If he could arrange it for becoming a ritual, he certainly was going to make every effort to at this point. Wilson was free to go around doing whoever or whatever the guy wanted, but he could claim he had it first. His fingers scrubbed over Sam's short-cropped hair, touching but not holding the other down (not yet anyway).

His chest heaved, looking more exaggerated because of his wet clothes clinging to his chest and stomach. His hips continued to roll under the hand, smirking at Wilson. "Is that where you want to get all clean and dirty, Wilson? You know I found a private bathroom that actually still works. You can make all manner of lewd noises for me there..." he said, smirk growing to be more of a grin.