[A tongue darts across wet lips as he watches the bead of precum push out of his slit, that same calloused hand spreading the wetness there as shameless noises continue to spill out from the other man. It's borderline pornographic, what he's seeing and hearing, and while his cock almost twinges in interest, there's still no way for him to get hard again, not so quickly. He feels nearly disappointed in himself, but he doesn't try to reach for his own spent cock, continuing to keep his eyes on him.

His fingers twitch by his side and it's clear that Scott is exuding a large amount of self-restraint trying not to touch the delicious sight in front of him. He wants his fingers to be wrapped around Wriothesley's girth, or his lips sucking down and tasting the other man, but he obediently keeps still, a flush to his face as he catches a glimpse of the half-lidded gaze Wriothesley is sending down at him.]

Do you like that thought? [He asks back, dirty talk coming less easily for Scott, but he's certainly trying, voice lowering a notch as he tries for a smirk. Hopefully he sounds better than he thinks, his heart beating as his eyes trail back to the man's leaking erection. Look, motivation!]

Me lying on my back with my hand wrapped around my cock, whining and jerking myself off as I only think of you?