giving one final twitch before resting back against the wall. His heart's still beating quicker than normal and Scott doesn't have anything comprehensible to say, other than telling Wriothesley just how incredible that was.]
Shit, that was amazing.
[He finds himself uncharacteristically saying, but Scott doesn't care because it's the truth. Besides, his body is in complete agreement. He knows in the back of his mind that he probably looks like a complete heathen, sweat clinging to his hair as he tries to catch his breath still, wearing only that ridiculous shirt from earlier. However, his muscles don't feel like cooperating still, preferring to ride out the remnants of that incredible climax. They have a point.]
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[Is the only word he manages when he feels Wriothesley's throat tighten around him, not backing out even a little as he swallows every drop and wringing out even more from his overly sensitive cock as he continues to suck, the motion drawing out a high-pitched whine that Scott can't stop. It's definitely too much now, his legs about to collapse, but at the same time, he still doesn't want it to stop, his hand keeping his head steady as the final few droplets emerge from his slit, balls completely empty.
It's been such a long time he had an orgasm like that, pulled from the very core of his being and his mind completely checked out. The buzz of passion and pleasure still tingle across his skin as he pants into the open air, his hips giving one final twitch before resting back against the wall. His heart's still beating quicker than normal and Scott doesn't have anything comprehensible to say, other than telling Wriothesley just how incredible that was.]
Shit, that was amazing.
[He finds himself uncharacteristically saying, but Scott doesn't care because it's the truth. Besides, his body is in complete agreement. He knows in the back of his mind that he probably looks like a complete heathen, sweat clinging to his hair as he tries to catch his breath still, wearing only that ridiculous shirt from earlier. However, his muscles don't feel like cooperating still, preferring to ride out the remnants of that incredible climax. They have a point.]