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Maybe you just don't know me.

[Not that Wriothesley is far off the mark, because Scott usually doesn't have a high libido, not after Jean. However, he truly just wants more of the other man, in any way, because he's the first person he's touched since her death and he's incredibly attractive and attentive and with every shuddering moan and gasp that leaves the toned body above him, cock still toyed and stroked, that hunger only builds. It's almost unfair that he can't touch him now, but Wriothesley still hasn't said anything about it, so he does his best to lightly tease him with he got, fingers starting to rub the thigh his hand's pressed again, only mere centimeters away from Wriothesley's jerking hand.]

Yeah? Want to bury yourself in me? Make me scream your name to the point that everyone walking by this closet can hear me?

[While Scott has doubts that Wriothesley wants to fuck him, right here and now, he sees the dirty talk as it is, his grin almost sharpening, nearly challenging, hoping that his words will help drive the other man's need. Especially since he almost feels embarrassed saying this sort of thing out loud, but it's kind of fun. His mind can't help but wonder how that cock would feel inside him though, undoubtedly splitting him wide open and leaving him stretched in a way he hasn't been before. Would the other man just fuck him straight through? Only giving a moment's pause before rutting against him?

As if incentivized by his own thoughts, his fingers slightly tease his own testicles, pressing lightly against them with a light groan pouring out, staring down at himself with half-silted eyes. Yeah, guess he's fine with this, his fingers digging further into Wriothesley's thigh.]

It's true. To say I know you would be, ah, presumptuous of me.

[Though, Wriothesley thinks himself rather perceptive of other peoples' behaviors. A skill born from necessity. If he could have an accurate read on someone based on how they talk and their actions, then it would mean he can't be betrayed if he already knows them to be untrustworthy.

He tilts his head with a smirk. Well, Scott is being so good by resisting. It's cute. Endearing.] Mm, I'm pretty sure you were loud enough already that everyone who walked by this closet knew what we were up to. [ Scott, you were not particularly quiet when he gave you head, okay.]

But aren't you being such a good boy right now? Resisting to touch me even though I can tell you want to touch me so bad. [His strokes are becoming more erratic. His thighs are shaking as he gets closer and closer to his release.] You seem to be enjoying yourself plenty though. [A breathless chuckle that turns into sharp gasps.]

[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?

Edited 2024-01-25 02:54 (UTC)

[Oh? It seemed Scott really enjoyed that apparently. Who would have thought the other would have a bit of a praise kink. His grin widens a little at that. For what was supposed to be a make out in a storage closet, it quickly turned into something more heated.

Well, all he can hope that it's just a fun little escalation and that the man didn't certainly learn a lot about themselves today. That would be quite unfortunate.]

Yes, that's right. You've been nothing but wonderful. [He says with a purr as he continues to stroke himself. He feels heat coil in the pit of his stomach. Feels it tighten with every stroke as he moans shamelessly for Scott to enjoy.]

Is that what you want? [Oh, the other really is quite shameless. Wriothesley is delighted by it. The desperation and the want. He leans forward to kiss the other. It's a brief, passionate little thing where he swipes his tongue over Scott's lips before breaking the kiss.] Then it'll be what you get.

[He gives himself a few more rough strokes before he's arching his back, tossing his head back as he comes with Scott's name on his lips. His seed spills over his hand and over both their stomachs, rough hand erratically sliding up and down as he rides through his orgasm.]

[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.]

[He braces his free hand on the floor to keep himself upright as he pants. With his cock completely spent and softening, he takes a moment to catch his breath. Wriothesley looks completely sated. His eyes slightly unfocused and half-lidded with a layer of sweat giving his body a light sheen. His seed drips down his stomach and some of his bangs stick to his forehead.

It was good despite being stuck in a closet.

His eyes flick to Scott's face, mirth dancing in his eyes.] Insatiable are we? [He really brought a beast out of this man.]

I don't know about you, but I definitely fancy a shower now.

[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.

[He moves to get to his feet, stretching his arms over his head with a satisfied sound in the back of his throat. One can see the way his muscles flex and shift on his back before letting his arms drop back down.] That was good. Not what I was expecting waking up, but I'll take it.

[He considers himself a simple man with simple needs for the most part.

He turns and holds his hand out to the other.] I guess that's right. Wouldn't want to get stuck in here a second time. First time, shame on you. Second time, shame on me.

[Thanks for the after sex show, Wriothesley, Scott definitely appreciates it. The combination that he really slept with another man and that apparently it was good twists his feelings once more, torn between that rising guilt and pleasure, but he curls his hand into the other's and pulls himself up. No time to think about feelings, he'll handle all that by himself later on. It's what he's good at.

Focus on getting a track suit and a shower. Easy things. Tasks to complete even though he's still standing half naked against Wriothesley and letting his covered eyes do a last appreciative once over. Look, can you blame him.]

Mm, I can't use the same excuse twice to get you trapped with me, huh?

[He responds lightly before walking back to the shelf that held the track suits, grabbing a large size and tossing it over at Wriothesley's direction.]

[Is it truly what Scott is good at???

Wriothesley picks up his discarded robe after catching the track suit and uses it to wipe his stomach down so he's not at least walking through a hallway with cum on him. He slips the track suit on, but only wears it up to his waist, using the arms of it to tie around his waist. Honestly, like this, the track suit seems less gaudy. Or maybe Wriothesley's physique just saves it with the way it's being worn.]

Mm, if you ask nice enough I might be willing to turn a blind eye. Sometimes I forget certain things. Doesn't it happen to the best of us?

[A chuckle and he turns the doorknob and opens it. Well, looks like he definitely satisfied the ghost or whatever decided to lock them in.]

Let's go.

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