[His cheeks fluster as Wriothesley points out how wanton he's been, how desperate he's ached for his touch and everything. It's not even something he can argue against, because it's true, and isn't that the source of how he's been behaving towards the other man? At first, able to keep a clear head, but the moment they started touching, their bodies rubbing together, their lips pressed against each other, Scott's just wanted more of him. And he shouldn't. At least, not so quickly. Isn't he making a mockery of his relationship with Jean?
He doesn't know what to do about it.
Although, he doesn't really have to think, thankfully, as Wriothesley starts trailing his own hand across his chest, fingers sliding past his sensitive nipples, and Scott's teeth bite down on his lip from how vulgar the sight is. He really doesn't need to be told to keep his eyes on him, his teeth releasing his lip to let his mouth part, watching attentively as that calloused hand grips his heated erection.
Scott withdraws his hand, and for a moment, it looks like he's about to disobey the other man and touch him, but he pulls back, keeping his eyes centered on how those fingers have wrapped around sensitive fresh. Scott will deny it forever later, but he almost seems to pout for not being allowed to touch him.]
I-I'm watching. [He swallows, and almost quietly, because he's just a little embarrassed.] Hard to have my eyes anywhere else but you. You... look incredible.
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He doesn't know what to do about it.
Although, he doesn't really have to think, thankfully, as Wriothesley starts trailing his own hand across his chest, fingers sliding past his sensitive nipples, and Scott's teeth bite down on his lip from how vulgar the sight is. He really doesn't need to be told to keep his eyes on him, his teeth releasing his lip to let his mouth part, watching attentively as that calloused hand grips his heated erection.
Scott withdraws his hand, and for a moment, it looks like he's about to disobey the other man and touch him, but he pulls back, keeping his eyes centered on how those fingers have wrapped around sensitive fresh. Scott will deny it forever later, but he almost seems to pout for not being allowed to touch him.]
I-I'm watching. [He swallows, and almost quietly, because he's just a little embarrassed.] Hard to have my eyes anywhere else but you. You... look incredible.