[He really looks good like this, once more upset that he can't fully appreciate his appearance through the red lens of his shades. But Scott continues to gently stroke the thigh in his hand as the heat lowers between them, stuck in a place that is past that clawing desire but before the guilt. It's really nice, letting himself feel affection for this man that he barely knows.]
Mm.
[A noncommittal answer to his comment, not that neither of them needed one. He pulls his fingers from his mouth, tongue swiping past any remnants, not flinching even once from the taste. Scott can't describe it and doesn't care to, a sated little smile on him as he leans up to kiss him before pulling back.]
Shower's good. [He pats the thigh his hand's been gripping and while he can feel some of that guilt creep into his heart, he still smiles up at him.] Don't forget to grab a tracksuit on the way out. It's why we came in here.
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Mm.
[A noncommittal answer to his comment, not that neither of them needed one. He pulls his fingers from his mouth, tongue swiping past any remnants, not flinching even once from the taste. Scott can't describe it and doesn't care to, a sated little smile on him as he leans up to kiss him before pulling back.]
Shower's good. [He pats the thigh his hand's been gripping and while he can feel some of that guilt creep into his heart, he still smiles up at him.] Don't forget to grab a tracksuit on the way out. It's why we came in here.