You don't want to make conversation? I'm a little hurt. [He doesn't seem to actually mind though. Instead, he watches as the other slowly sinks down to the floor and joins him.

A smile as the other leans in for a kiss; Wriothesley more than happy to oblige and kiss in return. He surged forward and gently pushes them backwards before climbing onto Scott's lap as they kiss. He straddles the other with thick, strong thighs and his hands reach up to rest on Scott's shoulders as they kiss, tongue entwining.

He laps at Scott's lips, a coy little smile.] Mm, what if I wanted to make you watch with me on your lap? Would you enjoy the show or would you be desperate to touch me back, I wonder?

[He croons a little.

Despite it being him chasing his own pleasure, he's still thinking about which Scott might enjoy more? Watching or being an active participant.]