[It's still embarrassing to be reminded how loud he's already been, but the sharper edges of that shame dulls when he remembers Wriothesley's reaction. The smirk, even when he was the one on his knees, as he pulled every little sound and gasp from him, with Scott entirely helpless and mindless. Thinking about that, he doesn't care what kind of sounds other people hear, as long as he goes back into that engulfing headspace.
Why is he so easy--
His cheeks nearly match the red shade of his ruby quartz hearing the praise. It kind of pisses him off, nearly cementing how much he's like putty in his hands, but at the same time, Scott nearly shudders and isn't that a conflicting set of emotions? He wants to be a good boy for Wriothesley, while also shoving his hand away so that he can pull those same noises for himself. Make Wriothesley feel just as good as he made him feel. Oh, and pant and moan and scream like what he did to him.
He'll just play into it because he does want to be good--]
I'm your good boy. [Scott nods, head tilting back up to look at him, unseen pupils dilated as his hand digs into Wriothesley's shaking thigh into the point of pain. So, he's getting close too.] So good. For you.
[Tongue darting out to wet his lips, the mutant wraps his own hand around his scrotum before squeezing, hips jerking slightly at his own touch. He doesn't care if he's rough with himself, just wanting Wriothesley to watch and climax and feel his spend on him.]
Shouldn't I be rewarded by having you come all over me?
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Why is he so easy--
His cheeks nearly match the red shade of his ruby quartz hearing the praise. It kind of pisses him off, nearly cementing how much he's like putty in his hands, but at the same time, Scott nearly shudders and isn't that a conflicting set of emotions? He wants to be a good boy for Wriothesley, while also shoving his hand away so that he can pull those same noises for himself. Make Wriothesley feel just as good as he made him feel. Oh, and pant and moan and scream like what he did to him.
He'll just play into it because he does want to be good--]
I'm your good boy. [Scott nods, head tilting back up to look at him, unseen pupils dilated as his hand digs into Wriothesley's shaking thigh into the point of pain. So, he's getting close too.] So good. For you.
[Tongue darting out to wet his lips, the mutant wraps his own hand around his scrotum before squeezing, hips jerking slightly at his own touch. He doesn't care if he's rough with himself, just wanting Wriothesley to watch and climax and feel his spend on him.]
Shouldn't I be rewarded by having you come all over me?