[There's no way he can't touch Wriothesley in some way, his control snapping as his hand trails up to lightly press against one of his thighs, fingers spraying but not reaching towards the place that he really wants. He'll try to contend with this, feeling the other's heat, every subtle shift of his strength packed under those hard muscles, while watching him enthusiastically jerk his own arousal. It's hard, but he doesn't want to lose either.

His fingers slightly dig into the other's skin though, hearing such things be tossed back at him. Well, if he wants to say that--]

Mm, why limit myself to only one image? [His eyes almost glint behind his shades, Adam's apple bobbing as he stares up to meet his intense stare once more.] Maybe I'd wrap my hand tightly around myself, just imagining you surrounding me instead. Or I'd shove my fingers inside myself, wishing that it was you instead.

[He's open to both as well. With another swallow to shove down whatever anxiety he has, he inches his other hand down, past his still disappointingly limp cock and down, although, he can't reach further than that with his current position, but it's a hint of what he's willing to do, even if just to tease Wriothesley in return.] I'm easy too.