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[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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