[Not that Wriothesley is far off the mark, because Scott usually doesn't have a high libido, not after Jean. However, he truly just wants more of the other man, in any way, because he's the first person he's touched since her death and he's incredibly attractive and attentive and with every shuddering moan and gasp that leaves the toned body above him, cock still toyed and stroked, that hunger only builds. It's almost unfair that he can't touch him now, but Wriothesley still hasn't said anything about it, so he does his best to lightly tease him with he got, fingers starting to rub the thigh his hand's pressed again, only mere centimeters away from Wriothesley's jerking hand.]
Yeah? Want to bury yourself in me? Make me scream your name to the point that everyone walking by this closet can hear me?
[While Scott has doubts that Wriothesley wants to fuck him, right here and now, he sees the dirty talk as it is, his grin almost sharpening, nearly challenging, hoping that his words will help drive the other man's need. Especially since he almost feels embarrassed saying this sort of thing out loud, but it's kind of fun. His mind can't help but wonder how that cock would feel inside him though, undoubtedly splitting him wide open and leaving him stretched in a way he hasn't been before. Would the other man just fuck him straight through? Only giving a moment's pause before rutting against him?
As if incentivized by his own thoughts, his fingers slightly tease his own testicles, pressing lightly against them with a light groan pouring out, staring down at himself with half-silted eyes. Yeah, guess he's fine with this, his fingers digging further into Wriothesley's thigh.]
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[Not that Wriothesley is far off the mark, because Scott usually doesn't have a high libido, not after Jean. However, he truly just wants more of the other man, in any way, because he's the first person he's touched since her death and he's incredibly attractive and attentive and with every shuddering moan and gasp that leaves the toned body above him, cock still toyed and stroked, that hunger only builds. It's almost unfair that he can't touch him now, but Wriothesley still hasn't said anything about it, so he does his best to lightly tease him with he got, fingers starting to rub the thigh his hand's pressed again, only mere centimeters away from Wriothesley's jerking hand.]
Yeah? Want to bury yourself in me? Make me scream your name to the point that everyone walking by this closet can hear me?
[While Scott has doubts that Wriothesley wants to fuck him, right here and now, he sees the dirty talk as it is, his grin almost sharpening, nearly challenging, hoping that his words will help drive the other man's need. Especially since he almost feels embarrassed saying this sort of thing out loud, but it's kind of fun. His mind can't help but wonder how that cock would feel inside him though, undoubtedly splitting him wide open and leaving him stretched in a way he hasn't been before. Would the other man just fuck him straight through? Only giving a moment's pause before rutting against him?
As if incentivized by his own thoughts, his fingers slightly tease his own testicles, pressing lightly against them with a light groan pouring out, staring down at himself with half-silted eyes. Yeah, guess he's fine with this, his fingers digging further into Wriothesley's thigh.]