[He can almost feel his cock twitch just hearing how shot the other man is, because that's way more attractive than it should be. Like proof that he sucked every bit of his seed from him, swallowing it down and letting nothing go to waste. Scott nearly flushes at his own thoughts, because damn, when did he become like this?]

Yeah, I'm offering. [Even though watching Wriothesley grip his own cock, moaning while stroking himself to completion, is an entirely enticing idea. Still, it would be kind of rude not to at least offer or try to do something for him.]

By the way, you talk too much. [Scott bites back, a pitch higher, because this man truly is vulgar--] But I can't just leave you alone like this.

[Keeping his hand on the back of Wriothesley's head, Scott slowly slides to his knees, the movement a little more difficult than usual because they still feel unstable, but he manages to lower himself until he's at the other man's level. Seeing those slightly swollen lips, Scott can't stop himself from leaning in for a kiss. Maybe a little reward for everything he's done.

Even though he can taste himself on Wriothesley's lips. A little moan breaks from his chest at the taste, even though he's acting depraved, and really, the idea only pushes Scott further to deepen their kiss. He's going to blame all of this on Wriothesley. Perfect plan, this is why he's the strategist of the X-Men.

While keeping his mouth close to the other's, he speaks.]

Just tell me what you want.