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[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.]

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[It doesn't quite click in Scott's mind why Wriothesley enjoys this much, maybe just a passing thought of this being the man's kink or something. Whatever reason, he's not going to question it, just glad that he is enjoying himself too. Hearing him moan, feeling it against his straining erection, nearly pushes him to the cusp. There's that heat building, travelling up his spine, and he thinks he can't get possibly more overwhelmed.

But instead of Wriothesley pulling away, he swallows him all the way down, and--]

W-Wriothesley!

[His vision nearly whites out, providing a different color from the normal red, as he comes inside the other's man with a strangled cry. Spine arching back as fingers tighten around the other's hair, just shy of being painful, Scott thrusts a couple more times into his mouth as he lets his climax wash over him, cock pulsing and giving everything that he has to Wriothesley.]

[Scott would probably be surprised by the answer. Sure, he just liked giving people blowjobs and he got off on being treated roughly, but a lot of his pleasure in this situation was derived from pleasuring Scott. He got aroused and got off on knowing that it was him who was able to make the other feel good and to hit their climax like they were.

His eyes flutter closed as the other rocks their hips through their orgasm. He feels the warmth of their seed go down his throat and he swallows every drop of it. He groans a little. The way the other yanks at his hair to the point that it stings mixed with the cock uncomfortably shoved down his throat and filling it with their cum felt amazing. He sucks on Scott's member, milking them for every drop, until the man is completely spent.]

You--

[Is the only word he manages when he feels Wriothesley's throat tighten around him, not backing out even a little as he swallows every drop and wringing out even more from his overly sensitive cock as he continues to suck, the motion drawing out a high-pitched whine that Scott can't stop. It's definitely too much now, his legs about to collapse, but at the same time, he still doesn't want it to stop, his hand keeping his head steady as the final few droplets emerge from his slit, balls completely empty.

It's been such a long time he had an orgasm like that, pulled from the very core of his being and his mind completely checked out. The buzz of passion and pleasure still tingle across his skin as he pants into the open air, his hips giving one final twitch before resting back against the wall. His heart's still beating quicker than normal and Scott doesn't have anything comprehensible to say, other than telling Wriothesley just how incredible that was.]

Shit, that was amazing.

[He finds himself uncharacteristically saying, but Scott doesn't care because it's the truth. Besides, his body is in complete agreement. He knows in the back of his mind that he probably looks like a complete heathen, sweat clinging to his hair as he tries to catch his breath still, wearing only that ridiculous shirt from earlier. However, his muscles don't feel like cooperating still, preferring to ride out the remnants of that incredible climax. They have a point.]

[He lets go of his own aching cock to bracket his arms around Scott's legs to keep the man steady and upright. The slight tightening of muscle as he asserts a firm grip on the other.

Once he feels Scott softening in his mouth, he pulls off the other with a wet pop. A lick of his lips to lap up any remaining cum.

He catches Scott's gaze and gives the other a grin. He absentmindedly runs a thumb over skin in a comforting motion. The other looked so good coming down from their orgasm. It makes his cock twitch and reminds him how hard he is.] Of course. Nothing but the best. [He means it.]

[He doesn't know what this feeling in his chest is, or maybe he does and just doesn't want to put any name to it, as he starts stroking the back of Wriothesley's head, his fingers combing through the strands in a gentle manner as he looks down at him with flushed cheeks and an expression that's almost bordering on something affectionate. Or maybe it's just that orgasm still talking, because his thighs are visibly shaking as he recovers from his high.]

Mm. [He wants to be mad at the other man's comment, but hard to argue when he wholeheartedly agrees. Scott doesn't think he'll ever forget how all this felt, or the sight of Wriothesley's lips wrapped around him, which may be slightly awkward when he talks to him in the future, but it was really incredible.

However, he sees the flushed erection of the other man, and the sight draws his attention, his gaze becoming a little hungry as his attention focuses there.]

Seems like you need some help there. [A twitch of a smile, now that he feels his control slowly return. He's not sure what Wriothesley wants in return, but he's willing to hear him out. It's not like Scott wants to leave him unfinished, especially not after the blowjob he just received.]

[Oh, that's surprisingly nice. He likes that. Scott can be pretty cute, can't they?

He lets out a breathless chuckle. Wriothesley's throat is damn shot. Everything he says really does come out somewhat hoarse.] Mm, are you offering? I could rub one out and be satisfied. I got a rather nice meal just now, after all. [He sure did just refer to swallowing all of Scott's cum as a meal. Or maybe he means the blowjob. It's probably both.

He does finally let his arms drop from holding Scott's legs. The other seems fine now that they're slowly coming down from their climax.]

[He can almost feel his cock twitch just hearing how shot the other man is, because that's way more attractive than it should be. Like proof that he sucked every bit of his seed from him, swallowing it down and letting nothing go to waste. Scott nearly flushes at his own thoughts, because damn, when did he become like this?]

Yeah, I'm offering. [Even though watching Wriothesley grip his own cock, moaning while stroking himself to completion, is an entirely enticing idea. Still, it would be kind of rude not to at least offer or try to do something for him.]

By the way, you talk too much. [Scott bites back, a pitch higher, because this man truly is vulgar--] But I can't just leave you alone like this.

[Keeping his hand on the back of Wriothesley's head, Scott slowly slides to his knees, the movement a little more difficult than usual because they still feel unstable, but he manages to lower himself until he's at the other man's level. Seeing those slightly swollen lips, Scott can't stop himself from leaning in for a kiss. Maybe a little reward for everything he's done.

Even though he can taste himself on Wriothesley's lips. A little moan breaks from his chest at the taste, even though he's acting depraved, and really, the idea only pushes Scott further to deepen their kiss. He's going to blame all of this on Wriothesley. Perfect plan, this is why he's the strategist of the X-Men.

While keeping his mouth close to the other's, he speaks.]

Just tell me what you want.

You don't want to make conversation? I'm a little hurt. [He doesn't seem to actually mind though. Instead, he watches as the other slowly sinks down to the floor and joins him.

A smile as the other leans in for a kiss; Wriothesley more than happy to oblige and kiss in return. He surged forward and gently pushes them backwards before climbing onto Scott's lap as they kiss. He straddles the other with thick, strong thighs and his hands reach up to rest on Scott's shoulders as they kiss, tongue entwining.

He laps at Scott's lips, a coy little smile.] Mm, what if I wanted to make you watch with me on your lap? Would you enjoy the show or would you be desperate to touch me back, I wonder?

[He croons a little.

Despite it being him chasing his own pleasure, he's still thinking about which Scott might enjoy more? Watching or being an active participant.]

You're insufferable.

[He snarks, but there's something amused, definitely playful edging his voice, before he's enveloped in their kiss. Scott eagerly explores Wriothesley's mouth once more, tongue soaking in his taste, because despite how mindblowing that orgasm was, he just... wants physical contact like this again. Maybe because of how intense it was, he's like this, tongue stroking the other's even as he's pushed back, heat rising when his steadier weight settles on top of him. Why is this so nice? To be pushed around just a little, have someone so sturdy and strong above him, thick thighs straddling his leaner ones?

His free hand trails down the other's strong body, muscles well-defined under his fingertips, before they reach his abdomen, fingers stroking the muscles there, but Scott doesn't yet touch anywhere else, not feeling like he's been given permission yet.]

Mmm, I bet that you would be the desperate one, wanting me to touch you. [Scott's smile turns into a small smirk, nearly challenging the other man. He can feel the heat coming from Wriothesley's crotch and while a part of him desperately wants to wrap his hand around his heated flesh, he doesn't want to submit so easily. Probably too late for that, but Scott's not keeping track anyway.]

Ouch.

[Honestly? He has no idea why Scott seems to get so easily riled up by him. He doesn't even think he says anything particularly heinous enough, but the man just seems to get their hackles raised when he talks. Well, it doesn't matter, he guesses. If Scott wants to talk about it at some point, they will.

Instead, he focuses on giving a good show for the other.]

Me? Desperate? I wasn't the one who became needy and wanton after making out. [He tilts his head with a bat of his eyelashes as he has one hand start at his chest and slowly trail down his body. He lets fingers brush passed nipples, making the boxer shudder, before gliding them passed Scott's hand on him and wrapping around his own cock to start stroking himself He lets out a moan as he rocks his hips a little.]

Keep your eyes on me, Scott.

[His cheeks fluster as Wriothesley points out how wanton he's been, how desperate he's ached for his touch and everything. It's not even something he can argue against, because it's true, and isn't that the source of how he's been behaving towards the other man? At first, able to keep a clear head, but the moment they started touching, their bodies rubbing together, their lips pressed against each other, Scott's just wanted more of him. And he shouldn't. At least, not so quickly. Isn't he making a mockery of his relationship with Jean?

He doesn't know what to do about it.

Although, he doesn't really have to think, thankfully, as Wriothesley starts trailing his own hand across his chest, fingers sliding past his sensitive nipples, and Scott's teeth bite down on his lip from how vulgar the sight is. He really doesn't need to be told to keep his eyes on him, his teeth releasing his lip to let his mouth part, watching attentively as that calloused hand grips his heated erection.

Scott withdraws his hand, and for a moment, it looks like he's about to disobey the other man and touch him, but he pulls back, keeping his eyes centered on how those fingers have wrapped around sensitive fresh. Scott will deny it forever later, but he almost seems to pout for not being allowed to touch him.]

I-I'm watching. [He swallows, and almost quietly, because he's just a little embarrassed.] Hard to have my eyes anywhere else but you. You... look incredible.

[Oh? Does Scott like this that much? He wonders if the other might get hard again if he staves off his own orgasm long enough to make them desperate. The idea was alluring.

He tosses his head back with a shameless moan, his thumb teasing the slit at the head of his cock and spreading precum for a smoother slide as he yanks at one of his nipples, the pleasure feeling like an electro-charge through his entire body. Shameless. Obscene. Vulgar. He'll be any of those words for Scott right now.]

Mm, A-Ah private show all for you... [He arches his back as he looks at the other with a half-lidded gaze.] Something for you to remember me by when you're alone in your bed.

[A tongue darts across wet lips as he watches the bead of precum push out of his slit, that same calloused hand spreading the wetness there as shameless noises continue to spill out from the other man. It's borderline pornographic, what he's seeing and hearing, and while his cock almost twinges in interest, there's still no way for him to get hard again, not so quickly. He feels nearly disappointed in himself, but he doesn't try to reach for his own spent cock, continuing to keep his eyes on him.

His fingers twitch by his side and it's clear that Scott is exuding a large amount of self-restraint trying not to touch the delicious sight in front of him. He wants his fingers to be wrapped around Wriothesley's girth, or his lips sucking down and tasting the other man, but he obediently keeps still, a flush to his face as he catches a glimpse of the half-lidded gaze Wriothesley is sending down at him.]

Do you like that thought? [He asks back, dirty talk coming less easily for Scott, but he's certainly trying, voice lowering a notch as he tries for a smirk. Hopefully he sounds better than he thinks, his heart beating as his eyes trail back to the man's leaking erection. Look, motivation!]

Me lying on my back with my hand wrapped around my cock, whining and jerking myself off as I only think of you?

[Borderline? He is literally jacking off in your lap, Scott.

Wriothesley smirks as he watches the other carefully, even in his lust-addled gaze. He knows exactly what he's doing to the other. Scott can feel every shift of muscle and rock of his hips as he continues to stroke and tease himself. He wonders if the other can actually keep themselves restrained or if they might actually snap.

The other losing control would be hot to see, honestly.]

Mm, what a good thought. Would you imagine this? Or would you remember my mouth on your cock? Perhaps you might think about what it might feel like to be filled by me. Or being inside me. I'm easy in that regard. [He's more than happy to supply Scott with plenty of things to imagine.]

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