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Wriothesley[10♦] ([personal profile] armwriostle) wrote2023-12-22 04:40 pm

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laserguy: (DP: why another phoenix)

[personal profile] laserguy 2024-01-04 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
[With one last wry comment:]

I prefer coffee.

[Once he's sure that Wriothesley is ready, mostly gauging that by how the other man finishes adjusting his robes, Scott gives him a nod before gripping the handle to the door. Okay, time to do this... he's not sure what to fully expect on the other side, although it would be a huge mood whiplash if everything is in a state of ruin. Imagine that, get talked up to participate in a sex game, but it's just chaos out there. No sense dwelling on such thoughts, however, and he pushes the door open.

...

Luckily, it's just a normal hall of a hotel, with rooms centered apart from each other in a way that's almost boring. There's a rush of staff hurrying down the floor that shows that things are busy and Scott tries to grab their attention, and while most keep hurrying on, one of the employees stops to point them towards one of the supply closets. Apparently there's extra pillows, toiletries, and tracksuits there, which would somewhat solve the no pants thing.

He tilts his head back to Wriothesley, as if getting his feedback.]


Wouldn't hurt checking it out.
Edited 2024-01-04 03:57 (UTC)
laserguy: (DP: yes I am judging you)

[personal profile] laserguy 2024-01-05 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[What do you mean you don't prefer gas-station level coffee-- okay, even Scott has better taste than that.

At least the beginnings of a plan is starting to form. Check the supply closet, grab anything that looks even remotely helpful, and continue exploring this weird casino resort with Wriothesley. Even if the other man isn't an X-Man and he really doesn't know what he's capable of, Scott's planning on taking it upon himself to fight anyway, if such a situation arises. He has some doubts, given the nature of this place, but can't be too careful. They were kidnapped after all.

But with his agreement, Scott nods and walks towards the nearest supply closet, his hand pulling the door open to reveal a somewhat small walk-in closet. Definitely enough space for two people to at least be in together at once and as the staff mentioned, there's tracksuits and other supplies for them to take. The mutant steps inside without too much thought, heading straight for the tracksuits on the shelf and wanting to find the right size for them both.]


Large? [He has a few inches on Scott, although they have somewhat similar builds.]
laserguy: (DP: yeah fine)

[personal profile] laserguy 2024-01-07 05:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Looks like an ugly shade of red to me.

[He quips, but he starts looking through the sizes of the tracksuits, ugly as they may be. Fashion isn't high on his priority list right now, although, it rarely is. Hard to really be into it when everything you see is a shade of red. It's not an excuse for his boring outfits what do you mean--

The slamming of the door immediately draws his attention, however, his hand reaching for his shades as he looks at the now shut exit. Well, great. He should've figured that something like this would happen, but he still blindly followed directions without really thinking about it. It's his fault for whatever may happen next and the mutant can feel some frustration building up, mostly at himself, before promptly asking what they want.

Which only garners a simple response from the other side: Kiss, kiss, kiss for seven minutes!

Scott stares at the closed door, his mouth slightly parted because. Seriously?? Are they in high school or what--]


...They're really tenacious.
laserguy: (DP: where's the shades)

[personal profile] laserguy 2024-01-07 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[...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?
laserguy: (DP: am i james marsden yet)

[personal profile] laserguy 2024-01-07 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
...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...
laserguy: (DP: magneto why)

[personal profile] laserguy 2024-01-08 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
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.]
laserguy: (DP: i party)

[personal profile] laserguy 2024-01-08 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.]
laserguy: (DP: smooch)

[personal profile] laserguy 2024-01-09 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
[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--]
laserguy: (DP: i'm ready to be fucked)

[personal profile] laserguy 2024-01-09 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.]
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[personal profile] laserguy 2024-01-10 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.]
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[personal profile] laserguy 2024-01-11 03:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.]
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[personal profile] laserguy 2024-01-12 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[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...]

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