[His hand squeezes even tighter around himself as he matches his moan, that praise sending a spark of heat through his body. He desperately wants to be hard again, stroke himself alongside Wriothesley, but he can't. At least the outpouring moans shamelessly leaving the other man more than makes up for it, seeing and now hearing how much he's enjoying pleasuring himself just for Scott. Just for his good boy--]
Don't make me repeat myself.
[If he can't touch him, he still wants something, proof of Wriothesley's desire and passion splattered across him. His frazzled mind almost wants to say marking him, but that's too much, even right now, even as he hungrily returns the other's kiss, teeth lightly closing around his lips as they part.
He doesn't look away for even a second as Wriothesley climaxes, eyes moving from the bending of his head, the arching of his back, those muscled abs that are now wet with his own come, to the hand still stroking his cock through his orgasm. Right now, he can't think of a more gorgeous sight. And it's all for him. Gently rubbing the thigh that's still gripped in his hand, almost in care, Scott lets him recover.
While also running his fingers through the seed that's lining his own stomach now, the slick staining his fingers before he promptly thrusts them in his mouth, lightly sucking.]
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Don't make me repeat myself.
[If he can't touch him, he still wants something, proof of Wriothesley's desire and passion splattered across him. His frazzled mind almost wants to say marking him, but that's too much, even right now, even as he hungrily returns the other's kiss, teeth lightly closing around his lips as they part.
He doesn't look away for even a second as Wriothesley climaxes, eyes moving from the bending of his head, the arching of his back, those muscled abs that are now wet with his own come, to the hand still stroking his cock through his orgasm. Right now, he can't think of a more gorgeous sight. And it's all for him. Gently rubbing the thigh that's still gripped in his hand, almost in care, Scott lets him recover.
While also running his fingers through the seed that's lining his own stomach now, the slick staining his fingers before he promptly thrusts them in his mouth, lightly sucking.]