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[Wriothesley shakes the doorknob. He doesn’t expect it to be unlocked, but he might as well try. It would be foolish to not check and solidifies that they’ve been locked into the tiny space.

He sighs and let’s his shoulder relax. At least it didn’t feel like they were in danger persay…

Instead, he gives the other a sheepish grin and a chuckle.] Well, kissing isn’t so bad all things considered.

[...Well, this is a little awkward. Scott lets Wriothesley try the door for a few seconds, not finding himself surprised when it doesn't budge, not even an inch. This place is really trying to get them together-- at least for a kiss, which isn't something too extreme in the grand scheme of things. They shared a small one earlier just ten minutes ago, so it's fine.

As he recalls that simple little kiss, barely stopping himself from touching his lips again... yeah, maybe far from bad, honestly.]

I could try blowing the door open, but might be too risky. [He offers a small smile at him.] Just a kiss, right?

It would be more work for the staff. I don’t think we can really blame them for the predicament and I am loathe to give them more messes to clean up. They look like they’re being ran ragged already.

[Kissing for seven minutes is more harmless and he didn’t know if they might get in trouble if they did blow the door open.

Forget that the man apparently can.

Instead, he moves over to crowd Scott’s space. He smiles a bit playfully.] We’ll, it’s fine. We already kissed before. [He firmly grabs Scott’s chin between his thumb and index finger.]

...You have a point.

[Scott acknowledges, finding his respect for the other man increase. He's... truly quite considerate, isn't he? Thinking about the staff and how they're most likely just exhausted workers. They aren't henchmen of some villain, they really do seem rather normal. He still wants to see who is behind all this, but even he knows that won't come anytime soon.

Not to mention, they're still in this closet. And Wriothesley is right up next to him, not that this closet had much space to begin with.

His heart beats just a tad faster as he looks up at the taller man, and he doesn't mean to look so open, so easy, when he takes his chin between his fingers. The mutant's lips parts just slightly, letting out a small shuddering breath just from that mere contact. The regular guilt that's been plaguing the back of his mind makes one small protest before fading once more to the back of his mind.]

Wriothesley...

[A slight tilt of his head as the other breathes out his name. His smile widens.] Cat got your tongue?

[He teases the other gently as he leans in until their lips are only moments apart.] Don’t think too much and just enjoy it. [He presses his lips to kiss the other, the hand on Scott’s chin to move to cradle the back of the mutant’s head.]

Shut up.

[His cheeks fluster just lightly, not quite matching the colors of his shades, but any further protest or sass is immediately cut off, as they finally close that little remaining distance. A small groan breaks from the center of Scott's chest and there's something just a tad desperate, a bit clingy, as he firmly presses his mouth against the other. A passing thought goes through his head about closing his eyes, maybe imagining that he's kissing his dead girlfriend, but Scott keeps them firmly open, a hand trailing to the back of Wriothesley's hair to grip it almost tightly.

This isn't anything like kissing Jean, and that's probably a good thing. What they shared will always be important, and... and he's not going to think about that right now.

What did Wrio say before they kissed? Just enjoy it. That's great advice.]

[Wriothesley starts off almost chaste and sweet. It was probably keeping the other in mind to warm up to the kiss before he seems to push for more. He takes a few steps forward until he has Scott pressed against the wall and he's kissing the other a little more fervently. He runs fingers through the short hairs on the back of Scott's head with one hand and the other one firmly on the man's waist.

His gaze is half-lidded, almost as though making sure he can keep track of Scott's reactions as they go. Attentive.

He nips at the other's bottom lip before running his tongue over it. A silent request to deepen the kiss.]

[It's sweet, the kiss. If he's having his first kiss with a guy, his first real one, Scott's more than fine with this. Honestly lucky, even if there's some regret in his chest that he can't fully appreciate the other man's features through his red lens. But he doesn't think much more, easily stepping back until he's pressed against the wall, another light gasp breaking free. Feeling so enclosed, almost trapped, shouldn't be so hot, but... it is. Having another man's focus entirely on him is. Like he's really wanted.

His fingers entwine around the strands that his fingers grasped, feeling the soft texture, almost encouraging. Inviting for Wriothesley to continue. Despite the glasses, despite the stoicness he had earlier, Scott's more than expressive, his spine arching as he opens his mouth at the feel of his teeth against his lip, eager for this closeness and building heat between them. It's just a kiss, but it's contact and it feels so good.

Almost impatiently, he tugs a little at Wriothesley's head, because he doesn't want to stop. Even for a moment. Scott didn't know he could be like this, a little demanding and maybe a little whiny, but things to think about later. Or never. That sounds good.]

[He presses close to the other. The robe really does not do much to cover him at all, and Wriothesley was not a small man.

The impatient tug earns Scott a laugh that is swallowed by the kiss. He doesn't need to be told twice, and he takes his time exploring Scott's mouth with his tongue. He seems to lick everywhere that his tongue can reach before entwining his tongue with Scott's. Encourages the other to do as he pleased and take what they wanted in the kiss.

And he can't help but let the hand on Scott's waist wander. It sneaks under the shirt and rests on the man's abdomen. Mostly innocent touches and gauging the mutant's reactions before doing more.]

[He certainly appreciates the other man's refusal to put a shirt on earlier. Catching glimpses of those hardened muscles and now feeling them press against his own sends a spark down his spine, his pulse racing from feeling someone so strong against him. Someone so sturdy. Someone alive.

A noise of appreciation sounds from Scott, incomprehensible, but still full of want.

With his earlier hesitation completely evaporated, the remains of it tossed elsewhere, he eagerly presses his tongue against Wriothesley's, tasting him and desperately trying to commit it to memory. This may be a one time thing, but Scott can't stop himself entirely from feeling something still, because first kiss. And its better than he'd ever imagined, the rush of it all reddening his cheeks even further. He almost feels overwhelmed already, but he doesn't want to slow down, playfully swiping his tongue against the other man's before he starts exploring his mouth, tasting more of him and taking what he wants. And he wants him, at least right now, a realization that both twists his heart and makes Scott gasp in the depths of his mouth. He never thought he'd just kiss the first guy he met here, but...

No thinking, Summers. At least the other man's wandering hand helps, the warmth of his palm resting against the muscles of his abdomen doing wonders. Pebbles raise on his skin, visibly shivering from just that innocent touch. Not as innocently, he can feel the stirrings of his arousal, blood traveling south, and Scott bucks against him while thrusting his tongue deep into his mouth, asking for more.

Look he is wearing the 'I'm in my slut era' shirt--]

[The other is a far cry from how they were when they first met. From being suspicious and standoffish to being so wanting and desperate for more. He's more than happy to give the other as much as they want. To let them taste every part of his mouth.

The grip in Scott's hair tightens a bit. Not enough to hurt, but a firm, strong pressure there as he continues to kiss the other as though they were the very air one needed to keep themselves alive. Seven minutes is honestly a rather long time to be liplocked with someone, but hey, might as well take full advantage of every second of it.

Scott doesn't seem to stop him, so he takes that as allowance to keep touching. His hand wanders over their stomach and up their chest. Wriothesley's hands are scarred and calloused. It's not smooth after being worn from years of labor and fighting.]

[Scott will never admit it, but he's completely forgotten about the whole 'kiss for seven minutes' thing. He doesn't think he can be completely blamed, however, not when he's a little distracted taking in the other man's air, exploring the deep recesses of Wriothesley's mouth, with the only thing really left on his mind is how nice this feels, and how good it is to be touched again. He didn't realize how much he craved physical contact until now.

Scott just hopes he gives as good as he gets-- he wants to. He has to. It's not just about him and even if they don't know each other at all, he'd hate to leave the other man unsatisfied. As if drawing from that, his other hand slips under the other's robe and starts running down Wriothesley's chest, tracing his skin in a movement that's a little less frenzied than his kiss, appreciating the hard but lean muscle underneath his sensitive fingertips. Fuck, that's nice.

He only pulls his mouth back just to finally get some air, but he even struggles with that, a new thrill shooting through him as Wriothesley continues exploring his body. The touch is different from anything he's felt before, the callouses nearly rough against his mostly smooth skin, but it doesn't dampen his heat for the other man. Quite the opposite, as one flexible leg lifts up to wrap around the taller man's waist, the robe slipping back to reveal lean muscle and pale skin, tugging him just a bit closer to him. Luckily, the wall's there to help him keep balance, because all he cares is pulling Wriothesley as close to him as possible, his hand tightly gripping his hair.]

You're good, right?

[Which feels almost silly to ask now of all times, but Scott wants to be sure. Also, it's clear he's definitely forgotten that this is supposed to be just kissing but.]

[Wriothesley is nothing less, but an active participants. He moans into the kiss, more than happy to be noisy. If anyone comes by the closet, then it's unlikely they'll be bothered. The two of them are far from quiet.

Wriothesley arches his back, pressing his chest into Scott's touch. Encouraging for the other to touch him more.

His hand immediately grabs at at Scott's thigh, squeezing the meet there as Scott lifts their leg around him. It definitely isn't unwanted, but he had not expected the other to be so, well, desperate. It feels like a switch had been flipped. It makes him think that there's something in Scott's life that made him suddenly want the connection. It wouldn't be the first time he sees it, but he definitely won't bring it up. All he can do is make sure he can give the other what they want.]

Mm, does it seem like I'm not?

[He leans in a little to drags his tongue down Scott's neck. He guesses he should mention it because-] I didn't think you'd get so into our kiss. You're half hard. [As though to iterate, he grinds his hips against Scott's.]

[Hearing him only incentives Scott, knowing that he's responsible for such a loud noise, and he wants to create more of those sounds. Hear Wriotheseley pant and moan just as loudly as him. If his control is going to be ripped from him, he for sure wants to do the same. Pull him into this frenzy, even if he's the one that remains so wanton between them.

Scott continues to trail his fingers along Wriothesley's chest, never stopping for too long until he reaches one available nipple, his hand stilling at the sensitive point. Pressing against the nub with his thumb, just shy of being rough, before taking the flesh between dexterous fingers and gently pulling. It almost feels like he has the upper hand like this, even as the desperation continues to claw at him, but as Wriothesley settles his hand against his thigh, the muscle flexing underneath his hold, it slips away with another loud gasp, the heat in his crotch growing steadily. His want for him growing.]

Sorry for having manners--

[The retort's interrupted by a broken moan, his head eagerly tilting back to give the other man easier access to his neck and racing pulse. He had another comeback really, but it's lost as he grinds back against him, hips twitching at the feeling of his cock being rubbed against layers of robe. That needs to go away, like right now, his hand leaving Wriothesley's head to grab the loose knot keeping what little modesty he has, and almost yanking it open.]

And shut up. [And with more confidence than he actually has--] Planning on doing anything about it?

[How did kissing becoming this?? Oh, right, when Scott became horny from a fucking kiss. But if Wriothesley really wants to stop at any point, he'll be fine with it. This has gotten a little out of hand and while he wants to still stroke those hardened muscles, tease the other man while letting himself get taken apart by another, he's not going to push his needs.]

[He arches his back with a heady moan as the other bullies the nubs on his chest.] Ah, those are sensitive. [He feels his cock twitch with interest as the other feels up his chest. He didn't expect the other to be this forward, but it definitely was not unwanted.

He sucks a few marks on Scott's neck. Some hickeys for the other to remember him by for a few days. His robe easily slides off his shoulders and pools around him. It wasn't like it offered much coverage in the first place. Wriothesley was all muscles and scars. A body that has been trained well and had nothing to hide.]

Such confidence. [A wolfish grin. The man looked more like a predator who has definitely cornered his prey.] I can't leave you like this. It would be rude of me.

[Which is why he gently pats Scott's leg to get them to lower it as he takes a step or two back. It isn't that he's giving space because he's done, but because he starts lowering himself down to his knees in front of them.] I have manners too, you know. [Obviously throwing Scott's words back from earlier.]

[Sensitive, huh? Information to be stored away for later-- assuming there is a 'later.' Scott nearly bites his lip at the thought, knowing that he's treading some dangerous ground latching onto the first man that just so happened to wake up in the same bed as him. A man he knows really nothing about it. This is just a fuck, mutual attraction as they chase the building heat between them.

...He's still letting his own recent loss affect him, isn't he? Despite not 'thinking about it anymore.' He's a fucking disaster.

The hickeys are a nice distraction at least, the feeling of his lips latching onto his neck pulling more blatant gasps despite himself. A part of him wants to also bitch at Wriothesley for making those marks so available for others to see. But it's a little hard to find those words when the robe slips off, showing off his well-trained body, muscles that Scott's felt earlier and now for his eager eyes to take in. The scars are far from off putting, just remnants of stories that he knows nothing about, and Scott almost misses what Wriothesley says, so distracted by this obscene sight in front of him.]

H-huh? [Seeing that grin on him, his words evaporate in his throat for a moment, feeling like an animal trapped, some of that confident demeanor shuttering. This stupid asshole--] Well, good. Glad we're on the same page.

[But as his leg lowers, as Wriothelesly starts smoothly sliding to his knees, Scott's pulse races, the intent more than clear. He's never done this before, not with another man, but such admittance isn't something he wants to air out. Instead, he does his best to balance himself, his feet spreading, as a certain thrill builds in the base of his spine in anticipation. His own robe slips off his shoulders, piling on the ground, mostly revealing toned legs that feel like they're barely supporting him right now.

A noisy exhale leaves Scott as he looks down at the man that's leveling himself to his almost fully erect need, blood shamelessly pulsing there. Hips continue twitching, a tongue darting out to wet his lips, as he watches with baited breath to see what Wriothesley will do first.]

[Wriothesley has a devilish grin on his face as he looks up from where he's kneeling. Despite the boxer being on his knees with his face only centimeters from Scott's erection, who really was the one who had all the power right now? He blows some hot air against the sensitive member.]

It's just a physical reaction, after all. But, well, I don't think you want to be walking around with barely any clothes on and with an erection. I know we're being roped into a game where we need to fuck each other, but best not be so indecent. [He speaks so matter-of-factly, like he clearly need to help the man from certain public embarrassment.

He won't tease the other too much more with his words. Instead, he keeps his mouth busy finally offering the other a taste of pleasure. He mouths at Scott's balls before licking a stripe starting at the base of them and slowly running his tongue all the way up the length. He firmly grasps the cock in front of him in one hand as he presses kisses up the side and then at the tip.

He was practically worshipping Scott's cock without an ounce of shame in his actions.]

[His hips jerk feeling that warm breath against him, body not so subtly twitching forward as if asking Wriothesley for more, demanding more of his attention. The other man's so close to where he wants him and Scott barely stops himself from throwing the remaining scraps of his dignity away by begging him to continue.]

I could always jerk myself off. [He manages, already slightly out of breath, but fully hoping that his words don't actually change his mind. Scott for sure doesn't want Wriothesley to stop now, but the stupid stubborn part of him feels like he has to point that out. There's a second option, one that may lead to him being less compromised, less guilt-ridden and...

Thoughts fall away at the first press of Wriothesley's mouth against his balls, head tilted back as a loud moan, completely uninhibited, breaks from the base of his throat. There's absolutely no way no one heard that from outside, but Scott doesn't care right now, hands curling against the wall as that talented tongue trails up his cock, the slick fully appreciated and wanted against the heat of his pulsing erection. God, that feels so good-- Wriothesley feels so good.]

Wriothesley... ah! That's...

[He wanted to say more, but it's a little hard right now. Scott manages to pull his head back, suddenly wanting to see the other man, and watching down with flushed cheeks as he takes his wanton dick in hand, the rough callouses making him shiver. Everything feels so much again, seeing him kiss his fully erect cock, those lips he kissed earlier pressed against sensitive flesh.

It's almost filthy how much Wriothesley seems to enjoy it too. A bead of precum pushes past his tip just watching him, and Scott has to close his teeth around bitten lips to stop another loud groan. He doesn't want to beg him...]

Mm, Would you be satisfied with just that though? When you can get, hmm, a helping hand? [Or mouth. Don't worry though. Wriothesley wasn't going to blue ball the guy. That would be unnecessarily cruel and maybe he can feel that the other needs some attention in some way. He can't quite put his finger on what exactly, but he knows that the man might need this. It isn't shameful to need some physical intimacy and he didn't mind giving it.

He runs his tongue up the side before reaching the head.] Don't stiffen your sounds for me, sweetheart. I want to hear how good you're feeling. [He laps up that bit of precum before swirling his tongue over the head of Scott's cock before taking it into his mouth and sucking.

Wriothesley was playing Scott like a fiddle. And he was enjoying every moment of it.]

[No, he wouldn't be satisfied, but luckily, he didn't need to air out such an admittance. It was probably obvious anyway, with how his body's been reacting to Wriothesley's every touch. The thought of being so blatantly desperate burns his cheeks, but that feeling does nothing for making him want to actually stop.]

You really are obscene. [Scott huffs with those same bright cheeks, because what an asshole this guy is. Calling him sweetheart and everything... what if he doesn't make any sounds, huh!! A part of him wants to control all that somehow just to spite him, but he doesn't get far, a helpless little cry leaving his mouth as he runs his tongue against his wet tip. Then another noisy gasp, that has Wriothesley's name in it, as his mouth encloses around his head.

He's just giving him what he wants now.

Wet pants, soft but clearly audible, sound from Scott as he stares down at Wriothesley with hooded eyes. The sight of that cocky mouth around him, sucking him, drives him to such intense pleasure that he doesn't know how long he's going to last. It's been such a long time. He almost bites his lips again, but despite his earlier determination, he lets his mouth continue to air out how much he's enjoying the other's ministrations.]

Please, more... [His spine curves, nails scraping against the wall, as his hips snap into Wriothesley's warmth, although maybe a little too rough at first. The movement breaks through some of the pleasured haze clouding his mind, but his heart continues to race as he keeps himself partly buried in the other's mouth.] S-sorry about that.

[He can’t help but play with his food a little bit. Especially when Scott was acting so wanton and desperate. The other was so expressive and reactive. It truly was a delight.

His eyes crinkle in mirth when the other calls him obscene. Oh, he’s quite aware.

This was enjoyable for him too though. For all of Scott’s fluster, the fact that they’re enjoying themselves so much is a pleasurable heat in the pit of his stomach. Seeing the other get lost in the pleasure and ecstasy was enjoyable for himself too.

So when Scott begs for more and chases their own pleasure by thrusting into his mouth, all he can do is respond with a pleasured moan. His eyes flutter closed and he looks like he’s in utter bliss. The stretch of his lips and the friction in his throat made his cock twitch with interest.

Scott might be worried, but Wriothesley looked like he had enjoyed that quite a bit.]

F-fuck...!

[Scott shouts, his voice a higher pitch, feeling that vibration from Wriothesley's moan resonate against his engulfed cock. I-it's so much... every time he thinks he's at his limit, it's pushed more, and he finds himself completely helpless against his own pleasure. He's not if he can just entirely blame the fact that he hasn't been touched like this in a while, not with how dedicated and talented the mouth around him is.

His eyes narrow behind his shades, but they never fully close, wanting to fully take in the image of Wriothesley's stretched lips around his needy erection. See the other man's own pleasured expression just from sucking his cock... he didn't know someone could enjoy doing that so much, but it's intense. And extremely hot, his own attraction building.

Especially seeing Wriothesley's own cock take interest. His own tongue swiping past breathless lips at the sight.

More drops of precum leak from his tip and he thrusts against his mouth, breaths coming in and out in loud, unrhythmic pants. As long as he's fine with it... Scott's own hips sway and push his wet need into the warmth and heat of Wriothesley's mouth. He wonders if Wriothesley is willing or wanting to take him entirely in, until he's hitting the back of his throat, his lips meeting his pelvis, and another loose moan breaks from the center of his chest.

A hand pulls from the wall to bury in the other's hair, fingers lightly gripping the strands, gently guiding, but mostly as support for himself.]

You really feel good. [Should he even compliment a guy for sucking dick so well???? Too late. Not like there's many braincells left in Scott to say anything more articulate.]

[He laps up with whatever precum that leaks from Scott's cock, his throat closing in on the hard member just a little bit when he swallows. Wriothesley is more than fine with it. He moans and his eyes flutter closed as Scott starts thrusting in and out of his mouth. When he opens them again, they're slightly unfocused, hazy with pleasure as he happily lets the other use his mouth to chase their pleasure.

He is still an active participant. His tongue moves and rubs against the underside to give the other as much pleasure as possible.

Wriothesley has no shame that he's getting off on this. He wraps a hand around his own cock and starts to stroke himself to Scott's thrusts.

His eyes crinkle in mirth as he looks up at the other. As though to reward Scott for his compliment, he purrs around their erection.]

[His cock twitches as he's settled in his throat, jerking once more with lust against that heat, his own heart racing seeing himself completely enveloped by the other man. It feels like he can't escape, not until he gives himself entirely to Wriothesley, and having himself belong to another is honestly enticing. He knows somewhere that he should probably stop, at least with these thoughts, but he can't. Blame the tongue pressing against the sensitive underside of his cock, but Wriothesley can have all those blatant groans as they escape past kissed lips.

What was he said earlier? The way he described Wriothesley? Obscene. Right. It pushes through his mind once more when the other man takes his own cock in hand, stroking himself as he looks up at Scott with amusement. The visual sparks something in his chest, a want, a brief thought of how that length would feel in his hand, or his mouth or inside him. Those thoughts shouldn't drive him even hotter, but a wanton noise escapes him, images turning that makes Scott thrust almost roughly against the mouth swallowed tightly around him.

A heat builds at the base of his spine, feeling himself so close, not caring how loud and unrestrained his cries are as he chases his pleasure, focusing only on how much Wriothesley makes him feel. The continued vibrations surrounding his need. There's a blooming affection, one he can't stop, even though this is just a blowjob in the closet. Even though they just met. He's just the first man to really touch him... and after everything with Jean. Despite these thoughts, his erection doesn't fade, head tilting back once more as his hips continue to snap forward in an uncontrolled pace. Just shove feelings down and focus on what's happening, sounds great.]

H-hey, I-I'm going to... [He can't get the words out, but a small warning for the other man, in case he wants to pull back. Even though Scott's hand is clenched tightly around his hair, he's not forcing his head to remain.]

[Honestly, the other could be pretty rough with him and he would be able to handle it. If anything, it almost seems like he likes it (he does) with how he moans shamelessly as the other forces their cock down his throat. He grips himself firmly and roughly jerks himself off as the other uses his mouth for their pleasure.

It's hot. Hearing the other become so wanton and needy. Scott seems like someone who wants to hold tightly onto control. Maybe a leader type? He isn't quite sure, but seeing them like this makes it all the more attractive. It's why he moans around the hard length in his mouth as Scott comes closer and closer to their climax.

Instead of pulling back, Wriothesley swallows the other all the way to the hilt, his nose pressed against the hair there and cock down his throat. He feels his eyes water and it's hard to breath, but he wants it. To swallow every drop the other will give him.]

Edited 2024-01-17 00:00 (UTC)

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