[He snarks, but there's something amused, definitely playful edging his voice, before he's enveloped in their kiss. Scott eagerly explores Wriothesley's mouth once more, tongue soaking in his taste, because despite how mindblowing that orgasm was, he just... wants physical contact like this again. Maybe because of how intense it was, he's like this, tongue stroking the other's even as he's pushed back, heat rising when his steadier weight settles on top of him. Why is this so nice? To be pushed around just a little, have someone so sturdy and strong above him, thick thighs straddling his leaner ones?
His free hand trails down the other's strong body, muscles well-defined under his fingertips, before they reach his abdomen, fingers stroking the muscles there, but Scott doesn't yet touch anywhere else, not feeling like he's been given permission yet.]
Mmm, I bet that you would be the desperate one, wanting me to touch you. [Scott's smile turns into a small smirk, nearly challenging the other man. He can feel the heat coming from Wriothesley's crotch and while a part of him desperately wants to wrap his hand around his heated flesh, he doesn't want to submit so easily. Probably too late for that, but Scott's not keeping track anyway.]
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[He snarks, but there's something amused, definitely playful edging his voice, before he's enveloped in their kiss. Scott eagerly explores Wriothesley's mouth once more, tongue soaking in his taste, because despite how mindblowing that orgasm was, he just... wants physical contact like this again. Maybe because of how intense it was, he's like this, tongue stroking the other's even as he's pushed back, heat rising when his steadier weight settles on top of him. Why is this so nice? To be pushed around just a little, have someone so sturdy and strong above him, thick thighs straddling his leaner ones?
His free hand trails down the other's strong body, muscles well-defined under his fingertips, before they reach his abdomen, fingers stroking the muscles there, but Scott doesn't yet touch anywhere else, not feeling like he's been given permission yet.]
Mmm, I bet that you would be the desperate one, wanting me to touch you. [Scott's smile turns into a small smirk, nearly challenging the other man. He can feel the heat coming from Wriothesley's crotch and while a part of him desperately wants to wrap his hand around his heated flesh, he doesn't want to submit so easily. Probably too late for that, but Scott's not keeping track anyway.]