bakerstreet | The First Time Meme

[It's the last day before Dave is scheduled to go back home, the morning of the last day to be more precise, or maybe still night depending on Dave's definition of morning. He doesn't normally wake up before the sun, don't get him wrong or anything, but each time Dave comes to stay it feels shorter than the time before, and it's hard to sleep when all you can think about is your best friend leaving again even if you're going to visit him in a few months time anyway.

A few months really can feel like forever, best friends aren't supposed to be away from one another for so long, and he wonders when he's finally going to give in to himself and admit that him and Dave are probably more than best friends. Best friends don't make out, they don't get as touchy feely as they can at times, and they certainly don't...go further than that.

But it's all he can think about, that, and Dave leaving and it feels like if he doesn't do this now he's never going to do it, and Dave with that cool guy act is never going to be the one to give in first. All these years have gone by and he still thinks he's the coolest. Lame, lame, he's so lame, and so nervous as he finally drags himself out of bed at five in the morning to crawl into the guest room where Dave is, presumably, still asleep.]

Dave...

[He swallows the lump in his throat and climbs onto the bed, shaking lightly at his shoulder and hoping he's not going to get grouched out and shoved off for waking him.]

[If he's being completely honest with himself, Dave's train of thought wasn't much different. These trips were awesome, would never not be awesome, the highlight of the month every time they happen, but the dread of having to leave sets in earlier every time, this little nagging pit in his stomach that doesn't go away and, so long as we're still on this honesty thing, shouldn't scare Dave as much as it does. But that nagging little feeling comes with the all too unfortunate realization of just how attached he is to John, how much he doesn't want to leave.

How much he actually fucking cares about him, and Dave's closet is far too comfortable to ever give that thought more than a passing glance. Not that he's been doing a good job of staying in that closet, not when hangouts with his best bro suddenly included a whole range of decidedly not straight activities that he was sure as hell not complaining about. He hadn't even told John yet. You'd think, if you were making out with a guy, you'd at least be able to tell him you're gay. Clearly, nobody had decided to let Dave's mouth or vocal chords in on that little thought, because he hasn't been able to do it.

But being a grouch and shoving John out of the bed are definitely the first thoughts that cross Dave's mind, because what the fuck, John, it's way too early for this. But, funny thing about not being a raging moron, it's not that difficult to tell that something's on his friend's mind, even in the dark of the room, even in his half-asleep state, it's not a difficult conclusion to come to. John's awake too early, insisting Dave be awake too early, and it's not with the shit-eating grin that would suggest that he'd just thought of some really fantastic prank that couldn't wait until it was an hour at which people actually would want to be awake. So when he frowns, it's with traces of concern, not annoyance, and he props himself up on his elbows, trying to blink away the sleep.]

Yeah? What's up, bro?

[At least Dave has been able to accept himself enough to admit that he's gay to himself, or at least interested in some ass of the male variety. It's more than John has accomplished, his denial so heavy set that he's gone to lengths to convince himself that it's not gay with Dave, because Dave is just Dave. It's different, it has to be different, because if it's not then that does make him at least slightly homosexual, and that's not something he's ready to deal with yet.

He has more important things to think about now that he's finally gotten up anyway, such as what to say when Dave actually asks him what's up instead of rolling over and ignoring him. He realizes that he hadn't thought this far ahead, just following his heart across the hall instead of his brain, and his lips pull down into a little frown as well as he stares hard through the darkness at Dave's face.]

...Are you tired?

[He bites his lip, brows drawing together as he realizes that he just asked probably the stupidest question ever and he should probably take a second to think up something better to say.]

[...What.

No, really, what. Dave raises an eyebrow, and can't help but stare at John incredulously. He woke him up, at five in the morning, and here's the interesting part, when he'd been dead asleep. Dave's been awake for about 10 seconds. "Are you tired" is really possibly not the best line of questioning. Hell, if it weren't so clear that John was worried about something, Dave would be making fun of him for exactly that.

But it is fairly obvious that John's got something on his mind, so he just answers his question with a yawn, and lets himself fall back to the mattress. After half a second's hesitation, he reaches for John's arm to pull him down.]

C'mere.

[Dave's tired, this bed is comfortable, John's bothered by something. The logical conclusion is clearly to put him in the bed. Makes perfect sense to him. Of course, it helps that Washington is cold and John is a heat source.]

[Smacking his own face may have resulted if Dave had decided to tease him about being an idiot, and he's thankful that a yawn is all that comes out of him for the time being.

There's no resistance as he's pulled down, though surprise takes him over for a split second until he's resting comfortably against the soft sheets, Dave's scent and warmth taking him over and relaxing him almost instantly. His friend shouldn't have these kind of effects on him, but he's accepted that Dave is comfort, and that has everything making a bit more sense.

He lays on his back, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly. There's so many things he wants to blurt out and just share with Dave, tell him everything, that he doesn't want him to leave, that he wants to curl up beside him and hug him and maybe kiss him and maybe run his hands up his shirt just to get a feel of him, but hell if he can just say all of that, especially that last part! One thing at a time, maybe that will help. After a moment of silence he speaks up again.]

It feels like you've only been here for a day...

[Maybe Dave leaving had only been a nightmare he'd had. Maybe it was only the first day, and he'd dreamt up the two weeks that he had actually been here and had just woken up from that only to get to re-live it all over again. That'd be the best.]

[Oh. That's what's bugging him? He probably should have seen that coming. It's not like he could say he felt any different, he'd barely even woken up and he was already dreading having to leave at the end of the day. Flying, man. He could never get the hang of that. And then, there's the joy of being closeted in Texas. And not having anyone in the area he can really talk to. And really, can anyone blame him for not wanting to leave?]

Egbert, dude, you know if I could stay longer...

[He trails off and gives a shrug. He knows saying it won't help much, but what else is he supposed to do?]

[It's almost funny in a sad way how parallel they can be at times, sharing the same thoughts and feelings and yet still being unable to communicate very well. John has known Dave long enough to be able to read into him fairly well, and he himself wears his emotions on his sleeves more often than not, but there are still those moments where the connection fails. Moments just like this one actually, where talking is tough and he's completely unsure whether they're sharing thoughts or if this time his are more one sided.]

Yeah...

[He gets it though, those gestures and tone familiar, but even if Dave wants to stay, he can't. That's the hard part, and actually talking about it instead of him just getting lost in thoughts that wind up ending in happy endings only makes the reality harsher.

It shouldn't be harsh. He should be able to let go. It should be real, but not harsh, and yet somehow it is. Ugh.]

I know. I just kinda wish I could go back in time sometimes.

[He turns his head to face Dave, smiling a little because hehe, he's so clever. But they're not doing that anymore, Dave can't jump through time any more and even if he could it wouldn't be extending anything from his point...His smile fades as he scoots a bit closer and reaches out wrap his arm around his friend, resisting the urge to shove his head in against him as well.]

It sucks harder every time you have to go back.

I've looked into the time travel thing, it ain't happenin'.

[He says this with the beginnings of a smile on his face. It'd be funnier if it weren't true, though. Even if it wouldn't do them much good here, he found himself wishing they'd been able to keep some of their powers from the game. Even if he had to go back home, that wouldn't keep John from seeing him if either of them could still fly.

The smile, minimal as it was, drops off his face as soon as John speaks again. He stays quiet, for a while, anyways, shifting to get comfortable in their new position. He even returns the gesture, wrapping his arm around John as best he can.]

Yeah.

... So, this is the kind of stuff that keeps you up, huh?

[Flying is a memory that he'll be trying to hold onto in utmost clarity for the rest of his life. That weightless feeling, how many roller coasters higher than sky scrapers has he sought out in the last few years just to try and re-live that feeling? Too many. At least sometimes when he's with Dave he can almost happily forget about it. It was hard to be brought back down to earth after all of that, but he's adjusting to being normal again. Normal, with a few more friends.

The silence was nice, albeit a dangerous gap that allowed him more time to think, but with his friend so close this time around, it's a little more bearable. Did he really want to talk about it? If he didn't, he wouldn't be getting the chance for at least another few months.]

I think I dozed off for a few minutes an hour ago.

[In other words, yes. Yes, yes, and clearly it hasn't been keeping Dave up so he's gotta be lame for feeling like this. At least it's better than nightmares, but his nerves are picking back up, and he clutches Dave just a bit tighter.]

Jesus fuck.

[Very eloquent, Dave. But it's kind of a shock, hearing that. Yeah, it sucked that he had to leave. Like John said, it sucked harder every time, and Dave did find himself dreading the trip back home earlier every time -- the first time he'd felt it this visit was about halfway through. Only a week left now, he'd thought, and immediately felt ridiculous because, really.

True as all of that may be, he doesn't expect it to make John lose sleep. He doesn't know how to respond, and really, can you expect much else out of him? The thought of him leaving is enough to keep someone from sleeping. That's... well, definitely more than he's used to hearing.

So, maybe it's not so surprising that the only thing he thinks to say is that exclamation. That, and the somewhat hesitant hug he pulls John into.]

[Oh god, okay, he shouldn't have said that. Dave is going to think he's being weird, or crazy, or clingy and shit well, he is being clingy. Shit. He freezes up for a second at that exclamation, or swear is more like it.

He should pull away and stop taking up so much space. He could have just stayed in his bed and not given in to urges, he could have had some self control and just bounced into Dave's room once the sun was up under the guise of being a morning person. Not that he wasn't anyway, kind of.]

Dave, I-

[And just as he's about to pull away, Dave is hugging him, freezing him up all over again. Jeez, his heart is already pounding in his chest just from that, he shouldn't be getting so worked up over this, but ruining his last day with him is...definitely enough to warrant some alarm! It is.]

Oh gosh...[Deep breaths John.] Dave I probably woulda slept if I'd just rolled over, this is something that's really my fault, I usually go to sleep, you know. I wasn't really tossing and turning, it was more just staring at the ceiling and at my posters, I bet my imagination got carried away again.

[He's kind of regretting the hug. Not seriously, and not enough to do much other than get comfortable in this new position because hey, John being a heat source never stopped being a thing that's going on. Dave didn't really think through the action, though, and making him freeze up like that was definitely not in his intentions.]

You came in here 'cause your imagination ran off with you?

[His tone isn't incredulous, doesn't even sound like he's making fun of him. He sounds fairly neutral, at most, a bit confused. There's a pause while Dave thinks that over, and then he gives a short, amused laugh.]

Heh, must'a been one hell of a thought.

It really was.

[Going with that. His imagination really had been wandering, but not onto hypothetical situations of him hijacking an air plane undercover like it usually is. No, Dave, it really has been just you that's on his mind, and as unsettling as that is, he really still is one hell of a thought.

He takes one last deep breath and then takes the initiative of tangling his legs up in Dave's, clearly because the other boy is cold and is making it obvious.]

I guess your thoughts are keeping quiet huh?

You kiddin'? I got this brain workin' double-time, 24/7. Where the hell else you think I get these sick rhymes?

[As usual with Dave, it's all bluff and bluster. While it's true his thoughts are racing now, and were for a while before he finally drifted off to sleep, but like hell his rhymes are anywhere near the front of his mind. John's legs tangling up in his is definitely somewhere up there, though. It's stupid, but he's almost hyper-aware of that contact. Not even like it's the first time it's happened, but, hey, he never said that hadn't been the case every other time. and in the end, the only place that train of thought led was back to guilt.

When he steps back and thinks about it, Dave can almost laugh about how absurd it is. His case of "can't tell the dude you're making out with that you like making out with dudes" is completely ridiculous. His reasons? John might freak. Might think he's taking advantage of him or get scared off by the possibility of feelings, and really, Dave's just about as scared off by that as anyone else is.

The decision to tell John comes in in a split second. Well, not the decision to tell him, he'd made his mind up on that around when he'd figured it out himself, but the idea to do it now was a new addition.]

Guess you could say I got some shit on my mind, if that's what you're asking.

[Of course, he's always going with the sick rhymes, how could he forget? He laughs softly and takes that moment to scoot himself even closer to Dave so that he's definitely all pressed up against him. Only now is he finally content, because this is what he wanted in the first place, to get as close as possible and forget all about his friend going anywhere. His face might as well be in his neck, even if the position is a little more awkward than it would have been a few years ago, before they'd both started growing like crazy but it really doesn't matter.]

Just random shit or...important shit?

[He's trying not to take it too seriously, to not push enough that Dave will crawl back behind his defences and cause talking to not happen, but it's tough. He wants to take it seriously, and at the same time he's nervous enough that he knows any talking is going to be tough anyway.

It's pretty important.

[He's not speaking clearly, mumbling against John's hair. This isn't right, isn't really how he though he'd be doing this. He'd kind of figured there'd be eye contact, a respectable distance between them... maybe even online, where neither of them could see the other's face.

Really, he doesn't know why he expected it to go the way he thought it would.]

Just... try not to freak out or nothin', a'ight?

[Okay, breathe. Keep it even. He doesn't want to let John notice how freaked out he is. Nevermind that, with how close he was, he could probably see, hear, feel his elevated heart rate. Shit.]

Somethin' I've been thinkin' on a bit the last couple months, actually. It's, uh -- kinda ironic, actually. [There's a quick exhale, almost the beginnings of a laugh.] Y'know, me bein' covered in bitches all the time, barely can walk down the street without being accosted by some ditzy fucking babe, right?

All the T&A a guy could want, and I just -- [He shrugs.] -- I don't give a fuck. Not interested.

[Who needs eye contact when he has Dave talking into his hair? It has his chest tightening up, worry and nerves really taking over as Dave actually comes out and says that it's important. Normally it takes a bit more persistence on his behalf, or maybe it really is that important...

Getting told not to freak out does nothing to prevent him from freaking out, but he stays as still as he can and tries to focus on keeping his breathing as steady as he can even if that's a little difficult when he can faintly hear Dave's exaggerated pulse, or maybe he's imagining things.

The puff of breath that leaves him as Dave starts speaking again is followed by a soft laugh, the image of Dave being covered in bitches funny enough to have him relaxing a bit again. Jesus Dave, T&A. He holds in a second laugh, because he knows this is a serious thing, that even through the silly things his friend is saying that he's getting to something that really is serious and he shouldn't be laughing.]

Come on, dude...

[There's a smile in his words, but, not interested? There's so many ways he can take that, and he's not quite sure he should be assuming here.]

You just haven't found the right one.

[His words aren't as light this time around, he's almost hesitant to say it, almost doesn't want to say it.]

No, dude, you're not getting it. There isn't a 'right one'.

[Dave's voice comes out a little more harsh than he wants it to. It's aggravating, though, and while he's sure it's not what John meant, it's not the first time he's heard about someone replying to homosexuality with a comment like that. He sighs, calming himself down.]

I'm -- y'know, batting for the other team. Got a craving for sausage, exclusive predilection for spam porpoise, and in case you really need it spelled out in any clearer fuckin' terms; John, I'm gay.

[Okay, yes, maybe saying this into his best friend's hair while he's all but curled around him, while there is hardly a part of either of them than isn't touching might not be the most fantastic idea, but like hell he wants to physically push John away right now. And maybe the speech was a little over the top, but really, what could anyone expect? Over the top was just how he spoke, doubly so in an awkward conversation, and he couldn't remember the last time he'd had one as awkward as this.]

[Definitely not what he meant, but this is all just confirming suspicions. 'Woah Dave, you're gay?' wouldn't have been a great response if that hadn't been what he'd been insinuating, actually that wouldn't ever be a great response to anything.

It really shouldn't be surprising after everything, and it's not really, but it's always kind of a shock to hear something like that out loud, especially after 'it's not gay because it's just us' has been a safety net for him in justifying most of the things that they've done and the thoughts that have resulted.

Gosh and he really had to say craving sausage didn't he?]

You're gay...

[He mumbles it to himself, trying to solidify it into his brain. Then his arm tightens around him in an attempt at being reassuring.]

You should probably breathe Dave, your heart is beating really fast and I don't want you to explode before I can tell you that I don't care if you're gay or not.

[Right! Breathing. He'd almost forgotten about that. Tricky little thing, that. It takes him a minute, but he is eventually able to breathe, evenly even, maybe even to calm his heart rate down to something acceptable.

Then he almost wants to laugh. Almost does, too, because it's such a relief. He's said it, finally got that off his mind, and John's not freaking out. John's not even moved, he's even pulled him closer, nothing feels any different, and Dave kind of feels like a moron for ever having worried.]

No shit?

... I'm guessin' you'll be wanting to stop this whole... [He pauses, trying to think of the right word for it.] ... Thing with us, then, huh? And I'm not talkin' about the visits, 'cause guess what, you don't actually get a choice in the matter.

[Gay or not, Dave is still Dave and will always be the same Dave that's been his best friend for as long as he can remember now. There's no way this revelation that, lets face it, he's had inklings about is going to change anything.

Unless Dave wants it to. Which maybe he does. Maybe it really is time to stop it, find a nice girlfriend to have a relationship with instead of making out with his best friend. But if he really wanted that, why hasn't he started looking for that instead by now?]

If you stopped visiting I might be reduced to endless movie marathons holed up in my room wondering why my best friend ditched me.

[He pinches Dave where his hand is resting on him, but why does he have this sinking feeling? He should be happy that Dave seems to have gotten something like that off of his chest and seems a lot more relaxed because of it, but he doesn't really want to stop this thing with them, but he might not have a choice in that either, and it's scaring him, making his heart speed up all over again.]

But maybe we should.

[It'd be better for both of them right? If he wasn't so attached to Dave he'd probably be sleeping right now, or something like that.]

I ain't askin' what we should do.

[His answer is way too quick, and he's just as aware of that as anyone else. It makes it pretty clear he doesn't want to stop, pretty fucking transparent, but it's already out of his mouth now. Just a bit late to take it back.]

I'm askin' what you want.

[He's close to holding his breath again. Okay, yeah, Dave knew he'd enjoyed what he and John had going, that was a definite. He knew how much he enjoyed it, and in the back of his head, he knew it kind of had to be a temporary thing, but it was still surprising, how disappointed he was to hear that.]

[What does he want? What if he has no idea. His heart feels like it knows what it wants, he wants to stay curled up beside Dave for days or weeks or maybe forever but he can't. He can't for more reasons than that Dave is going home tonight and his lips tug into a small frown.]

That's a really hard question...

[It shouldn't be, but he has to consider what's best for best bro and what's best for himself before he can consider what he wants. If he was going to allow his feelings to take over, he would already be on top of Dave and...doing what he wants, but he can't just always do what he wants or have what he wants.]

You haven't even left yet and I'm already losing sleep.

[Which isn't really telling of any sort of decision, but he mumbles into Dave's chest all the same, trying to sort things out with himself.]

But I don't want you to leave. Dave, I don't want you to leave, you know, for a long time.

[Or ever, but that's a little extreme to be saying, even if he basically did just say that.]

[He doesn't really know what to say to that. His first reaction is to be... flattered? No, that doesn't really feel like the right word. Whatever the right word is, it's a good feeling. He still doesn't know what to say, though, and while he was pretty sure he'd be content to lay here in bed with John for however long, it, fairly suddenly, feels like it's not enough.

So he kisses him.

It takes a bit of maneuvering, shifting down until he's at a level where he can tilt John's face upwards and leave a kiss on his lips without bending his neck back painfully. It's short and chaste and much more of both these things than he'd prefer, to be quite frank, but it works, and it gives him the time to think of a good enough reply.]

Dude, last thing I wanna do is leave, alright? But... y'know. We only got a day, so let's make the most of it, a'ight? You can... y'know, think about your answer, lemme know later. Don't have to know right now.

[It was, indeed, much too short, and yet it still manages to calm him down quite effectively. He wonders when kisses from Dave had started to make his stomach flutter and his chest feel warm and if he'd ever noticed it at the time and just suppressed it or if he really hadn't noticed. This can't possibly be the first time.

Or maybe it is, maybe it really is the first time after he's spent nights dwelling on everything that is Dave Strider, letting his thoughts wander to places so embarrassing that he can't even bring himself to recall them in his thoughts now, not when they're so close like this, so snuggled up in one another in a pitch black room so early in the morning. It's a great moment, he doesn't want to ruin it, but maybe he should test it out, or maybe stop denying himself for Dave's sake because is it really for Dave's sake if he was the one who'd just gotten kissed?]

Yeah...I'll let you know.

[Maybe sooner rather than later depending on what Dave is going to take for an answer. He's scooting himself up on the bed soon after, getting his face level with Dave's and then he's kissing him this time, but there's nothing really soft or chaste about it, and he's at least aiming for something medium in duration this time around.]

[This wasn't exactly what he meant by 'making the most of it'. Now that John's kissing him, though, hard and hot and wow, there is no way he's ever going to remember what he was just thinking. Right, kissing back. Not sitting there like a dead fish. Dave's hands move before he's really thought about moving them, one threading through John's hair, keeping a light pressure there. You know, in case John got any silly ideas about pulling back any time soon. His other hand landed just above the other's hip, and while he hadn't meant to do much more with it than that, it still wound up pushing up the hem of his shirt just enough to get his fingertips against skin.

Okay, so maybe he can't complain too much about a disobedient hand.

It's kind of a similar feeling to earlier, once he got past the immediate reaction, that still-can't-find-the-right-word happy feeling that settled in moments before. It's hardly a new sensation, feeling like his chest might burst -- with laughter or fucking confetti or like hell he even knows. Definitely not new, especially with the regularity of these visits. It's the kind of thing he'd never admit to, really should just think of vastly fucking uncool because that's what it is, but he really can't find it in himself to complain.]

[There's not much else to do at this time of day, unless Dave would want to curl up and watch some movies, but then his focus would be on the screen instead of his friend and that's not really making the most of it either. If there's any time for this, it's now, when his Dad is still asleep, when everything is nice and quiet and calm and when they still have the whole day ahead of them.

He doesn't even care that Dave doesn't exactly taste minty, he's been day-dreaming (more like night-dreaming without being asleep) about doing this for hours, and he exhales contently through his nose as fingers slip up into his hair.

His tongue flicks out to glide across Dave's bottom lip as he adjusts himself a little, and then he just takes a moment to nibble on him, worrying that lip between his teeth ever so gently. If the jittery feeling in his stomach didn't provide him with such reason to be worried for so many reasons, he would think it's really cool. It feels great, he's giddy, so happy, and he moves the arm not supporting the majority of his weight up so he can slip his fingers under the hem of Dave's shirt as well. After waiting for hours, hours that felt like days when all he had to do was stare at the ceiling, patience is proving to be a difficult thing to fully grasp on to.]

[Part of Dave really wants to wonder where this came from. Sure, he knows John isn't exactly sweet and innocent or anything, but considering where they'd been just a minute ago, this was kind of unexpected. On the other hand, this is definitely making the most of their time. Besides, he really cannot complain about John taking his lower lip between his teeth, and there's not much Dave can do to hide that from him, his reaction is so immediate.

Not that he's got much reason to want to hide the way his breath hitches, or that the hand at John's hip moves up his back, pushing his shirt up as he goes. Patience, as it turns out, is a thing neither of them are fantastic at. As soon as John releases his lip, Dave returns the gesture, tracing his lower lip with his tongue, takes it between his teeth, gives it a gentle suck.]

[This never gets old, being able to pull even the smallest reactions from his friend always has a small heat pooling in him, and he really hopes he isn't coming on way too strong this time because if Dave chooses to stop he's not going to be able to hide a look of disappointment even if he would stop if asked.

As that hand wanders further up his own shirt, he pushes his own further along Dave's side, his nails gently brushing over soft skin until the movement stops as he lets out a very soft groan in response to having his lip sucked on. That will never ever stop feeling amazing, and in an effort to get Dave to do it again, he returns the little suck in an almost silent initiation of give and take.

That game derails more often than not, when he gets too distracted to care about giving Dave the exact same treatment that had been given to him, but that doesn't make it any less fun. Playing around is something he usually feels has to be a part of this, to keep it platonic, to keep it between bros and not delve in any deeper than that. Maybe he wants to start seeing if he can forego that mentality a little bit more just to see what happens, but regardless of anything, it's still a habit.]

[Like hell Dave's going to ask to stop this. He's definitely enjoying it, if the slightly quickened pace to his breathing, or the fact that he seems to be trying to pull John closer to him, as if there's much room for that, or -- well. He doesn't really need to go into all of the little tells for John to know when he's being turned on.

It's John's voice that does it for him, more than the return gesture. As soft as his groan was, and at any other time of day he'd almost miss it, but they're so close and it's so quiet this early that's it's impossible to miss, it sends a hot jolt straight through him. Welp. That's it. He's got to try and get more like that out of him.

Unfortunately, that means breaking the kiss, but he'll get back to that. He doesn't pull back far, hardly does at all, and then he's ducking his head down to leave a trail of kisses down John's jaw and neck, pausing to nip and suck at the skin here and there.]

[It should be embarrassing at how little of this it takes to turn him on, to get him flushed and even a little dizzy but it makes it better to know that Dave is feeling it too.

His fingers flex against Dave's skin as lips find his neck and he tries to keep from squirming too much. That soft blond hair of Dave's is too close to his nose now for him to not just be completely encompassed by his scent and he melts right into him, tipping his head to give the other easier access to keep going.]

Dave...

[Don't stop yet, don't stop. His name is just a breathy whisper and he gives up on supporting himself, pressing fully against the others body, in favour of threading his other hand up into the soft blond hair on the back of his neck.

Once he manages to adjust to the sensations of teeth and tongue against his neck a little bit better, the his fingers start to wander up Dave's side again, reaching further up and just touching as much as he can in this position.]

[Hearing his name like that sends another jolt through him, and earns John a low, appreciative hum against the skin of his neck. At this proximity, it's damn near impossible to hide the way his body is beginning to react, to John's voice, to the skin under his hands -- they've both moved under his shirt now, moving like he's trying to memorize every detail by touch.

He does have to stop eventually, if only because there's not much else his hands can cover with the shirt still in the way. He doesn't pull back far, just enough to make eye contact, looking at him questioningly.]

This okay?

[He blinks as their eyes connect, making some effort to bring himself back down to reality and at the same time focusing on red eyes that still somehow manage to be striking even in the dark. He's laying in bed, practically in Dave's arms, hands on his skin, looking into his eyes and being asked if all of this is alright, and somehow he's just feeling a sense of calm.

Of course there's still some nerves, some things he's feeling that make him unsure, and of course the buzz of heat he's still feeling from being pressed this close and feeling Dave right against him but fuck he is so okay with all of this.]

Yeah.

[He can't help but smile, the gesture still dorky even after growing up a bit. And then-]

Is it for you?

[Because he realizes it was mostly him that jumped on Dave after that first kiss.]

[It's not really surprising that Dave rarely lets anyone see behind his shades. There's the bizarre color of his eyes, yeah, but that's only part of it. Without his eyes covered, it's not really hard to tell what he's feeling, what he's thinking. So, Dave would be surprised if John couldn't see the surprise that passes over his face -- he's asking him if this is okay? Seriously? He's been the slightly more active player, hasn't he? -- which quickly gives way to amusement.]

Hell, I can't say no to you.

[Not quite true, but in this situation, it might as well be.]

[That certainly doesn't have his smile dropping any, the knowledge that he's someone who's able to penetrate Dave's defences so well and get him to say something like that. It's truthful, he can tell by the look on his face, and getting to hear something come out of Dave's mouth without being disguised by a maze of metaphors and weird things is something he appreciates.]

Really? You would do anything that I asked?

[He's teasing a bit but there is a hint of sincere curiosity in his tone as well.]

[That teasing tone from John adds a smirk to the amused look already in his eyes, and he breaks the eye contact, ducking his head back in to continue kissing a line up his neck. He doesn't answer until he's near John's ear, and his voice has the same sort of teasing quality to it.]

Anythin' you want, babe. You just gotta tell me.

[And it's true enough, for the most part anyways. Either way, it's a bit much, and Dave's been sappy enough if you ask him, thank you very much, that it's not something he's going to say without turning it into a joke.]

[Teasing as it may be, having Dave's lips and voice that close to his ear has his next breath catching in his throat, because teasing as it may be, his imagination can still take those words to heart and run away with dozens of ideas.]

You should be careful you know, I could think of some pretty weird things.

[And even if he's still kidding, maybe he will just take that seriously, see what happens if he does.

One hand wanders to find wrap around his waist and he starts to move Dave's shirt up.]

[He knows John well enough that, in theory, he knows well enough to not question that. Otherwise, who knows what he'll wind up doing -- for all he knows, what John's really in the mood for is some ridiculous prank, something that would have him repressing memories for years to come.

But where he is, pressed up against John and acutely aware of the hand pulling his shirt up over his back and the sound of John's hitching breath right by his ear and so sue him if his judgement is a little off. So, instead of changing the subject, or not talking at all, trying to get another one of those groans out of him, he gives a short chuckle.]

Try me.

[He could decide to prank Dave, and probably were if this was any other situation, day, or time, but Dave had said he couldn't say no to him not that he couldn't say no to him right now. That meant there was plenty of time for pranking later.

He's got other things on his mind at the moment.

It takes him another moment, but he does manage to wiggle Dave's shirt off and toss it onto the floor.]

Sit up with me-

[His hand is on Dave's shoulder then, tugging him as he sits himself up and promptly removes his own shirt as well. Then he's moving forward, and really seating himself right in Dave's lap, legs wrapped around the lower of his back as he skims his fingers down Dave's chest. They keep growing so much in between visits, each time he gets to see his friend is like seeing him all over again when they're like this. He has more chest hairs than he had the last time he'd seen Dave in person, they're not as sparse as they were, and the little trail leading down to his waistband has thickened itself as well.]

[Sit up with him? That's his big request? But it's awfully difficult to argue against it, or even do much by way of poking fun at him for it when he's being tugged up, and having a shirtless John deposited in his lap.

That's very difficult to argue against, actually. Damn.

Dave crosses his legs under him, hands starting again at John's hips and trailing upwards, like if he doesn't map out the differences from what he remembers by touch, he's never going to remember what they were. And maybe that's not horribly far from the truth, if we're being honest. It's certainly long enough between visits. He pulls John in for another kiss once he's satisfied, hands coming to rest on his lower back.]

[It's the first request, at least. Perhaps not the last, because knowing that he really has the power here is a heady weight in the back of his mind.

He relaxes into the touch, his eyes fluttering closed as fingers drift up his sides and he squirms a bit because he's a little ticklish but not enough to warrant Dave stopping. Or at least, he hopes not. Melting right into that kiss, he wraps his arms back around Dave to bring their chests together, and he moans ever so softly just at the feeling of warm skin against his own.

This is already perfect, he shouldn't want to change a thing about it, but maybe he's finally worked up some courage. Maybe it's because of Dave verbally giving him some power, maybe it's because he's already come this far after dwelling for so long that it almost hurts, but after he exhausts his oxygen in the kiss he breaks down to press his lips hotly to Dave's jaw. Maybe he shouldn't say anything, but he kind of needs to, because his friend will be gone again soon and he knows he'll end up laying awake in regret.]

Dave.

[He hugs him tighter without really being concious of it.]

I really want you-

[Okay that sounds a little too heavy.]

-right now.

Fuck, John.

[That's out of his mouth before he can stop himself, equal parts surprised -- at John for saying it, at himself for reacting like this -- and turned on. Okay, mostly, it's the second one. Either way, the weight of that simple sentence, combined with John's lips on his jaw have the words coming out as just short of a moan. Once it's sunk in that it was actually what he just heard and what his friend's asking, he nods.]

Yeah.

[As much as he doesn't really want to, as much as he's like to stay there, right up against John's skin, he can get back to that. Unless one of them changes their minds, they will be getting back to that. But, as much as he hates to separate, he leans back, just enough to look at him with a smirk on his face.]

We're doing this, man.

[...Yes, Dave. Of all the things you could have said, a reference to your old stupid comic is definitely the correct answer.]

[His heart is beating a million pumps per second and he just buries his head into the crook of Dave's neck for a moment to try and calm himself. Of course that doesn't work though, how could he ever be calm right now? Even without the gay admission, this is hot, he's hot. Fuck, even the air is feeling hot.

And then he's laughing, hot puffs of air breezing across Dave's skin as he goes and says something stupid like that, something that just makes him smile and makes him want to latch back on but he doesn't. He just smiles at him.]

I practically just told you that I want you naked and you start thinking about your comics?

[Of course he's just teasing, Dave couldn't have said anything better, the dork. His heart is still beating a mile a minute, but he somehow feels relieved.]

[It feels good to make John laugh. It's hardly difficult, and it's hardly an opportune time for it, but it's incredible. So that little smirk on his face spreads slightly.]

Yeah, man. Nothin' much gets me hotter than that. Shit, I'm gonna be picturin' you, all steak-mouthed and wonky eyed, artifacts and fucked-up colors all over. Just lie back and think of Geromy, Strider, you can do this.

[He's rambling, now, and fully aware of it. He's got an excuse, though, as far as he's concerned. He's kind of nervous, honestly, they both are, and the joking makes it easier on him. He's also, however, perfectly aware of how easy it would be for this line of joking to turn this situation from where it's going, where he wants it to go, to something awkward and probably terrible. He's chuckling as he goes in for a quick kiss, barely moving away from John's lips to keep speaking.]

Might wanna distract me before I keep goin' here, dude. Not sure I'm on board with the rest of that train of thought.

[His mood goes from hot to just amused in about five seconds flat as Dave starts going on about his silly comics and he even takes the initiative to roll his eyes with a grin still plastered right on his face.

If he hated the way that Dave started to ramble when he got uncomfortable or nervous or backed into a corner somehow, there's no way he would be sitting on his lap right now. Stupid as it may be, it's one of the things that makes him like Dave even more, not like he'll ever tell him that but that's not the point.

He's still smiling when his lips are being caught again, and surely the other can feel that happy curve.]

You are a huge dork, Dave Strider.

[All he can do is laugh again softly before he's pressing their lips together more firmly, and he takes the time to suck on Dave's lips, top and bottom in between nips and eager licks and damn he just really can't get enough. It kind of feels like he's stuck in a whirlwind, his stomach flopping each and every way, but it's good, great, amazing.]

Hey, you still wanna sleep with me. I've gotta be doin' something right.

[He kind of figures it's the same sort of deal as the other way. He likes John, not in spite of his bad taste in movies, the dumb jokes, all of the silly, intensely un-cool things that make him up, but largely because of it. It's a sappy thought, he knows that, but there's a reason he's never tried to express it.

Not that he's given much time to think about that, because then John's kissing him again. Dave wraps his arms around his waist, pulls him close so he's right up against his skin again. And, apparently, it's not so hard to get him from joking back to hot and bothered, because there's a groan he didn't quite mean to vocalize, and then he's returning the kiss, just as eagerly.]

[Ignoring is what he's going to be doing in response to Dave just saying that out loud and so straight forward, because as much as he's entertained thoughts and come up with mental scenarios, it still makes him blush a little.

Luckily, Dave's eyes would have to work very hard to even notice that now, it may even be impossible with their lips still locked and after he gets that groan out of him there's no way he's breaking away until he has to.

He's never really put this much into it before, or at least not that he can fully remember since if he had been his head would have surely been cloudy, but it's a great feeling to be able to let go and just kiss as much as he really wants to. It doesn't take much more than Dave responding like he is to encourage him to slip his tongue out and urge Dave to part his lips.

His hands begin to wander again, fingers playing along Dave's back and shoulders and then they slowly slip lower, and despite the screams of god this is so gay that he's trying to completely drown in the back of his mind, one of his hands finds the curve of Dave's ass and holds it as well he can while they're still sitting up.]

[It doesn't take much prompting for Dave to part his lips, or for him to respond in kind. It's different from usual, yeah, less hesitation from his friend, and there's no way he's about to complain about that. Or the hand on his ass, though there's no way John couldn't feel the upward twitch of his lips, or hear his amused sound. More forward than he's used to from him, but hasn't everything this morning been like that? He'd almost want to ask what had gotten into him, but it's not like he can't make a guess.

It's not going to make copping a feel any easier for John, but it's a little difficult, sitting upright while there's a guy in his lap leaning into him like this. So, keeping a hand on the back of John's neck, not that he really imagines he'll want to pull away, he tries to nudge at his legs, convince him to uncross them behind his back so Dave can slowly lean back onto the bed, pulling John down on top on him.]

[His cheeks flush a bit darker as he certainly does feel that upwards curve of Dave's lips, but he doesn't let it shake his confidence. If he can't bring himself to be forward now, after everything and getting this far, then he may have had to reconsider everything he's been doing, but no, he's sure.

He's so sure that as soon as he's being nudged, he complies without hesitation. He can imagine that it's not all that comfortable for Dave, he's not exactly light anymore and he is sitting right on him. He has to fidget for a moment, but he gets his legs untangled and once Dave starts to lean down he goes right down with him. Not like he has much of a choice what with being held so close still, and he does have to let go of Dave's plush little butt, but he's not complaining.

Letting out a soft exhale through his nose, he lightens the kiss up a bit, but doesn't try to break it. He's truly drowning in his friends body, the feel and touch and the taste of him and his head is starting to swim. Stopping is so far from an option that he can't even bring himself to consider it even if he needs some air. Instead, he just supports himself on one forearm so that he can run his hand up Dave's side, boldly brushing his fingers over his nipple.]

[Things really couldn't have been better. It was a fucking amazing night, bodies around then, Haru laughing in his high. So fucking good. He was so hard, so turned on -- from seeing and participating in the little fight. Fuck, it was too much. Jerking off wasn't gonna satiate him at this rate. His heart hammered, his legs were moving and stopping on a body to get to the other, latching on and pressing desperately close.]

Ryoki... You're so amazing!

[Ryoki gasps as he feels the blood dripping down his hands, painting them red. The fight, the bones breaking and the screams of pain, those tears his opponents shed and the pleas for him to spare him, all of that brought Ryoki indescribable ecstasy and pleasure. So much he didn’t know what to do with himself.

The half throws his head back, his legs shiver and he feels his groin wanting more and more. Ryoki’s eyes turn to Haru only to suddenly feel him clinging. That brought him to moan strangely, however he does pay attention to him.

Aha. Haru smells like blood. ]

You really feel it, don’t you? [He licks his own lips] Down there.

[Ryoki's so warm, so fucking attractive and amazing and covered with blood... Haru licks his lips a bit, stained with the blood as well, that same red, red blood that runs through both of them. He runs his hands up boldly, then downward, pausing just before he can touch the other's hard-on.]

Mmmn, you know I do. You're certainly feeling it, too, Ryo-ki~.

[And down a hand goes, groping lightly, his eyes expectant and excited for a reaction out of him. His face is flushed and his breathing his heavy, body pushing up further so he can feel just how turned on he was, too.]

Don't ya just wanna come after all that?

[The hand was a bit sudden, but when Haru touches him, he melts rather than feeling uncomfortable. High as hell – either from drugs, either from all of that blood – Ryoki just seems to press against that hand and his hands moved to grip at the lynx’s shoulders] F-fuck… I do. I fucking do.

[His body moves further and with a boldness he didn’t know he had, Ryo forces Haru against the nearest wall, only to press his own body against his. He would normally freak out, but right now he is just too focused on his own erection to give a damn.

Oh and there is blood on Haru’s face. Let me lick that for you.

Ryoki licks the area, probably his lips too, tasting the blood as he gasps again]

[Haru bites on his lower lip, ready to grope him more when he's forced back, gasping and arching. The excitement runs through him and he moves to hold onto him desperately, pushing his hips up and letting out a soft noise. He grins happily and shuts his eyes, bringing his tongue out to meet Ryoki's the second he's at his lips, holding him and keeping him there to kiss him. The rest of the blood can wait. He wants his tongue to mingle with his and taste that metallic and wonderful taste of blood.

He moans against his lips, bringing a leg up and over Ryoki's waist and squeezing down. Slowly, he pulls away from the kiss, breathless and aching for more.]

Ryoki... This is so romantic-!

[Very romantic indeed. At least for both of them.

Ryoki’s hand moves to grip at Haru’s leg to better hold him closer and the other reaches for his cheek, leaving bloody prints as he feels the skin. The half bull tastes Haru’s mouth and his eyes close to better feel the flavor, the warmth, the blood, everything he could from it. When they break the kiss, Ryoki feels even more needy than before]

Haru… give me more. [his need is too much for him to bear and soon Ryo presses his groin against Haru’s, which brings him to moan] Good. You feel good…. [lips search for Haru’s mouth again] You taste so good.

[Haru covers Ryoki's hand with his, squeezing it before rocking upward again, shakily holding onto him as moans slip out. He opens his eyes again, gasping and pushing back some more, just feeling his hard cock against his almost enough to make him melt. He kisses in return, nipping his bottom lip playfully.]

Yeah? Mmmn, was trying to get you to see that before...

[He leans in to lick at his jaw, kissing and then biting Ryo's neck. Clutching onto him, he pushes his erection further against him, sandal slipping off his foot as his leg crashes down on the other some more.

Aching, he kisses more at skin and licks any blood off, moving in close to an ear. After teasing it, carefully running his tongue over the outer shell, he whispers close, only wanting him to hear what he's got to say:]

No one gets you like I do, Ryoki.

[His hands come to squeeze at his blood-stained clothes, his body shivering in anticipation.]

C'mon. Go all out on me.

[This time, it’s clearly a moan that escapes Ryoki’s mouth as the two rub together. When Haru incites him go further, the bull just loses all of his little self control – if he had any to begin with – and decides to pretty much possess Haru right here and there. He’d blame this on his animal side, later on. For now, he doesn’t care.

His hungry mouth refuses to leave Haru’s, nibbling his lips before his teeth traced an invisible path down the quarter’s neck,to culminate with a needy bite that would probably draw blood. Those words were only fuel to him, who so desperately wants to be understood. And Haru is offering him that.

It’s not necessary to mention that Ryoki is pretty clumsy at this whole thing – he isn’t an expert – but his hands seem to want to do their own thing. They press at Haru’s small behind, squeeze it to feel the form and force the other to push against him. Then, Ryoki moves them up under Haru’s shirt, feeling the skin directly; there are no breasts, but Ryoki doesn’t seem to mind – neither does his erection that is starting to feel a bit painful due to the restriction of his pants.]

Haru, rub it… [a needy plea, or maybe an order because if Haru refused, Ryoki wouldn’t be happy. The teenager thrusts franticly against him, body presses Haru further and keeps him in place and his mouth bites Haru yet again, this time on his shoulder]

[His mind's practically reeling, every bite making him more desperate. He can feel some blood come out of one of those needy bites and he squirms in pleasure. Haru moans harder, rocking his hips forward and then back in slow movements, pressing to those hands and then toward Ryoki's erection. His body is hot, his body aches, but he wants to do this at the other's pace. He nods, moaning out at the sudden thrusting, his hand moving downward to rub at the bulge in his pants, squeezing it and feeling how hard he was just through the material. He was breathless, his own erection throbbing and hurting a tad from how tight his shorts were. Wanting to feel him more, he squeezed again, shakily moving his body and lowering his leg.

With a grin, and after a sharp gasp from that second bite, he puts both hands quickly to work. In a few seconds, his pants were down, underwear tugged with it, and he was working over his dick directly. Feeling how hot and hard he was had him melting into every touch of Ryoki's hands, his body pinned to the wall and all for the teenager to ravish. Not wasting time, he jerked quickly, head tilted to the side as he squeezed firmly and moved his hand more.]

Fuuuck... Ryoki, you feel so good!

[With no shame, the bull thrusts into Haru’s hand, hips moving as fast as he managed and strong enough for him to grunt like an animal each time. He didn’t particularly care for Haru’s need right now since he was too busy with his own, but he’d pay attention to it in a moment – it was unfair to leave Haru like that, after all.

His hands, however, focused on getting that annoying shirt off Haru first. At first he tried to do it gently, but that frustrated him because right now the boy wanted everything but to be gentle. And so he decided to pull the shirt with some strength, probably ripping it a bit, but as long it was off Haru that is fine. Once the thing pale body was exposed, the hands travelled through the torso towards the back, fingernails nearly craving on the skin.]

You’re so fucking skinny. [like a girl.

It wasn’t until later, when he finally remembered Haru’s own erection. His hands quickly dropped to his pants to mimic what the other had done earlier, and for the first time Ryoki touched a dick besides his own. And his yellow eyes darted down to observe]

Holy fuck! [Big. Haru is huge. What… is this?!]

[Oh, man,does he love that. Haru strokes him and squeezes him firmly, looking down to watch how his hips moved. Just getting Ryoki off was enough for Haru, really, but he wasn't going to say no to him getting his shirt off and feeling him up. He breathes out, jerking his hand more as he felt every inch, rubbing over the head and practically purring out.

The comment had him giggling, Haru focused on getting the teenager off. He's actually somewhat surprised Ryoki is making a move to touch him there, his shorts off and his hand around him. Just feeling it gets him to push forward a bit, slowing his hand down somewhat.]

Mmn--hah? What's wrong?

H-huge… [yeah, he said it. Ryoki somewhat regrets saying it out loud, but really, comparing his own with Haru’s, anyone would notice the size difference. Well, no matter. The bull isn’t about to stop just because of that.

His eyes travel up again to watch Haru’s body and for a moment he imagines how it’d like full of blood. As if that thought fueled his next actions, Ryoki moves towards Haru’s chest and bites it hard enough to feel the skin break and the metallic taste of blood fills his mouth. Like that, his tongue licks the wound only for a little for he allows the blood to drip a bit after.

Hypnotized, Ryoki’s hand moves to smear the red blood over Haru’s milky skin, the contract making him gasp. That seems to get him even more excited for his cock twitches and the hand feeling up Haru’s dick hurries the pace] Fuck, fuck! Haru you really look like nice like this~!

[And he giggles. Yeah, he knows he's huge. It's cute to hear him say that, though, but he's happy he doesn't stick on that for too long. His hand keeps moving, and he only pauses when he feels Ryoki bite his chest. He moans out, eyes shut tight as the rush goes through him. The hand on Ryoki's cock falters a bit, but he continues on, quickening the pace and rocking his hips. More, more, he needed way more of that. He moans for it, breathing harder and looking down, the sight making heat pool in the pit of his stomach and his own dick to throb.

Haru looks up at him, pushing his hips forward and laughing out of excitement.]

I love it! Ohhh, Ryoki, you know just what to do to me~! Make me bleed more, make me coooome-!

[Pushing closer, he shouts out happily, flicking his wrist as he strokes his dick in return, he licks his lips, bites his lower lip hard enough so that bleeds, too, his other hand coming up to scratch and dig into Ryoki's skin, wanting to treat him to the same pleasure.]

Tsh- Haru! [While not a fan of pain, he is a fan of violence and that’s what he sees in Haru’s biting and scratching. As matter of fact, that makes him focus on the Lynx’s hands and remember the way he punched the other guys, and like that he just feels all of that sadistic pleasure rushing all through him and make him even hotter.

And suddenly Ryo releases Haru and his hands rest at his shoulders to push the other against the wall almost violently. The half huffs and suddenly he thrusts against Haru, forcing his groin against his and the two dicks to rub together. His hips move fast, yet hard, a strange aggression behind his movements that don’t seem to want to calm down; even more when Ryoki’s arms wrap around Haru’s shoulders, not allowing Haru to move away as he moans into his ear]

Fuck yeah… fuck, fuck, fuck…!

[He yelps, back hitting the wall, body shaking a bit. He looks at Ryoki with longing, very hot and very needy for him. Once he thrusts against him, his eyes widen and he moans out even more, harder, more desperately. He shouts, pushing back and holding onto the other as he feels each slam of his hips against his own, dicks pushed together.

So good. He isn't going to last much longer. The build-up is intense and he's on fire, it feels like, charged with energy and bloodlust and masochistic need. He digs his nails into his arms, shouts and almost hits his head on the wall, eyebrows furrowed and his gaze hardly there.]

Fuck! Amazing... you're so... amazing--!

[Ryoki’s own need to orgasm is there too. It’s not like he is experienced at this, and his dick was already aching for it when he started, so it’s just a matter of time until he cums. The bull again reaches for Haru, kissing him hard enough that probably their lips hurt from that sloppy kiss, while his tongue seems to just want to taste more and more.

And finally a shot of pleasure runs through his body and makes him tense up, his hips seem to want to slam against Haru and his hands squeeze that thin body against his own, until finally Ryoki breaks the kiss and the pleasure forces him to moan.

During this, he even manages to moan out Haru’s name, but his voice dies as soon as he presses his forehead on the lynx’s shoulder and comes between the two bodies.]

[Haru kisses him hard and unrelenting, biting down and making it bruise more. He curls his tongue around him, dick leaking precum and his mind going blank, moans growing louder and louder, kiss sloppy and uncontrollable as he just goes with the sensations. He arches as best as he can, hips jerking, and just hearing his name is what does it for him, what makes him cry out and come hard.

He doesn't even remember the last time he's come so hard. He shakes and clings to Ryoki tightly, his cum mixing with the blood of his that was smeared, bite marks and cuts everywhere on his smooth body. He yells and shuts his eyes tightly, desperately holding on and breathing out as it slowly comes to a halt, his dick no longer throbbing and shooting out his release. Haru breathes in shakily, trying to calm his body down, aching all over from the rough treatment, but feeling just as warm and tingly as well.]

Fuuuuck... Ryoki... ♥

[The half bull is still shivering, but when he feels the warmth of Haru’s release joining with his and dirtying their bodies, it’s as if it had just burned his skin. Ryoki gasps and finally regains control of his body and his muscles seem to relax just enough so he’d stop trembling from the pleasure he now feels fading. ]

Fuck… that was amazing…

[Ryoki stays in place, but only for a little while, for his hand reaches to stroke Haru’s face. Being sweet after he slammed himself against that slender body is a pretty nice contrast, but he doesn’t think much of it. His lips travel to Haru’s neck again, kissing it; softly at first, but soon he sucks on the skin, hoping to leave yet another mark.
If he knew more than this, Ryoki would probably ask for more, but so far he has only met a woman’s warmth and gay sex isn’t his area of expertise (well. Not even straight sex is, but at least he experienced it before and knew enough). He did think at some point how it’d be nice if he could fuck Haru rather than just rubbing against him, but he does feel pretty satisfied.]

[The yellow eyes look between their bodies and he chuckles] What a mess.

[Haru nods, breathing in and out and nuzzling against the other. It feels amazing to have Ryoki touching him, so gently as if to make up for what just happened. It's definitely a nice contrast. While his favorite part about Ryoki is his sadistic nature, he definitely likes this, too, humming and caressing him gently. He shivers at the mark made to his neck, to add to the rest of them.

Blinking a few times, he looks down and giggles a bit himself, moving a hand down to swipe up some of it. He licks it off, sucking on his fingers and pulling back with a pop, gulping it down.]

A yummy mess~. [A wink and Haru's arms are back around him, stretching himself a bit before leaning back against the wall some more.]

Hmm. You know, if you want to fuck me, I can ride you and show you how it works. I reaaaally wanted to feel you inside me, Ryo-ki~.

[now that all of the sexual tension pooled up inside Ryoki had dissipated, the regains his conscious state. After all, he just came, so inside he just feels like jelly and his mood is perfect. It’s when Haru brings his hand to lick that when that drowsy state is quickly replaced with surprise and embarrassment]

W-wah!!!! DON- [holy fuck Haru just drunk that. Ryoki’s face goes red, staring at Haru licking his own fingers. Okay, okay, OKAY. He has to look away. Which he does, and tries to think of something else that doesn’t involve Haru’s mouth licking his cum with that mouth of his and enjoying it – heck, who would even enjoy that?!

At first he doesn’t listen to Haru’s next words] Yeah… wait, what? [Ryoki’s eyes open wide and he quickly turns to Haru. Did he just hear something about fucking him?]

[He blinks in slight confusion after he licked his fingers clean, tilting his head as Ryoki looks away. That's weird. Had... had no one enjoyed the taste of his cum before? The poor thing, he almost wants to hug him tight and tell him he'll lap up all of his cum, but he's more focused on better things. Haru meets his gaze and bites back a large grin.]

Hmmm~? I said I could ride you! You've never fucked a guy, obviously. --I'm guessing you've never done anal with a girl, either... so I can do all the work and you watch and learn!

[He shrugs, giggling a little bit.] Unless you don't want to fuck me. You'd be missing out on a lot if that's the case, though... it's so much better than what we just did.

[More than having someone enjoying his cum, Ryoki just couldn’t imagine a guy enjoying it. Of course this is Haru we are talking about, so it really shouldn’t surprise Ryo at all.

But yes, there are other matters at hand. Like being invited to fuck Haru. The bull gulps and bites his lower lip, considering the offer. Actually, he doesn’t really have any reason not to do it besides him being a (semi) virgin and he’d be at Haru’s mercy, and the thought of doing it sparks some curiosity in him.

Quite literally because Ryoki is feeling his body burning up (ah, the perks of being young and totally new at this) – however, he tries to control this the best he can]

… can I? [why to ask again, Haru was the one inviting him. Ryoki comes closer, his yellow eyes locked on Haru’s] Teach me, then. But don't do anything weird!

[Man, is it his lucky day or what? He always thought he'd have to tie the teen down and make him enjoy it, but no. Ryoki's actually interested, maybe if just curious. He has to fight back all of his excitement and glee because Ryoki fucking him has been a fantasy and wet dream since he saw him. He leans in, running his hands over him, eyes narrowing a bit.]

Don't worry about that~. You might end up begging to fuck me more and more, but that's normal!!

[Okay, he's just joking (somewhat). He looks around, humming in thought.] Well, we can do it here, but it might hurt your back. Unless ya used one of these guys. Doubt that'd be very comfortable...

Or! We could head somewhere else? It's up to you. I'm fine with whatever. [Nuzzling close, he slid his hands down and away, pulling back with a smirk tugging on his lips.]

[he isn’t sure about that. Actually, Ryoki isn’t sure about a whole lot of things right now so he is just going along with whatever his lower half wants. It doesn’t feel wrong, but it’s just too much to think about right now. And besides, this is his first time doing anything like this, and he is curious and needy and he trusts Haru who doesn’t care if he goes mad from time to time.]

We can go somewhere else. I don’t want those bastards around. [Ryoki looks at the closest of them. … On a second thought... It’s not that Ryoki wants them around, but he wants to see the blood dripping from their broken noses. And wants to see their faces twisting in pain. And to see them vomiting, to see them choke on their own blood, to hear them screaming, to-

And he is getting excited again. Ryoki grabs his pants and underwear, covering himself before he moves to kick someone, grunting at the feeling that brought. ] We are gonna leave, but I’m gonna miss you so much~ [Finally he turns to Haru again] Let’s go, Haru~

[Yup. Room. They need one]

[Haru gives a snort, moving to slip on his clothes, not minding how sticky he is. It'll wash off later, so he's not gonna bitch about it. He hums, putting his hands on his hips and grinning to him. He takes Ryoki's hand, leading out the alley with a laugh.]

Where should we go?! Is your place close? We can always go to a love hotel for a rest~!

[There's quite a lot of options, though he's pretty anxious to go somewhere. His place was a bit further from where they were, so he's hoping for somewhere closer. Much closer.]

[Where should they go? He has no idea! And he has no money for a love hotel or anything like that]

... my room? [it's not that far away. And they can get there pretty quick if they run, so that's what Ryoki decides. His hand clings to Haru's ad the bull starts running, pulling the lynx along] This way!

[Haru squeaks happily, his eyes bright as the bull leads him on, his legs carrying him and basically just hanging on for the ride. He grips him enough so he doesn't end up stumbling and crashing into something. While a fun idea, he has to be in good enough shape to do what he's set out to do.

He follows on until he's half-carried to Ryoki's place, breathing hard from the adrenaline. Hugging close, he nuzzles, pressed right up against the other body.]

Ooooh, I'm so excited~!!

[When they arrive, Ryoki basically shoves Haru against the door not yet open. He steals a hungry kiss as the two come closer again and while a hand feels up Haru's behind, the other tries to open the door.

When finally he manages that, the bull kicks the door and pretty much shoves Haru inside, only to close the door behind them with another kick]

Take it off. [in a hurry, the teenager takes off his shoes and shirt, pants following, while his yellow eyes are set on Haru]

[He so should have roped him into doing this much sooner. He melts into the kiss, pushing forward and lustfully kissing back, gripping onto him harder. Haru stumbles back, the kiss broken, though it won't be for long. He grins, stripping quickly, even if he'd happily give a show for him. The lynx is getting a bit too desperate, aching for that rough push and pull. His shirt is stained with the mess that had been left over, mixed with the blood of the guys they beat up.

He can still smell it, taste the metal, and it just turns him on more. The only thing he makes sure to take out of his shorts is a small tube of lubricant. There's condoms, but he wants to feel Ryoki, so he doesn't make a grab for them. His clients get the condoms -- but someone as special as the bull? Hell no. Unless he asked for it, then he'd probably do it to put the kid's mind at ease.

Without wasting anymore time, he pulls Ryoki in for another heated kiss, arms around him. After a bit of just kissing like that, he carefully hops onto him, legs locked around him, probably not enough weight to send the guy falling back. He presses in deep with his tongue, humming into the kiss happily, allowing the other to decide where to take him.]

[Not giving a damn about dirty clothes or dirty bodies from earlier, Ryoki's eyes lock on Haru's marks - the marks he has left earlier - and the blood that was still on his skin. Just the sight makes him gasp and his dick throbs inside his underwear which he hasn't pulled off yet because he is too distracted with Haru's movements. His hand mindlessly wanders down to grope himself while he licks his own lips, waiting for Haru to strip.

Once he does so, Ryoki's attention turns to the lube momentarily, but he doesn't have much time to question about it because Haru clings to him next. Another kiss his shared and Ryoki seems to be getting even hungrier each time; his tongue demands to enter Haru's mouth and pushes against his, tasting him like that as if his life depended on it.

When Haru locks his legs around his waist, Ryoki's hand support him and bring his body closer, groin perfectly places against the prostitute's. After he moves, searching for his room and where he pushes Haru down into the bed]

[He moans harder, his own dick throbbing and back to full hardness. Haru pushes tongue against Ryoki's in return, shivering with pleasure at how hungry for it he became. He mewls a bit, pulling away from the kiss to allow Ryo to move with more ease.

Once he's pushed onto the bed, however, it's a totally different story. He lets the lube slip out of his hand and next to him, taking charge of the kiss again. He digs his nails into Ryoki's back, pushing up with his hips so he can grind his erection against the bull's, feeling the fabric that separates them. Haru bites at the boy's top lip, tugs it gently before slipping his tongue back inside, hands raking downward.

His kisses grow more desperate, deeper. The lynx hasn't been this turned on in ages, hasn't been so excited to be with someone else. Sure, he acts excited and amazed with his clients, but this is something else. Ryoki just excites him beyond anything, gives him this rush that makes him moan and squeeze his legs around him tightly.]

[Again Ryoki moves with that animalistic force. Romance? Well, yeah, this was romantic for both of them, who got off on violence. Violence and need and the smell of blood are things that make this whole thing quite romantic. Because this is Ryoki; and only Haru has accepted him, so far.

With a gasp, the bull quickly pulls his own underwear and forces Haru’s down as well. And like that they begin once more to rub together, that excitement pooling up and Ryoki loses himself to this] Haru… Haru… more, give me more. I need you. [and probably loses a bit of his mind along the way. But it’s Ryoki we are talking about. His state of mind is a total mess and right now, yes he does need Haru like burning.]

[locked to Haru like that, his head rises and the kiss breaks so he can hiss while he feels the nails craving onto his skin. The teenager closes his eyes - hips moving fast and his cock already leaking pre - when his hand moves to rest at the lynx’s chest, only to reply the same way and scratch the white skin, that soon becomes red from the contact] Fuck…!

[Just grinding his hips against Ryoki's isn't enough anymore. It's so fucking good, feeling Ryo jerk his hips and the hot friction between them. Haru grins a bit, nodding and moving to bite at his neck, mewling at the scratching. It takes a lot in him to make him stop, absolutely loving the way he moves on his own. He lets go, moving to stop him, putting his hands up against the bull's chest to halt him.]

On your back. I'm gonna give you all I got.

[And if he doesn't move right away, right that second he's already shoving at him, using his own strength to switch positions, straddling the other and sitting back. He breathes in and out, snatching up the lubricant and glancing down. Haru works as fast as he can, not wanting to wait, practically dying to have Ryoki deep inside of him. Just thinking about it makes him throb, and he lifts up, uncapping and then squirting the tube to get two fingers coated well enough.

Reaching back, he keeps violet eyes locked on yellow ones, both fingers dipping and soon easing inside of himself, making a good enough show of it. He doesn't take too long, pushing his fingers in deep and curling a bit, breathless as he shuts his eyes and works the lubricant in just enough. Haru pulls his fingers out, squeezing some of it onto Ryoki's dick and stroking it, working over the head down to the base before holding it there, a tad shaky in his excitement. His glances shifts upward briefly before he lowers his hips down, the lynx biting his lower lip and humming, only letting go and gasping as he gets fully seated, breathing in and out and tightening up around him.]

Ryoki!

[Ryoki grunts when he feels Haru moving him, sort of complaining at this because he really didn't want to stop feeling Haru underneath him. As matter of fact, his hands try to stop Haru, gripping his shoulder, and pouting even. However thin, Haru isn't weak so Ryoki is pushed down and looks up at him]

Wait a seco... [he stops talking, looking in awe at Haru.

What.

What.

What.

The yellow animal eyes get stuck on the lynx's fingers, watching them disappear inside and move around. Ryoki has never seen that even though he is quite familiar with porn; still, gay porn is something entirely new and he never felt much curiosity about foreplay before anal sex (he never thought he'd be doing it, anyway), so all of this was just... shocking? And arousing too, because his dick throbs with need.

When the lube coats his cock, Ryoki throws his head back, but it's when Haru sits on him and takes it inside that he finally realizes how real all of this is. Feeling out of his mind, the bull moves his hips, thrusting upwards towards that warmth and not even thinking of anything else or realizing that maybe he should have waited a bit and let Haru get used to it]

Fuck!

[Haru squeezes his legs on either side of him briefly, hunched forward a bit. It just feels so good to have him inside, and he's already moving which makes him gasp and moan loudly. He doesn't waste a second more before he's moving as well, lifting up before easing back down, already rather breathless. His body clenches around his cock, Haru shuddering and in ecstasy as he feels how hard and hot he felt, the way Ryoki throbbed inside of him just so amazing, even better than what he had felt before.

He arches and winds his body, rolling his hips and putting himself to work properly, moving up and down faster, making sure he had all of Ryo's cock inside of him every time he went back down. The lynx shivers again, leaning forward a bit as he moves his hips more, repeating the rhythmic up and down motions he's settled into. After a bit, he shifts it up, rolling and feeling him grind against him on the inside.]

F-Fuuuck...! Ryoki--!! Slam up into me more!

[Ryoki’s hips move almost madly, at the fastest pace he could take, so eager and crazy, wanting more and more of that pleasure that only his instincts were left. Like a virgin being allowed to do whatever he wants – because that’s pretty much what’s happening – Ryoki doesn’t hold back, and pushes his dick as deep as he can, the warmth just inciting his movements and making his hunger and need grow at each thrust.

With a louder moan, the boy’s hands grab Haru’s waist to slam that thin body against him and the sounds and smell of sex fills his nostrils. Moving frantically and forcing his cock to press against those warm walls that trapped it deep inside, Ryoki lets go all and gives all of himself to Haru who has been the only person who asked for it, at least this much.

The rough hands keep the other in place, however they still allow him to move, and Ryoki’s hungry lips demand for more kisses and bites, along the way drawing blood from Haru’s lips and tasting it with need] Haru! Fuckfuck it’s so fucking warm…!

[That is just what he wants. Haru gasps, unable to move as Ryoki slams his hips into him over and over, causing him to shake and moan harder. He almost screams, dick twitching more and dripping with precum, only signifying it won't be much longer for him. The way the bull moves just sends him mewling and rocking frantically in return, slammed down, not wanting to escape the hold Ryo has on him.

Moaning and yelling are the only things he can think of doing. His mind is muddled, almost going blank with how fucking amazing it feels. He hadn't had it so good in so long. This is definitely not going to be a one time thing if he has anything to say about it.

Roughly, he returns the kisses with fervor, rolling his hips quickly as he leaves open-mouthed and breathless kisses, whining at the bite. His eyes half-lidded, he returned with even hungrier bites, hands ranking down to dig in and leave marks, cutting in enough to make him bleed.]

Your cock feels so fucking amazing! Fuuuck~!! Fuck me harder, Ryoki!

[Harder. Harder.

Ryoki’s animalistic side probably can’t take much more of it. He just wants to pull Haru down and ravage him over and over again, force the lynx, feel him, possess him, fuck him until they fainted, hell if he knew, and who cares, because right now, the half only cares about pushing his dick as deep as possible into Haru.

Moans – or perhaps screams – escape the teenager’s mouth as he tries to take as much air as he can during this, but feeling too dizzy and desperate, makes Ryoki’s hand dart towards Haru’s ass and squeeze it hard enough to leave the skin red. And when the quarter cuts his skin and the bull hisses in pure bliss, finally the beast inside is fully unleashed.

Ryoki sits up while he wraps his arms around him. Thought he had the lead so far, the bull wants another kind of control over his partner, and so he forces Haru to fall down on the bed. All of this was done by an incredibly clumsy, nearly-virgin, completely out of his mind guy, so it’s only natural that Ryoki pulls out while he moves and this causes him to whine. However, proves to be a good thing] Turn. [and that’s an order. If the tone wasn’t clear enough, Ryoki’s hand grips on Haru’s shoulder so he would turn around and get on all fours]

[He yells again, pushing back in need, only to have every ounce of him burning up with lust, every single touch and squeeze pushing him closer and closer. And then, suddenly, he did it. He hit just the right button and Haru lights up, eyes bright as Ryoki moves. His back is suddenly meeting the mattress and he feels just a bit of cum leak out, right on the brink of his climax. With his cock out, he whines in turn, scrambling, needing it back inside.

The order makes his blood run cold, then him to melt. He doesn't do anything but follow through, turning quickly and forcing himself up, ass thrust back like an animal in heat. He whines again, looking over his shoulder, feeling the tide start to ease back, the build-up dull. Reaching back, he spreads his ass cheek to show off his hole, panting heavily. Inside. It's all he needs. One thrust will probably do him in, but he'll keep going. He's far too excited to quit after just this.]

[And since Haru so gracefully exposed himself to the bull like that, he doesn’t bother to wait one second. With a hand he reaches for his own cock and directs it to Haru’s opening and with one single thrust, he shoves all of himself inside, ending with a nice sound when the two hips slap together. Being on top of Haru gives Ryoki the chance to take better control of the situation, while he begins to move madly once again.

Ryoki’s hands force Haru down on the mattress while they grip at his shoulder and hard thrusts begin once more. His hands, though, don’t exactly stay in place. It doesn’t take long until one reaches for Haru’s hair and pulls it, while the other goes lower, feeling his partner’s body, craving his finger nails and leaving red paths from it]

[The thrust back inside makes him gasp, tightening up all around him. He shudders, tearing at the sheets a bit and pushing down into the mattress more by the force of Ryoki's hands. Haru could feel the tears prickling as the build-up gets too much, those thrusts and the bull's roughness getting him right back to the brink. He moans and gasps hard, head back as his hair is tugged. That sharp, hard yank on his silver hair seems to do it.

Without any verbal warning, only the rhythmic clenching and relaxing of his walls and the throb and twitching of his cock, he comes, screaming soon after he spills his release all over the sheets and his stomach. It's much more intense than the one from before, his eyes shut tightly as he rocks back, needing more, needing to ride it out. Haru moans again, one last spurt of cum escaping him and he looks down, seeing the mess he's made, only spurred on to get Ryoki to this stage. His animalistic behavior keeps him turned on, keeps him craving more. He hisses a little in sharp pain, eyes opening as he tries to focus, to get things sorted.]

Ryo...ki... Ryoki-!!

[At the sudden squeeze around his cock and the other’s body shivering madly underneath him, Ryoki is forced to close his eyes and hiss while he arches his back and groans in pleasure. His fingers tighten around the silver hair and nails crave further on Haru’s skin and the bull jerks while he feels Haru clenching so deliciously around his dick.

That stops only for about half minute, maybe less, because he doesn’t even give Haru time to take a deep breath. Hips go back at moving as fast as before, and this time he leans over the lynx. Ryoki’s nose is pressed against Haru’s ear, gasping into it and actually nuzzling him, while his hands wrap around his shoulders.

Thought Ryoki was gentle just now – by nuzzling his partner – a moment after his mouth captures Haru’s neck like an animal in heat, and draws blood from it]

[His eyes go wide as he's still fucked, his whole body sensitive and hot, heart racing. It's almost too much. Haru doesn't have time to breathe in even, his hole slammed into and leaving him shuddering more. He breathes hard, giggling a bit. His face falters as soon as the bull bites down, a loud, euphoric moan escaping him. The blood rolls down his neck, his pupils dilated as he bursts into a fit of laughter.

It's that sort of laughter he lets out when he's crazed, driven wild by typically just violence. Ryoki is so good and hits every spot in him and outside of him that he can't hold in his laughter. The blood had set him off once more, giving him that rush of feeling alive. Squeezing around his dick more, his laughter slowly dies down, a grin still on his face as he feels him move in deep. Haru knows Ryoki can get out of control and that excites him. He wants to ignite that, to be left covered in scratches and bite marks, unable to walk.]

More--! Mark me up more~!

[The taste of blood fills Ryoki’s mouth and the bull sucks more from the wound to have more of it. The movements and the need eventually make him smear this red liquid over Haru’s shoulder and when he moves lower a trail of blood is left behind, from the neck dwn between his shoulder blades. Following Haru’s demands, he just keeps biting, his sharp teeth eventually leaving marks that would remain on the skin for a while, and some of them – of course – bleeding from the force Ryoki bites the skin.

The hands too. They scratch the lynx’s shoulder and move under his body to feel the muscles, but he doesn’t do so gently. Scratches come with it, and Ryoki’s despair for pleasure and all of his animal instincts are carved into that slender body underneath.

Ryoki’s cock drives inside with a slam, being pulled out just so the tip remains inside, only so the full length is pushed back again inside the next second. This, however, will be over soon. Ryoki’s body jerks, the pleasure begins to be too much for him to hold back and his gasps turn into moans, his hips start to lose their rhythm and become sloppy – ye, not less needy – and the teenager is pretty much just shoving inside now so he can reach his orgasm.]

[Being marked up like he wanted is a new thrill. It's so amazing, it gets him so hot and bothered, and he can hardly breathe. Haru bites down on his lower lip to bite back on his laughter, only to moan out again. Over and over, he can feel his teeth dig in and break the skin, blood coming to the surface on most bites. His nails leave marks in their wake and he shudders more, quieting down as he focuses just on breathing.

He only whines when just the tip of Ryoki's cock is inside him at a point, but once he's filled up again, he gasps, walls hugging the length tightly as he tries to remember to keep breathing. It's so good, good enough to almost make him come again. As he pushes back, he feels him jerk and bites harder on his lower lip, again making it bleed. He can feel him pulsing as he shoves inside of his body, can tell he's close by how spastic he becomes.

He begs for Ryoki to come inside of him, rocking back and meeting every thrust with his body.]

[His sounds fill the room along with Haru’s and the bed moving, the hips slapping together, the sound of his dick burying deep inside Haru ass, Ryoki can only listen to that, he can only feel the pleasure that runs down his spine and the warmth that increases on his groin.

Finally the bull lets out a scream, his hands stop what they are doing so they can grip at Haru’s waist and force him to move harder against him] Cumming! Cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!

[yes, he just keeps repeating that. UNTIL. Ryoki’s back arch and he throws his head behind in a cry of pleasure and finally comes inside his partner while he jerks and trembles uncontrollably. His mind is blank, Ryoki drowns in that overwhelming pleasure, he feels dizzy and he’s probably drooling – or maybe it’s Haru’s blood, who cares?]

[So fucking good. It's all he can repeat in his head as he feels his hips move harder, his dick so deep inside of his tiny body. Haru knows he won't be leaving after this. He'll just be begging for more whenever Ryoki can move, whenever he has the energy. It's almost as addicting as any other drug. Haru gasps, eyes wide, face flushed, and then he feels himself slammed back against him, his ass taking in all of his dick once more. He moans, encouraging him with his own shouting, rocking back and forth quickly, moving as much as he can until he hears that cry and feels his dick pulse inside of him.

Feeling Ryo come inside of him is even better. It's so hot and thick and he can feel it shoot deep inside. His body shivers, trembling as well, feeling every last spurt of his load collecting inside of his hole. Gasping for breath, he barely keeps himself up right, head buried into the bed as his ass keeps raised, back cracking a little in the process of moving. His blood is all over his body, open cuts and bite marks stinging just a little bit thanks to the air. There's still so much heat between them, it almost hurts to breathe.]

Fu-u-uuuck...

[What it feels like an hour, Ryoki stays still to enjoy the aftertaste. Which is amazing. He had just been allowed to go crazy, without thinking of the consequences; he was allowed to mix in violence and sex and fuck that was the most amazing thing he has felt in a fucking long time.

His yellow eyes open to glance at the other. There was just so much blood that he asks himself if he had been the one doing all of this, or if Haru got hurt during the fight and he hadn’t notice. In the end, thought, the bull acknowledges he doesn’t particularly care and he doesn’t really feel guilty either.
Trying to regain his breath – or at least trying to figure out what to do – Ryoki closes his eyes again with a dry gulp, until his shaky hands move away from Haru’s waist and he pulls out with a soft moan.]

Holy fuck… [that was amazing. But he doesn’t know for sure if he should say that out loud because, hell, Haru’s back are a bloody mess. In the end the bull just falls behind, laying on his back and looking up at the ceiling, not quite sure what he should say or really do.]

[Haru can hardly move -- which is definitely a good sign. He slumps on the bed completely after Ryoki pulls out, breathing out and slowly turning onto his side. He grins, looking more than content as he gets his breathing back to normal. Stretching, he tries not to lay in his mess on the bed, though he'll just make more of a mess elsewhere with all the blood. He probably should have stayed on his stomach. Ah, well.

What Ryoki doesn't say, Haru definitely will. He's so happy an euphoric, practically high. He runs his hand over his stomach and finds a pillow to lay his head on.]

That was fucking amazing, Ryoki. You were so good... hahhh, I'm a mess~. [Physically and mentally. Haru chuckles softly, mewling a bit as he stretches again. He hums, relaxing and giving Ryoki time to catch his breath, needing more of a break, himself.]

[Ryoki's regains his conscious soon and leaves the animals instincts behind, and he feels goddamn exhausted and even sore from all of this. It WAS fucking amazing and he just didn't have enough words to describe it; yes, he too felt just like he took half of a vial of candy or something like that that wasn’t from the drugs he took easier before the fight and the sex.

While he doesn't seem to be able to catch his breath - that won't happen anytime soon - he decides to finally say something other than "Holy fuck"]

That felt good. Really fucking good. Fuck... I just lost it, I didn't even- [hold back. The bull finally moves so he can look at Haru, and his hand reaches to his shoulder, feeling the marks he just left and - perhaps sickeningly - staring the blood. A smirk sketches on his tired face] Damn, Haru. You looking fucking nice.

[The bull's touch soothes him even more, sending a shiver down his spine in the process. Haru hums, glancing from his body to Ryoki's tired face, his own hand reaching out to pet and caress gently, a sharp contrast to how the lynx can act. He chuckles, shifting closer.]

Mmmhm. I bet I do. You fucked me up good... that won't be the last time, right? You can do that whenever you feel like it.

[An offer he won't regret making. Ever. Haru doesn't care if it kills him -- maybe he wants it to kill him. It's just so exciting to even be near Ryoki, but now that he's been fucked by him? He'd probably come on the spot by watching him go crazy on someone else. Just thinking about it makes him press even closer.]

I bet your marks on me will look so pretty when the blood's all dried up. Mmm~. [He can't wait to get a good look at them. Haru's too tired and bone-lazy to do that now.]

[He was thinking about apologizing for all those marks, but Haru's words told him not to. The lynx really was a masochist, so this is something great in his eyes. And of course, Ryoki will take advantage of that next time - wait, next time?

The half bull is probably blushing now, thought he isn't sure if that's still from the sex or from Haru's request and his thoughts of really doing it later on. But he nods, softly] Yeah.

Yeah, that would be good. We gotta do this again. [And finally Ryoki wraps his arms around Haru, bringing him closer and nuzzling his neck. He might be a violent sadist, but Ryo can be quite gentle at times (usually with girls. But he just fucked Haru really hard, so gentle caressing him sounds like a good thing to do at the moment).

[It's a good thing Ryoki didn't. He would have laughed, most likely. Apologizing for this is never needed, not when he got off on bleeding like that. He purrs, leaning in to nuzzle in return, giggling just a bit. The gentle treatment is just as welcome, though, loving the half's warmth and affection. The caressing gets him to feel a bit sluggish, his eyes drooping until they shut and he nuzzled more.

He hums again, bringing his own hands to caress and touch in return. Gently, with adoration and affection behind every touch. The kid's too cute and too sweet for his own good, Haru thinks. At least they're on the same page. Again means again and again in his mind. He's looking forward to it. Right now, though, he's just happy to be comfortable and to bask in the warmth and affection.]

Can we crash for a bit?

Yeah, sure. I’m fucking tired. [Ryoki chuckles softly, however he moves before he gets comfortable] Gimme a sec. [ the bull reaches for his nightstand, looking for the small vial with Fire Candy. Some smoke or drink after sex, and Ryoki? Well, he gets high. At least just enough so he can sleep better.

After putting it in his mouth to take a sip of the liquid, he returns again closer to Haru once more and offers one of his arms as a pillow. The other hand grabs the vial again and offers it to Haru] Want a bit?

[He watches, scooting back in close once more. His eyes go back to the vial and he smirks, nodding and taking the vial. A small sip of it and he hums, content with just that little bit. Doing too much and he probably wouldn't be able to sleep. And he wants a nap.

So, after handing the vial back and licking his lips, he curls up against Ryoki, humming happily.]

Thanks~. Hehe. It's better from Ryoki's... [And he mumbles something else, already closing his eyes and nuzzling more.]

[The bull drops the vial on the bed, close to them, and just stays still like that. Well, he has no idea if this was a good or bad idea, but it felt fucking amazing so he isn't about to over-think that right now.

And now with drugs on his system, he definitively won't be able to. Eventually, Ryoki closes his eyes too and snuggles up with Haru, to go to sleep as well]

[It's wrong.

Lili knows it's wrong, and she knows that her body shouldn't ache the way it does, and her mind shouldn't be distracted from the task at hand. The battle at hand. She knows that most people (normal people) would look at Ryoki, see the way he throws everything he has into every strike, the way his eyes gloss over with a bloodlust that outmatches even her own, and be disgusted. Lili isn't most people. It makes her crazy. Her heart pounds, her legs tremble, her face flushes.

She's so hot, and she shouldn't be.

Ryoki and Lili, both bleeding, but neither bothered by it, tumble around on the ground, struggling for control. Finally, Lili pins him down, her hands firmly pressed against his shoulders. Breathing heavily, she looks down at him. This is the part where she's supposed to hit him again, but it slips her mind, and she just stares. It would be too easy to lose control, so she stops.]

[the ecstasy of a fight is more than enough for Ryoki to go crazy. And excited. The bull, completely crazy about pain enough to feel sexual pleasure from it, never refuses a battle; and if it’s Lili, whom he knows is more than capable of keeping a great show, somehow that just makes things even better.

He doesn’t mind the blood nor the areas of his body aching and sore. The fight seems to be the only thing he cares about. And when the bull is pinned and immediately expects a punch to meet his face, which he tries to stop by covering his face. However, that punch simply doesn’t seem to come.

Yellow eyes open and look up at the blond girl, as he pants not just from the exercise, but also from his own excitement, which could probably be noticed by anyone close enough. Why is she staring? He chuckles, however] Lili-chan, ya shouldn’t stop in the middle like that, y’know?

You're right. Sorry. [She knows he's excited, too. She can't see it, but with the way she's on top of him, she can feel it, and that's even worse. Even though she recognizes that she should have gone with the pants instead of the skirt today, she makes no effort to move her thigh.

Stop it, Lili. Get up, hit him, run away, think of Leo, do something.

Her tongue darts out, and licks the blood off her upper lip. It doesn't do much. Finally, she takes her hands off Ryoki's shoulders and punches him in the ribs.]

[Ryoki blinks at her hesitation. Why was she…? And suddenly pain spreads through his body as Lili punches him, and the air in his lungs is forced out. He gasps, hand quickly pressing against the sore spot, and Ryoki’s free hand tries to punch Lili back. Since he was a bit too distracted with his own pain, said fist moved to her shoulder, rather than her face]

[She twists to the side, catching his wrist and holding it tightly, tight enough for her fingernails to dig into his skin. She can feel his pulse, the pounding just the same as hers.

Lili decides to throw caution to the wind. The worst that would happen is getting hit, right?

Her meister ability pumping extra strength into every muscle, Lili forces Ryoki's arm down by the side of his head and descends upon him. Her lips meet his, rough and urgent like it was just another attack.]

[The half hisses as he feels the fingers craving his wrist, trying to set his hand free the next moment. This, however, didn’t happen because yet again his arm was being pinned down. Ryoki was about to curse, but Lili’s lips suddenly on his made his mind go blank.

WHAT?!

From all the attacks he expected, he didn’t expect this. Heck, this wasn’t even an attack! And then he nearly chokes. Because Ryoki is incredibly smooth like that]

Ryoki. [Her mouth moves from his lips to his neck, and up to his ear. Her teeth graze against it, gently, but with the threat of more force, while she purrs into it.]

Wouldn't it be nice if, instead of going home to play with ourselves like we always do, we did it together?

[She doesn't wait for an answer, but she does let go of his arm, and allow her hand to wander down to his obvious erection. Lili touches him through his pants, watching his face to gauge his reaction.]

[He doesn't really have time to properly answer for several reasons. One, he is slightly in shock with the offer and second, Lili's hand just wandered down his pants and put Ryo in a dangerous position. The bull gasps - or was it a moan? - and his whole body twitches, as his hands suddenly grip at her clothes]

W-wait...! Lili! [eyes widen open, he stares down at the hand. Is she serious?! ... yeah, of course she is, she is touching him but] F-fuck, are you for real?!

[He has a strong grip. It was the kind of grip that could tear that shirt he's holding right off, throw her down and keep her there. Ravage her.]

Yes. [Plain and simple.]

[yup, she sure is. The bull gulps softly, looking up at her. His erection didn't seem to calm down at the surprise, though, since he still felt tingly from the fight.

The yellow eyes watch her for a moment, before they avoid Lili's face. Except they land at her chest; it's not that he planned that! But he just realized the position he is in and that makes him a bit hesitant.

Him and Lili? For real? Ryoki's hands move up to her shoulder.] You better be. I'm gonna be pissed if you chicken out, Lili.

[wait what, did he just say that for real?!]

I won't. [She's confident about that, looking down at him with a smug, seductive smirk. Lili never chickens out, she's much more worried about him. She kisses him again, still urgent and violent, but with room for him to retaliate. Ease him in.

But as much as Lili would love to rip his clothes off and fuck him now, it isn't very practical. Near is probably watching, too.]

Take it back to mine?

[when she kisses him, Ryoki needs to take just a second to regain his breathe. Kissing isn’t the issue here, he is just really nervous about all of this. Should they do it?

He doesn’t dislike Lili. She isn’t like most humans and because the subject was brought up, he now notices she is quite good looking. But above all, she was like him and made him so damn hard during their fights that he can’t even pretend he didn’t.

So he finally snaps out of his uncertainty and hands grab her shoulder and he replies to her kiss, just as hungry, just as violent. Hips move and press against hers and at her invitation, Ryoki replies with a groan that probably means yes, because he nods after] C’mon. I’m really fucking hard.

[Ryoki didn't have to tell her, she definitely knew, but hearing it set something off inside her, wiped her mind blank of anything but lust. Her teeth dug into her lip to stifle a moan, and before she becomes incapable, she shifts away.

Quickly, but not too quickly, she stands up and dusts herself off. Lucky for them, they picked the alley behind Reaper Residences, there's only a couple flights of stairs between them and Lili's apartment. She takes off, practically running, after making sure that Ryoki's following behind her.]

[Ryoki follows, not wasting a second. He doesn't even bother to look less suspicious about it, he just runs towards Lili's room, making sure he wouldn't lose her from his sight.

And when he sees the familiar door, Ryoki's hands grab the girl by her waist and pulls her for another kiss as he forces Lili against the door. Like that, the half locks his lips on hers and his hips buck, rubbing against the blonde's body.]

[There's a thud as Lili's head knocks against the door, and a sound that's part-hiss, part-moan. Her body moves back against his, the two of them molding together as she pulls him closer. Her hands hold the back of his neck, perfectly manicured fingernails scratching Ryoki's scalp while she runs her hand through his hair.

She doesn't look behind her or take her lips off his his while she reaches back for the doorknob. While nipping at Ryoki's bottom lip, Lili finds and turns it, stumbling backwards into the apartment.]

[Blinded by need, Ryoki seems to shove Lili inside, or maybe his body just went along with hers while the two enter the apartment. The kiss that he still forces on her doesn’t distract him from his original plan of kicking the door close behind them, and quickly rush to shove Lili into the closet soft surface he could find – which ended up being the couch.

Like a hungry animal, Ryoki takes his place on top of the girl, nuzzling her neck, while a hand ventures to her leg to feel it up with needy squeezes]

[Ryoki doesn't leave her any time to make a move before he's all over her, throwing her down and amplifying the ache between her legs with every touch. She gasps, rolling her hips to lean against his touch. This is what she wants, she's wanted it since the very first fight, and he knows just how to do it.]

Ryoki...[Her hands are clawing up his back, shirt riding up with it. It seems like the only way to keep herself under control, or ignore the wetness between her thighs for a while longer. Lili moans at him, words he probably already knew, but it couldn't hurt hearing.]

I want you. Rough, hard, filthy. Can you handle it?

[Usually, Ryoki is gentle with girls, but Lili is just too out of the ordinary for him to be gentle with – probably in the middle of it he will, but right now, her words fuel his animal side and he just can’t handle it. The half bull huffs and hisses softly, quickly reaching to take off his own shirt for her.]

Aha., don’t worry. I will fuck you hard. Can you handle it?

[because not many people can handle Ryoki. Thought she can hold up a fight against him and get excited too, so Lili is probably a great match with him. The bull presses himself between her legs, rubbing against Lili’s wetness, thought he still has clothes on the way. He worries first about her shirt, thought, tugging at it with a desperate need and wanting to see her naked badly]

[Lili doesn't say anything, she just leans in to kiss the crook of his neck, biting down to let him know that yes, she can handle it. Breath catches in her throat when he touches her, but it isn't nearly enough, she needs more.

She moves to let Ryoki have an easier time with her shirt, but doesn't have the patience, and reaches down to help him take it off and throw it over the edge of the couch. Her bra, cute, pink, and lacy, is off within seconds. The body underneath strikes a near perfect balance between soft and strong, durable and feminine. Fresh bruises stand out against her fair skin in colors only they would find beautiful.]

[Ryoki’s eyes settle on Lili’s still covered breasts and he nearly stops breathing. Ah, it has been a long while since he saw real a real girl underneath him, ready to take him. In a way he is unsure since he clings to the memory of his ex-girlfriend, but strange enough, right now his animal side screams louder and Akito’s face doesn’t even come to his mind.

The bull’s hands move to her breasts and it’s not long until his head follows, nuzzling her chest, biting at her bra and pulling it down to see what it covers. The fingers help with the task too and after they explore the soft skin, a gasp escapes his mouth when Ryoki finds a nipple. Like fire burning him from within, Ryoki doesn’t waste a second and his lips capture the skin with delight]

[Ryoki's gasp is nothing compared to Lili's. She bucks her hips into him, and threads a hand through his hair, scratching at his scalp and keeping him where she wants him. The other hand tosses her bra onto the floor.

Then she feels his mouth on her breast, and she falls apart. Lili's putty in his hands, it's all she can do not to just shutter and close her eyes. Her lips are under attack by her teeth, trying to keep herself from crying out too loud. Lili's hands start pulling at Ryoki's shirt, trying to get him into a similar state of undress.]

[Ryoki complains with a whine when Lili tries to remove his shirt. And that whine turns into an irritated grunt, and hands quickly move to hers so he can stop her. At the moment, he sees no other way but to pin her hands down so he can continue sucking and licking her skin, carefully so his teeth wouldn’t hurt the nipple he seems to be delighting himself with.

His erection keeps rubbing against the girl’s groin, thought he also grows frustrated of that because of his pants still in the way. That’s when his yellow animal eyes look up at her and he releases one of her wrists so he can open his pants to drop them]

[She wants to see him naked, but the way he forces her away, pins her down, and asserts his dominance turns her on even more. Her arms struggle against him, but it's all part of the game. If you're strong, you can have her, but you have to prove it. Ryoki won her over long ago, Lili's thought about this more times than is appropriate.

His mouth is amazing, all the perfect and tingling sensations shooting between here legs like lighting. Underneath him, she whimpers and squirms, rubbing against him with more urgency, more need. She can feel how wet she is on her thighs, now, and it drives her insane. When Ryoki lets go of her hand, she almost slips it into her panties to relieve the ache, but stops, setting it at her side, over her skirt.]

Permission to take my own clothes off?

[the bull finally rises his head with a gasp, glancing at Lili’s face before he looks down at her hand. Yeah, she should take off her clothes and he should do the same as well; he was so eager that Ryoki didn’t think of that step.

He nods softly, moving to finally take off his shirt like Lili tried to do earlier. Ryoki isn’t particular muscled, but what he lacks there, he makes up in stamina. And after the shirt is gone, his hands move for his own pants to pull them off, however leaving his underwear still. He can’t come up with a good excuse as to why he didn’t pull it down yet, but it’s probably because he’s shy. Ryoki is, after all, quite timid around girls and thought he is a bit lost in his instincts at the moment, he still understands Lili is a girl – and beautiful too.

His erection is starting to be sort of painful by now, so Ryoki’s hand wanders to feel and rub his still covered need while his yellow eyes watch the girl undress]

[She takes her time. Not that she doesn't want him now, but she's still a tease, and the wait can only make it that much sweeter. The skirt comes off slowly, Lili making a clear effort to drag out each step - get the zipper, slide it down her hips, and over her long, smooth legs.

Lili starts kissing his neck, sucking and biting more than hard enough to bruise. At this point, it was just violence. Her hand catches his, and redirects it to her hip, over a soaked through pair of lacy panties.]

I want you to do it.

[She sets an example, and tugs his underwear down over his hips, sinking her fingernails into his ass as she pulls him closer.]

[It’s actually quite frustrating for him to watch. Any other time, he’d have agreed that a show like that is awesome and that he’d gladly watch the girl strip for him, but that’s a lie. Ryoki can’t really hold back his need enough to enjoy a show like that, and he just wants to jump her and take her – so teasing him with a playful striptease is torture.

However, all he did was huff eagerly, as to try to make her hurry with needy sounds, and when she finally moves to bring him closer, Ryoki’s hips move and his – now exposed – erection rests against Lili’s groin. With few needy thrusts, aided by Lili’s hand, the half bull rubs himself against her, before his hand nearly rips her panties while trying to take them off]

Can’t wait. [licking a drop of sweat at the corner of his lip, when he manages to finally get rid of those annoying panties, the bull doesn’t waste a second and finally touches her directly with his fingers, feeling her wet and excited]

[Her hips push against his hand, begging for more. The chill that runs down her spine and the spontaneous jerk that makes its way through her body feel amazing, but they're not enough. She doesn't just want more, she needs it, and her desperate, nearly whining gasps say just that.

Lili looks down at his cock, absentmindedly licking her lips, and lets her own fingers intermingle with his down between her legs. When they're slippery from her own lust, she takes his erection in her hand and pumps at a comfortable pace.]

You don't have to.

[That draws a gasp from him and Ryoki’s eyes close with a jerk from his body. Lili’s fingers seems to fire him up even more and hips mindlessly move against her hand. The yellow animal eyes open to watch the scene, but they also move to look at something else. Ah. She is really wet.

And like that, Ryoki liked his lips and wondered if he should take a second before entering. Maybe he could enjoy something else. Sure he wanted to puhs inside her and take Lili like the animal he is, but Ryoki seems to want to do something else at the same time.

His hands spread her legs and the half bull moves. Just for a bit, he can hold back just for a bit. While he does this. And the minute after, Ryoki has his head between her legs, ready to taste her]

[She watches him as he moves lower, her eyes wide with anticipation. Lili didn't expect him to take his time with her, and really didn't expect him to go down on her. Just the idea speeds her breath, makes her buck her hips and move them closer to his face.

Her legs spread far apart, her gymnast background making itself useful for more than just fighting. She grabs her breast, playing and squeezing and pinching at the nipple, while the other hand tangles itself in his hair. Ryoki, nestled between her thighs and ready to please her, is one of the sexiest things she's ever seen. She moans his name before he even touches her.]

Ryoki...

[Ryoki’s tongue didn’t wait for authorization. It just moves right away to lap at her wetness, taste her fluids and need and feel her sensitive skin. The yellow eyes close and the teenager seems to be taking his time to enjoy the taste and feeling while his tongue licked Lili. For just a second he stopped to lick his lips and feel the taste better]

Good… [it was a whisper, but Lili probably heard him. She tastes good, she smells good, she feels good, Ryoki’s mind tells the bull to keep going and that’s what he does. His fingers spread her and the tongue searches for the opening, to shove it inside and to reach as deep as he could]

[Her entire body tenses, the hand in Ryoki's hair gripping tighter with her groans. His tongue couldn't feel better, every lick and every movement sends a new shiver coursing through her body. Lili tries to hold still to make it easier for him, but she can't help her back arching or her head throwing itself back. Her body reacts without her permission regularly, it's no surprise that this would be one of those times.]

[I got sick and I soooo need to catch back up on tags all over the place, but I can't resist when I see you. ^^; This number or 01 or 05?]

[ It's all good! <3 and All of them sound good. You pic!}

Sirius was of the belief that he had to be the best boyfriend ever. Certainly the most patient one. Alright, most of that might be attributed to how Remus might be willing enough to snog him just about everywhere, but also very adamant about blocking him whenever he tried to go any further. Not that it was that hard, given that they didn't exactly have a lot of time just the two of them.

It was not easy, keeping secrets from James. Sirius was giving him new and new excuses, though that the last had been 'I just have talks with him about his chocolate addiction.' had been admittedly bad and now James was giving him looks. Plus, Peter had selfishly offered to hide Remus's chocolate from him. By eating it. And he hadn't exactly asked Remus first.

That made, all in all, for James giving Sirius looks, Remus showing Sirius the cold shoulder and Peter... Well, Peter seemed happy enough, apart from complaining about his stomach hurting.

But all of that didn't matter, because Peter and James had just left for Christmas break, Sirius had pissed his parents off in a well-calculated timely manner (It had been easy, too, apparently hexing your cousins fiance wasn't considered to be good form, even if he had a face that was improved by sprouting tentacles.) so he wasn't allowed to be home for Christmas and Remus would be staying for a few more days, too, because there was a full moon coming up and the Shrieking Shack seemed safer in keeping him during the change.

All the more reason for Sirius to want to stay and, so he figured, selflessly take his boyfriend's mind off of things like missing Christmas with his parents and turning into a vicious animal by offering himself up on the altar of lust. Or something to that equation.

Now the only problem was how to distract Remus from those things enough to be responsive to his seduction efforts. Especially because lack of chocolate apparently made him grumpy as hell and he seemed to be blaming Sirius for it. Maybe the thing with the chocolate addiction was true after all.

Once he had finished accompanying James to the coaches, exchanging vital information like just how many dung bombs and various other items James needed to bring back to stock up their inventory, Sirius walked back to the Great Hall and flopped back in his seat next to Remus.

"Worry no longer, Moony, your beloved has returned!" Alright, so it turned a few heads, but upon seeing the source it was simply dismissed as typical Marauder dramatics. Sirius watched Remus eat his breakfast for a minute before making a selfless offer with a way to wide grin. "Should I butter up your biscuit?"

Just kissing had been hard because, as much as Remus pretended otherwise. He was still a sexual being and had teenage hormones running though his body which, since getting a boyfriend. The whole sex thing seemed to be more presence on Remus's mind.But he knew he wanted to give Sirius time to change his mind and even more to the point, not seem like such a easy lay to Sirius.

But time and other factors seemed to stop them going any further at any rate.

He'd been on edge since he'd told his parents he'd been staying at Hogwarts this year. That damn moon had to plant its self a few days before Christmas this year. And his supply of chocolate had been low for some strange reason.

Remus chewed thoughtfully on a piece of toast as his boyfriend announced his presence before staring at him for a moment with a soft smile on his face.

"How on earth do you make everything sound sexual Pads?"

"It's very easy, really. Just gotta have a dirty enough mind. Though saying anything that includes the word 'butter', is hardly a challenge. Now, if I wanted to make, say, the way you drink tea sexual..." Sirius frowned as he thought about it. Obviously he was taking this whole question a lot more serious than Remus had intended it.

Finally he smirked at Remus, leaned in and drawled in the most sexual voice he could manage. "My, Moony. You sure know how to swallow..."

He might have waited, just a bit, for his friend to actually take a sip of tea before his statement.

Remus just rolled his eyes as Sirius ponded it, chewing on his toast and sipping at his tea as he watched his boyfriend.

He arched an eyebrow as Sirius leaned in and damn it Pads. That voice had him thinking about Sirius cumming down his throat as hot and fresh as his tea.

He damn near spits the tea out at his words, giving a swift soft kick to Sirius's ankle as he tries to hide the blush.

"Sirius..."

"Remus!" Sirius said with a bright smile, as if he hadn't just said what he had just said. He smirked and grabbed what was left of Remus's toast. "It's fun to do. You should try it sometimes. I don't think you can be a proper marauder if you don't know how to do innuendo. Even Peter tries!"

[ It wasn't like Santana hadn't done it lots of times before. Lost count. Triple digits, easily. And it clearly wasn't like she hadn't done it with a girl before. But this was different, because Quinn wasn't Brittany. ]

[ There'd always been that friends 'til the end vibe with them from the start, and they'd done their fair share of drifting, but it wasn't like there wasn't good reason for that. They were in high school. They were maturing, some more rapidly than others, and some for very good reasons. The movie night thing had felt like middle school all over again, and just for a little while, Santana could have felt like there wasn't this loss of love with her abuela, like there wasn't a Beth, like there wasn't all this space between them like there had grown to be. ]

[ Because there wasn't space, at the moment - their thighs were touching and Santana wasn't very sure why she was so aware of that now of all times. She wasn't even drunk. Black Swan had been a bad idea, and Santana patiently sweeps her hair off her shoulder. ] Look, Q, if I wanted something this trippy, I'd get something with Johnny Depp. Eye candy withstanding.

(Quinn could make a list of all the reasons her heart was currently beating a rapid, unsteady beat against her ribcage, and her lack of experience would only fall about halfway up on it)

(But the closeness they shared was, to get a little sappy, one of the very few constants in her life. Everything had changed so much so quickly in the last few years that sometimes it was hard to keep up, but Santana was always her best friend. Even at their worst, like the fight in the hallway, they always got over it quickly)

(One thing she wasn't going to get past quite as easily? This damn movie. Why exactly did so many people recommend it to her again? Because when Lily's fingers started drifting across Nina's thigh, Quinn could have sworn her own leg was trembling) Come on, it's not that bad. It didn't get nominated for all those awards for nothing. (Although the guys who ran those shows were also probably huge pervs who go off on it, but she didn't need to mention that)

Awards from creepy old guys who get crazy sweaty heart palpitations when they see dudes with weird faces feeling up Natalie Portman. [ Like mind reading, but, well, they were both catty enough and comfortable enough with that cattiness to coincide on a lot of topics. That had never changed, and that had been something that had drawn their friendship together in the first place. Quinn Fabray had been one of the only people who would never stand for Santana Lopez's bullshit. ]

It might not have been total shit. [ She can't help thinking of the girls on screen, and her eyes drift to their legs, so close together. Quinn's warm and inviting. She's always had that strangely ethereal presence, a maturity and solidity that Santana's been jealous of for as long as she can remember. ] It's softcore porn wrapped up in an Oscar package. Brokeback 2.0 or whatever.

[ Her arms are folded. But she can't bear to move her leg yet, even if her eyes finally move away from where their bodies connect. There's something big in the room that she can't quite wrap words around or figure out. ] You shouldn't have shown this to me.

[ Oh, there it is. In a slightly smaller voice than her usual bravado, the way her muscles had tightened with every bit of sexual tension in that movie, this ugly mixture of discomfort and sensuality that she couldn't quite untangle yet. And then she adds, more boredly and much more Santana-like. ] We should've just done 10 Things again and got all weepy about Heath or whatever people do on movie nights.

(Quinn's no longer even watching the screen. Instead, she stares at a random point on the wall just above it. As it is, the moans coming from the tv are more than enough to send a blush across her skin, staining her cheeks and neck. Through some minor miracle, she managed to keep her voice level at least, even choking out a soft laugh) Since when have you ever hard a problem with porn of any kind? And don't try to act like you didn't watch Brokeback Mountain. I think I saw it for the first time at your house.

(t isn't until she hears that only slightly weakened voice, one that she so rarely hears from the other, that she's able to move. Her arms still rest on her waist, in a position that isn't actually all that comfortable but at least it's safe, but she turns to look at her friend. Trying to block out whatever's currently happening on screen) We can change it if you want to. It's not like I'm actually invested in this or anything.

Because that wasn't porn. That was Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal bumping uglies in the woods. It's like every creep-ass internet junkie's wet dream.

[ Whereas Santana's own cheeks follow suit, but not for the same reason. There's a kind of shame that she's always felt paired with that feeling she gets with the touch of a girl, a woman, she's attracted to; ingrained at such an early start and something she's never been really able to shake. Quinn Fabray is not an unattractive female. And it's not as if Santana's never noticed that before. ]

[ It's just never been a problem until now. ]

[ So she can't look at their legs - not touching, purposefully not touching - and she can't look at anything else because Quinn's looking at everything else and they can't both look at everything else. Her eyes are fixated on the scene that's unfolding ahead of her, and Quinn's gaze burns into her cheeks just like her blush does. Her legs shift uncomfortably. ] I mean, who even understands this crap? But you get chewed out if you're just going to give up on some -- stupid work of art --

[ And then she glances over, she finally looks away because Mila Kunis is stripped down panties, and there's just wide dark eyes and these long tresses of dark hair and, well, it's. It's. She looks pointedly at Quinn, and for the split-second before she raises her chin in stubbornness, there's something vulnerable there. And it's probably just her own arousal. ] I mean, it was your idea.

And this isn't the fantasy of every creepy old guy who can't see two women together without picturing them in bed?

(Blushing is nothing new to Quinn, because even after giving birth and despite her efforts with Puck not all that long ago, she's still just so damn virginal. Especially when compared to some of the other girls at McKinley. It wasn't hard to embarrass her when the subject of sex came up. Santana, on the other hand...well, it wasn't often that one got to see something more than the overconfident swagger she put on for school. Not even Quinn, one of her best friends)

(She didn't mean to stare. Didn't even realize she was doing it until Santana finally glanced over at Quinn realized she was practically trembling. Turning back to the front with a start, she offered only a halfhearted shrug) I told you, I heard it was good. That's all. (When her already wide hazel eyes finally moved back to the screen, she couldn't manage to hold back a soft gasp. Neither one of the girls were much of anything at this point, but worse than that were the sounds. The soft, choked whimpers and moans from Natalie's character. And those were nothing compared to the muffled sounds the girl between her legs was making. Shifting uncomfortably, she did her best to put a little space between Santana and herself. Hoping it wasn't too noticeable)

Okay, fine, given. Two ladies making out is the spank bank material of every dude across the world, whether he admits it or not.

[ And some ladies. Maybe. Santana's legs cross. ] I mean, it's not awful. After you watch Spider-Man 3, you can kind of steel yourself for -

[ But, oh, does she notice the movement. And everything is shut off and everything is crossed and tucked away and Santana might be on the highest kind of defense, but there's a conflict here. There are two very strong, very opposing sides to Santana Lopez, and they are constantly gritting against each other and warring, this never-ending friction. And not the fun kind. Because there is that side that is very aware of the fact that, yes, she likes the ladies, and yes, she's very sure of this and has done many an experiment and tried everything in the book otherwise. That side is very uncomfortable with this, always has been, and, so far as she can tell, will always be no matter how hard she opens herself up to it. ]

[ And then there's this raging judgmental bitch side that just notices everything and never backs down from a challenge that isn't her own sexual identity. ]

[ There's a pointed look back, and maybe it's to distract herself from the screen - even if there's still that acting, those sounds and, oh, this scene was a bad idea, was a very bad idea - but it sets straight onto Quinn's legs. And first it's this hazy kind of regard of that curve of her thighs and that delicate way her body is shaped, girlish and smooth lines unlike Santana's Latina curves and harsh angles. And then it's how they're moving away. ]

[ Santana's gaze flares upward to Quinn's face now, and though every muscle is taut - like a cat, like a cheetah about to pounce onto some unsuspecting prey, she never seems to ever unfold from that predatory fight of a position and truly relax - the way her arm slides across the back of the couch is just as pointed as her look, and there's something that's actually a little angry to her expression, no matter how sultry she's moving. ] What, do you think I'm gonna jump you? Can't handle myself? [ Which is just silly, really, odd paranoia, but it doesn't make her suspicions any less present. ]

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[It had been a blind date that wasn't her doing, most definitely - but now they were standing at his door. She had her hands clasped before her demurely, eyes trained upon the floor, a blush upon her cheeks. She wasn't certain why she'd agreed to this - but there was a thrill in it - an adventure she wanted to go on.]

[There were butterflies in her stomach, and she glanced up at him, a small smile upon her lips.]

[The blind date went very well, much to Jonathan's surprise, especially considering he was certain the whole thing was setup as some sort of joke. But fate had a funny way of operating, sometimes. Kodachi was kind of weird -- then again, if you asked Jonathan, most girls were -- but she appreciated a good time and was comfortable with his choice in movies (at the indie theater because the tickets were dirt cheap) and didn't complain if the conversation veered towards him. All in all, it was an enjoyable experience.

One that she, apparently, didn't want to end. He was going to offer to take her home when she up and asked him if they could go to his place. Jonathan freaked out for a number of reasons; namely because even though he wasn't dating around a lot, he knew fully well what her question could mean.

When they were at his door, he fished around his pockets for his keys as thoughts raced in and out of his mind. Did he forget to clean his place? Would she want to go into the living room? Did she really just want to check his family album out? What if he was too nervous and couldn't --

A jingle of keys broke his train of thought.]

Ah, here we go...

[Kodachi wasn't picky with movies at all, as long as they were interesting and quirky enough for her tastes. The company was worth it, she'd decided - she could have easily afforded tickets to an expensive theater, in another country, in the middle of a five-star resort and casino if she wished - but this wasn't bad.]

[The martial artist resisted the urge to fidget as she stared at the doorknob, waiting for the keys to turn.]

Thank you for inviting me over, Mr. Jonathan. ♥

[Even though in actuality, she'd invited herself.]

[She smiled at him pleasantly, tilting her head to one side, waiting for him to invite her in. She wouldn't have minded if his place was small and cramped - for someone filthy rich, she wasn't as judgmental about those things as one would expect her to be. She was just unconcerned with such things.]

Shall we have a drink and chat a bit more? ♥

(04 is kind of a given, js)

(Hard to say which one deserves the 4 more, in this case.)

Well, you're playful today.

[Johnny hopped about, dancing around Haru's blows as they sparred.]

But I'm getting tired of showing off. What say we do something a bit more enjoyable, hm?

Hehehe~! Aren't I always?

[He followed after, giving another swipe before perking up at that. He stopped, breathing out from all the exertion and the excitement. Putting his hands on his hips, he tilted his head.]

Yeah? Sounds good to me!! What did ya have in mind?

Oh, I'm sure we can think of something, no?

[He leaned in, kissing Haru on the forehead and easily lifting him up onto his shoulder.]

What say we go back to your place for some real recreation?

Hmmm?

[Haru perked up, squeaking and soon clinging to Johnny. He giggled, kicking his legs happily.]

I'd love that~! Let's go, let's go!

I...Wait, where was your place again? You have to understand, I came from an airship. I don't know how the cities in this era are organized.

Oh! Yeah, yeah, hehehe. Sorry. [He looks around, humming.]

We're kinda close... I think ya go straight in your direction!

[Through a series of misdirections, eventually they find their way into the apartment, where Johnny puts him down and disrobes. He stretches out a few times, enjoying the air conditioner for a bit.]

Hot damned day.

[Haru relaxes, about to stretch as well but stopping to watch Johnny get undressed. Looking him up and down, he grins, biting his lower lip and getting close.]

Hot day indeed... need something to drink~?

I wouldn't turn it down.

[He moved in, pressing his forehead to Haru's as he kissed his lips.]

But I think I'd like to enjoy you, first.

[Haru lit up, smiling and moving to wrap his arms around him before kissing him in return. Leaning up as much as he could, he hummed against his lips, deepening the kiss even more already A hand moved down, eager to grope and feel him.]

My goodness, aren't you eager to please?

Mmmn~. Can't help it when I'm around someone as sexy as you.

Alright, alright. I understand. You can get me off once with your mouth, then I get to ravage you mercilessly. Alright?

[He went over to sit at the edge of the bed, spreading his legs for Haru to get closer.]

Yayyyy~!! That sounds awesome--!

[Haru nodded excitedly, moving to get in front of him as soon as he was sitting down, crawling close and licking his lips. He took him by the base and ran his tongue up the entire length of his cock before licking the tip. He opened his mouth and brought his lips around him, sucking gently on it.]

So reliable, Haru-chan~

[He smiled down, locking eyes with him as his fingers threaded through the white, silky hair. Gently, he guided Haru to the most sensitive spots, groaning as he felt his pert tongue slider under the glans.]

[Giggling a bit, he went right to work, sucking harder on the head and running his tongue underneath, flicking it a bit. Haru braced himself before starting to take him in his mouth and down his throat, moaning at the thickness as he took his time, sucking and bobbing over what he had inside before pushing further.]

[Johnny's tongue slid over his lips in response, bolts of pleasure shooting through his system as he settled in. His hips lifted now and then, drawn by his automatic instinct to thrust.]

I think the cat really wants his cream, tonight.

Mmnn~.

[Haru moaned a bit in response, sucking him more and then doing so lightly, teasing him as he moved just a little bit, hands placed firmly to keep himself steady. He looked up, cheeks hollowed before he relaxed, teasing him some more in the hopes he would thrust into his mouth.]

[Sensing his need, Johnny eased up slightly off the bed, getting enough leverage on his feet to thrust into his mouth, gripping his head tightly. Rough sex was something he didn't often engage in, and Haru provided a nice outlet for it.]

[Haru's eyes widened and he moaned even harder, shaking a bit as he took the hard thrusts into his mouth. He held onto him desperately, trying to keep his gaze on Johnny and sucking hard to meet every thrust, even more turned on. His face was red, his eyes watering a bit from the roughness, though he was very clearly enjoying himself if his moans and body language was any indication.]

[When Johnny finally came, his release was very silent, but no less powerful. His muscles from his back on down twitched with every thick spurt of seed that hit the bad of Haru's throat. No sound left his mouth, but his half-lidded expression, along with him biting down on his lip, told the tale.]

[His eyes went wide when he felt the twitching of his cock and then the hot cum shooting down his throat. Haru moaned hard, shutting his eyes as he kept still, taking in every spurt and gulping it down. He looked to see Johnny's face as he came, not moving until he was allowed to, still swallowing down every last drop. He licked him clean after, breathing in and out heavily.]

[It took a little under half a minute for Johnny to stroke himself back to hardness, giving Haru a slap on the ass as he easily hefted him up onto the bed.]

[Haru purred out, looking and watching as his dick was stroked to hardness, squeaking when he was lifted to the bed. He undressed finally, quickly throwing things off and spreading his legs wide.]

Johnny~. Be gentle, okay~? Hehehe!

[He gripped his hips hard and slid the shaft between his ass-cheeks, hotdogging it to tease him.]

We both know you don't want that.

Mmnnn!

[Haru gripped the sheets, pushing back against him.]

Y-You know me so well~. Give me all ya got, okay?

[The tip nudged against Haru's hole as he pulled his own hips back, then he reached over to pull out some lubricant out of a dresser. After dripping it over his cock and Haru's ass, he pushed inside in one smooth thrust. One hand stayed on his hip, while the other grabbed the back of his head.]

[He waited patiently, rocking his hips a little bit and grabbing at the sheets. Haru looked back, moaning hard once he shoved inside. He pushed back, tight around his cock, his body shaking a bit. He whimpered, shaky and desperate for more than that one thrust.]

[His hips retracted, then shoved forward again, yanking Haru's hair as he lanced in all the way. Johnny hissed in pleasure as he set his pace, pushing and pulling smoothly against him.]

[Haru gasped, moaning harder and harder at each thrust, moving his hips back to meet them and coax him to go faster.]

Fuck... mmn~! Moreee... fuck me harder!

[Johnny's hand cracked hard against his ass as he fucked him harder, pushing his head down against the bed as he ravaged his up-turned ass.]

Fuck-!

[Haru yelled in pleasure, grabbing at the sheets and tearing at them a bit, ass pushed up against Johnny's skin. He ached for more, moaning hard. Tightening up around his dick, he screamed out happily, writhing beneath him.]

So fucking good!!

[Johnny leaned over him, lightly nibbling at his earlobe as he adjusted his pace. He switched to short, rapid thrusts, grinding hard against Haru's ass as he gripped his cock, stroking it fiercely.]

[Haru pushed back, just about shrieking when he was gripped in Johnny's hand, only to tighten up around him more. He shouted out, breathing hard as he bucked slightly, wanting to meet the stroking of his hand. He yelled, groaning harder.]

Nooo~. I'll come...!!

[He angled to better hit Haru's prostate, squeezing the base of his cock to keep him from coming too soon.]

If you want to come, you'd better beg for it. I won't let you, until you do.

[Johnny bit his ear harder, as his hand came down hard on his ass again.]

[He writhed a bit more, his cock jerking and his moans coming out hard, dissolving into whines. Haru tilted his head back a bit, shivering and biting on his lower lip.]

Lemme come... please, I need it... I'm so close-! I want to come and I want you to come and fill me up--!!

See there? How obedient of you.

[With a final lunge, he released his grip. He grunted gutturally in Haru's ear as he came, filling the boy's ass with his release.]

[Haru screamed a bit, shoved forward and instantly coming hard, making a mess of the bed with his release as he soaked up what filled him up. He mewled and moaned, rocking his hips and riding his orgasm out, breathing in and out hard.]

[Johnny's breath hitched as his last spurts came, then slowly pulled out of Haru's ass. He lay down besides him, relaxing on the bed.]

Much better.

[Haru purred, shivering and letting his legs buckle.]

Mmmn... that was fuckin' fantastic.

Well, I do aim to please.

[He leaned up to kiss him on the lips, linger for a moment.]

Not many men I would do this with.

[Haru kissed back in return, quickly scooting to cuddle and nuzzle close. His face lit up and he grinned happily.]

Does that make me special, Johnny~?

I suppose it does, Haru.

Yayyy! You're the best, Johnny!! [He kissed his cheek and nuzzled closer, holding him tightly.]

Mmm~! You wanna nap? We can do this all over again when ya wake up~.

Couldn't think of a better course of action. You're just full of good ideas, my petite kitten.

Meow~. [A small giggle and he cuddled even closer, giving one last affectionate kiss before settling down.]

Sleep well~.

{This had been entirely Neuro's idea, but in a way totally Yako's fault. Really, she should have known better than to complain that she was going to die a virgin if the demon didn't quit scaring away the boys she wanted to date. On the bright side, he at least didn't decide to rectify the issue himself; she was a little scared to think about what coupling with a demon entailed.

This alternative, however, was still more than a little awkward. She looked across the room at the prostitute that Neuro had arranged for her and tried not to fidget.}

U-Um...so...

[Haru was plenty patient about this. A nice-looking demon had arranged him to take a cute girl's virginity. It was all good with him, and he knew she was probably more than a little nervous about the whole thing. He kept calm, not pushing her too much as he sat back on the bed.]

Yeah? You don't gotta be shy... Yako-chan! I won't bite, unless ya want me to.

Sorry, I...well, I've never done anything like this before. Obviously.

{She tugs at the hem of her skirt, before dropping her head with a sigh.}

It might be easier if you just take charge or something, Haru-san.

Of course, of course!

[He hopes up, going over and pulling Yako in close. He leads her back, wraps his arms around her, and brings her down. Haru lets her get comfy before he leans in to give her a gentle kiss, holding her close.]

{She's done this much before, so after she sets aside the thought that this is a stranger (albeit a cute one), she slides her arms around his neck and kisses back.}

[Haru deepens the kiss slowly, keeping things careful for now. He wants Yako to enjoy herself as he kisses her, not feeling her up just yet, though he wants to get on with it. He plays with her lower lip, sucking gently before kissing a tad harder.]

{She slid her hands into his hair, following suit. Yako likes kissing, even if it's all she's ever gotten to do with a boy. She's also very good with her tongue.}

[Haru groans a bit, slipping his tongue into her mouth and brushing against Yako's. He doesn't push her until he feels she's ready, giving her a chance to show off what she can do with her tongue before he's moving his hands down to grope her ass.]

{Yako makes a soft, muffled mewling sound and twines her tongue around his. She arches slightly at his squeeze, and bites back a squeak of surprise.}

[A bit amused, he squeezes again, rubbing and curling his tongue, caressing and then squeezing once more with his hands. He kneads carefully, moves his hands back up to her back, moving up and down. His hands eventually come to grope at her chest, gentle and easy at first.]

{She moans softly, rocking against him and taking the chance to suck gently on his tongue. The hands on her breasts don't get a drastic reaction; merely another moan.}

{He shifts his hips up to meet her rocking, groaning more. Haru squeezed more at those breasts, thumbing over her shirt before pulling away.]

Take it off for me.

Y...Yes.

{Yako blushes, but her hands go to the buttons of her blouse all the same. She fumbles a bit, and it's slow, but eventually her shirt is open and she shrugs it off.}

[He watches, not moving his hands until it was off, coming back up to squeeze over her bra, reaching back and unhooking it in one, quick movement. Grinning, Haru, lets it slide off before he take sit off completely, letting go of it and feeling her breasts directly.]

{This time she really does squeak, though it's more from the sheer speed and dexterity of the move than anything else. He is a professional, though, so maybe that's normal. Either way it sends a shiver down her spine.}

[Haru leans in, kissing over her collarbone and up to her neck, running his tongue over her soft skin and nipping gently, hands kneading at her breasts. He cups and squeezes lightly, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples, kissing harder and sucking at skin to leave light bruises.]

{She moans, flushing when she realizes that she actually made that noise. She tugs at his shirt, almost shy.}

It's...only--ah!--fair...

[Haru blinks, then chuckles, nodding and pulling away to take his shirt off in one quick swoop. He immediately goes back to what he was doing, one hand on one breast, his mouth coming to his around and then lick over the nipple of the other breast.]

{She bites a knuckle to muffle a whimper, but doesn't quite succeed. Her free hand goes back to his hair, her fingers curling and scraping gently over his scalp.}

[Haru licks and sucks gently on the nipple, kissing around the area before giving the same treatment to the other breast, squeezing and massaging the one he isn't playing with. He hums a bit, squirming around so she can sit properly, letting her feel how he's starting to get hard.]

H-Haru-san...!

{Her eyes, squeezed shut from the feelings roused by his ministrations, pop open when she feels him. It's strange, in a way, to think that he's excited when he's the one who has been doing most of the work until now. Feeling a little guilty, she reaches down and rubs a little.}

[He chuckles, sucking and licking before moving away, pushing up with his hips and having her come down by moving her hips for her. Haru moves the hand gently, doing as he likes instead.]

Rock against me.

Y-Yes...

{She rolls her hips up against his, biting back a whimper. Her head drops forward to rest against his shoulder as she pants for breath.}

[Pushing up in return, he lets her do as she pleased, pressing firmly on her hips so she can feel him completely through fabric, bucking up a bit so she could get used to the idea of him fucking her.]

Feel good?

Yeah.

{It's barely a murmur, groaned out against his skin. She grinds down against him, her blood pounding hotly. It feels way more than just good.}

[ This is a really, really bad idea.

Allen has been telling himself that since Haru put his hands on him, and it seemed far more convincing about twenty minutes ago before far-too experienced hands were working beneath his shirt and cupping him through his slacks. He's strong, very strong, and he could probably put Haru through the far wall if he really put his mind to it... but he doesn't want to. They're friends.

At this point, he's having trouble even wanting the smaller man to stop. ]

Haru-

[ Taking him by the shoulders, Allen uses the last of his self-restraint to hold him at arm's length, cheeks flushed and breath heavy. ]

Haru, that's- that's enough.

[It really could have been so easy, but Haru notices he isn't doing much to stop him -- yet. He's just about had it with being just friends. He's been attracted to the other for as long as he could remember and he's decided to finally act on it.

Probably not the best way to go about it. He leans in close, breathing shaky as he gropes him more, feels him and squeezes him, can tell he's not too adverse to the idea of this, which just makes him want more of it. Haru is about to lean in to kiss him, probably the thing that could seal Allen's fate. He blinks, hand off his crotch and his eyes narrowing as he's pushed back. He notes his reactions, though, licking his lips and purring his words.]

You're turned on, though... ya can't hide that.

C'mon... I really wanna do it. With you. Just you. [His hands move to touch Allen's arms, rubbing and caressing sensually, trying to lean back in more.]

[ The hands on his arms are just as much of a distraction, warm and soft and so very appealing... but he tries to remain firm, expression almost pained as he stares down at Haru with a hint of desperation to his eyes. This isn't what he wants. This was never what he wanted because somehow, he wanted to be better than that.

He wanted to be the one person in Haru's life that wanted nothing more from him than friendship. ]

This isn't... It's not what I want.

[ There's truth in his words. It's what his body wants, he can't argue that, but he himself? It's not what he wants. Despite this his pressure against Haru's shoulders is lessening, his hands betraying him. ]

[He chuckles a bit, squeezing gently, rubbing and stroking his arms more, squeezing his hands. Haru looks him over, parting his legs a bit as he sits across from him. He's so horny, he just wants to be fucked and to see Allen's face as he rides him. It's not a lot to ask for, in his mind. He drops his hands slowly, brings then to his shirt and starts unbuttoning it.]

Allen... don't you want to feel my hands on you? My mouth?

[Button after button comes undone and he slides a hand down his smooth, pale chest, eyes narrowing.]

You don't know what you'd be missing. I'd actually mean it. I really like you, you know...

[ This is starting to look like a battle he's not destined to win. His eyes are drawn to Haru's steadily exposed chest just as expected, teeth sinking into his lower lip to try and ground himself. Yes, he wants to feel his hands all over him, a strange realization for one that's never so much as willingly kissed a person in his life. He wants to kiss him and touch him and be inside him-

Finally he manages to turn his eyes away, fingers tightening against Haru's shoulders. He's bordering on panting, sweat dotting his brow. ]

We're just friends, and I'm... I'm happy with that. I don't want more than that from you, you know that.

[Each button comes off and he shrugs the shirt off, breathing harder and feeling himself more excited as Allen watches him. If he won't touch him, he'll just touch himself. His fingers come up, then down, slowly but surely, coming to his shorts --

His violet eyes narrow when Allen looks away. He huffs a bit, pushing himself forward with his strength, trying to beat the pressure of Allen's hands. Haru kicks it up a notch. Seduction is an art form he's skilled at, his voice so easily made sensual and softer, his body language telling anyone he wants that person. He has no problems going full-force on Allen.]

But what if I want it? We can still be friends and fuck, you know. I know for sure you haven't done this sorta thing. Don't ya wanna do it with someone you care about? I could make it feel so good, too... just imagine me taking you in all the way until my lips are pressed against your skin. You can push yourself deep inside of me from any position, even right here on this couch.

Think about it. Don't you wanna know what I look like when I'm being fucked? Allen...

[ If Allen had his muscles fully tensed with all his strength behind it, even with Haru's mixed decent he'd have no chance of moving... but he doesn't have his whole strength behind his hold, not even half of it. His elbows buckle and the two of them are pressed close again, Allen going rigid immediately like a deer caught in the sights of a hungry predator, ready to bolt.

He wants to bolt. Somehow, he can't. ]

Stop it.

[ He's pressed back against the arm of the couch; escape wouldn't be easy but he's clearly considering it, eyes darting to the side. If he doesn't get out of here he's not sure if he'll be able to hold him off. ]

This isn't something we should just-

[ Does he have to press against him like that? It's very distracting, and it's making his cock ache so bad he can't think straight. ]

[He's pushing forward, crawling over him before he can make a clear bolt for it. Haru straddles him, pressing down where his cock is, grinding gently. He leans in, hands roaming up Allen's chest, his lips hovering close. To shut him up, he makes a move to kiss him, his body hot and needy. He rolls his hips, hands finding Allen's and holding them in the case he pushed him away again. He's always known his skill, has claimed he could just shove a guy down and make him bend to his will. He wants this, needs this.

Allen's strong. He knows it. He knows he's already broken him down a notch, or else he wouldn't have gotten far at all. He puts forth all his efforts, kissing deeply, hips moving slowly. He moans quietly, already aching for more than just this, but at least wanting him to warm up to the idea and change his mind.]

[ The grinding is quite nearly enough to do him in by itself. The roll of hips cuts off his complaints in a strangled gasp, muscles twitching and tensing with the violent need that now seeks to overrun logic and sanity. As anticipated, the kiss does well to seal the deal; though his hands are flexing almost convulsively against the couch in a display of his malcontent but his lips soon part in an unconscious invitation, the needs of his body finally starting to break down his convictions as a human being.

Words cannot describe the soul-crushing regret that will dominate him once he's back to his senses.

His hands twist free of Haru's, but rather than throwing him off like he should he finds them on his friend's waist, hips rolling up to meet the warmth of his body to earn a tremulous moan muffled against heated lips. This feels amazing and though he's avoided every single advance Haru has made on him for the duration of his friendship -- this time, he just can't fight him off anymore. ]

[Haru moans more, those hips moving up to meet his own sending him shivering and aching for more. He pulls his lips away to rock even harder, hands supporting himself. He looks at Allen desperately, just grinding against him making him feel beyond amazing. He bounces, doing so lightly enough so he didn't make it uncomfortable, squirming and planting his hands on his torso so he can arch his back.

Stopping is something he doesn't want to do, but he had to focus on getting him undressed, hands working on his top, feeling him up in the process. His slacks would prove much easier, for Haru anyway, as they're undone and slid down in a flash, his hips lifting up as he leans in, yanking the underwear down at the same time. He licks his lips, moving to wrap a hand around him directly, stroking lightly.]

[ The rocking and grinding utterly destroys him, propriety crumbling away in the face of base desires and Haru's talented hands. Suddenly he wants this more than anything, fingers kneading eagerly at the other's hips to spur him onwards. He's so very enthralled that he even lets out a sound of total displeasure when Haru draws away -- though his distress is assuaged well enough by the hands on his chest while his shirt is unbuttoned, exposing the heavy scarring across the pale expanse of his skin.

There's enough sense left in him to seem at least a little scandalized when his pants are worked open... but it's short-lived, easily forgotten when he feels a hand other than his own wrap around the ache of his erection for the first time in his young life. ]

Ahh-

[ His head falls forward, forehead pressing hard to Haru's shoulder as his hands lift to grasp at his hips again, this time hard enough for his nails to bite sharply into the other's delicate skin. This feels absolutely amazing and, while he'll hate himself for it later, right now he can't imagine why he put this off so long in the first place. ]

[He hums an amused noise, squeezing gently before moving his hand up and down, careful and slow to lead him into it at first. He only pulls away to lick his hand, making it somewhat easier to go over. Haru moans at the sensation of Allen gripping his hips, spurring him on to pump him faster, thumbing over the sensitive head before stroking him again.

He repeats his motions, speeding up and then slowing down, his own breath coming out heavily, turned on and so very anxious to go further.]

Lay back. I can't do what I want if you're clinging to me.

[He giggles a bit, licking his lips and slowing his hand down. His thumb rubs in circles, teasingly light as he feels him up and down, feeling his cock throb and react accordingly. His treatment with his hand is short, only because he wants Allen to feel even better. Sure, he probably has all the time in the world, but he's dying to get a taste of him.]

[ Each twist and pull of Haru's hand earns a noise of choked desperation, Allen trying to at least be quiet now that he's somehow allowed himself to succumb to this horrible and wonderful experiment of sexuality. The demand Haru makes earns a hesitant biting of his lip... but he complies far more readily that he should, leaning back against the armrest before his head falls back with a stifled groan while Haru's thumb works against him in ways he never thought of in his very-rare moments of self-pleasure. His friend definitely, definitely knows what he's doing and Allen has turned to putty in his hands.

Still, some part of him knows better, and even with his hips arching he finds his voice again, small and strangled though it may be. ]

H-aru, this- ah - we c-can't just-

[ That's about as far as he gets before a little "oh god" escapes him and all resistance is lost, hips rolling eagerly up against the hand wrapped around him that seems so intent on teasing him to madness. He's never been this turned on in his entire life, and if Haru doesn't do something more serious he's going to lose it. ]

[Haru squirms closer, moving back, his eyes practically lighting up. He ignores his stubborn whines and after he rolls his hips, he leans in to run over the length of Allen's cock with his tongue, slowly but surely. Just feeling how hot he was with his tongue and how his cock pulsed against him just made him hurry on, lips following as he ghosted over one whole side. He traced the underside of the head of his cock, bringing his lips to suck on the bulbous head.

He's far too eager to suck him off. Feeling the heat, absorbing it and getting his cock wet... it all felt too good. Haru moans around him, and after bracing himself just the tiniest bit, he takes him in to the base, relaxing his muscles and groaning harder.

Where he is, he sucks gently, massaging skin to stimulate other places, trying to coax him to move. He looks up with his violet eyes, face filled with ecstasy and pure satisfaction since he got him to crumble. He should feel bad, but Haru's a terrible friend. That's common knowledge. Eventually, he moves on his own, giving no mercy as his cheeks hollow a bit, bobbing gently and getting just the right angle so he'd hit the back of his throat -- which only served to stimulate himself.]

[ That conviction he'd held earlier to at least keep his volume in check is scattered to the far winds as soon as Haru's tongue sets to work, a shuddering gasp soon becoming a choked sound of desperation when hot lips close around the head of his cock. It's absolutely mind-blowing but still feels like something more to fan the flames than draw him closer to climax, making him hot all over and pant heavily with need. He wants more... and a moment later he gets it.

A low, drawn-out groan escapes him as his entire length is taken in by soft lips and a hot, wet mouth that soon surrounds him on all sides, his head falling back against the arm rest and eyes screwing tightly shut. It takes everything he has not to thrust up into his throat, hands moving down to tangle fiercely into his lover's hair. He doesn't want to arch into him for fear of hurting him in the process -- but soon Haru takes care of that for him as well, bobbing his head and earning another guttural sound and a painful twist of fingers in his hair. ]

Hah- Oh god-

[ He's panting and trembling already, fingers scrabbling for purchase. He doesn't mean to hurt him, but he's not in the best position to rein himself in at the moment; there's no doubt Haru's scalp will be aching for hours after this. ]

[He moans harder as Allen tugs and twists his fingers in his hair, hissing a bit in sharp pain. That just sets him off to work twice as hard, moving faster, swallowing down to the base each time. Haru keeps his eyes set on the other, noises coming out as he moves, though he keeps himself steeled and not coming up for a break until he absolutely needs to. When he does, he pulls back, stroking Allen's cock with need as he breathes in and out hard, taking the minimal time he feels he needs. Before the other can groan or whine, his mouth is around him again, bobbing lightly on the head to tease and prod him.

Flicking over the underside, he flattens his tongue out again shortly after, sliding him back down his mouth with ease. Quickly, he picks the pace back up, practically burning with desire to have him at the back of his throat, more than eager to please. Haru moans lowly, slurping and sucking as he sucks harder, applying more pressure to his cock.]

[ A more experienced person would find that Haru could give them a run for their money; for Allen, who could likely count on one hand the number of times he's pleasured himself, it's beyond anything he could have imagined and almost too much to take. His hips are arching despite his previous conviction to stay still, each breath bringing with it a desperate groan that rattles him to his core. The press of his tongue, the heat of his throat, those filthy sounds, everything is building up so fast that he's almost sobbing for more.

When Haru takes him back in again Allen throws his head back with a gasp of his name, twisting at his hair and rocking up against the welcoming lips wrapped around him. He's starting to feel a familiar heat building in him already, spreading through his limbs and making his toes curl. What little remains of his sanity steels itself, not wanting to do something as fithy as that in the mouth of his dear friend. He tugs at his hair, desperate to make him stop. ]

Wh... Nh- Wait, Ha... Haru... Stop-

[Stopping is absolutely impossible for him. Just hearing his desperation, feeling that throbbing of his cock as his need to release builds up, makes him that much more unable to stop. Haru only works harder, sucking and bobbing quickly, the tugging on his hair not even slowing him down. He moans, taking him in deep, going back all the way until his lips were at the base of his cock. He practically traps him there, wanting nothing more than to taste what he's got stocked up in there. It must be a lot, since the guy's a complete virgin and practically never touches himself. This is something he can gauge just by sucking him off.

He sucks harder, needing more of that rocking he felt before. He can't stop. Later, he's sure Allen will feel guilty -- but he'll just have to convince him not to feel that way. Currently, getting him to come is his ultimate goal. His cheeks puff out a bit before they hollow, Haru sucking more and more, no signs of him slowing down or even stopping apparent.]

[ so here they were. naked. looking at each other. sitting on a bed. hell, they'd even gotten a condom ready and everything. still, she wasn't .. she wasn't sure. was this the right thing to do?

Rukia had always avoided going this far .. because it meant something. because it meant that there was emotional attachment. and oh, this is Ichigo and she loves him, but. she couldn't get over that mental block.

a-and she's nervous about being naked.]

[They had gotten this far, and that was a miracle all on it's own. But now that they were paused and just...staring at each other while naked (WHILE NAKED BEING A HUGE THING)? Ichigo was a little unsure himself.

Not even a little bit. Incredibly unsure. Not even just because the idea of crossing this line was just...downright terrifying, he had to be completely worried about what every virgin worried about. What if he was awful? It's not like he's ever done anything like this before...hardly even close. The poor guy has no clue what he's doing really...just that he wants to. Despite being absolutely horrified.

Rukia seems hesitant too though, it's not like he wouldn't notice something like that having had the girl living in his closet for as long as she did.]

R-Rukia...

[The orange haired teen swallowed hard and bit into his lower lip, hesitating on speaking, too.] A-are you sure you...ah...want to...?

[To her credit, she's keeping her eyes on his face! After all, he'd only get flustered if she looked anywhere else. Being a virgin is bad, but being an 115+ year-old virgin has to take the cake. You know enough about life to know what is supposed to happen, but not enough to know where exactly this is supposed to start.

Dammit. And now she can't .. she can't think about anything. Her gaze slipped for a moment, and then settled on his lips.]

Y-Yes, of c-course I want to-- A-Ah..

[How does she admit this? How can she tell him?]

I don't know .. t-that is .. I was always training, I never really...

[She's going to die.]

T-T-This is kind of new to me.

[Did his face just seem to soften in some relief? Sure did! Ichigo even finds himself laughing, just a tiny barely-there kind of laugh as he glances away and blushes even more.]

That's relieving...h-honestly...[Ichigo pauses and glances up again, trying to offer her an awkwardly small, reassuring smile. Seriously, all the relief is being had right now. At least he isn't the only one who doesn't know, that takes away one of his disadvantages, right?]

I'm completely clueless about what 'm ah...yeah...it's new to me, too.

[he better not laugh! her fist snakes out and catches him on the shoulder, though she's not really angry. she's just more happy he's not mad! all this time - had he thought that she knew what she was doing more than he did? how .. embarrassing. she didn't want him to go into this with any misconceptions.]

Y-You think so?

[she manages a smile as well, just as small as his. and you know what? one of her hands is going to reach over and twine in his larger one. maybe .. they would be okay?]

I d-don't know how to s-start .. but we could .. try and kiss?

[Rukia is a lot older than him so he didn't want to assume she hadn't. Hell, he tried not to assume anything about anyone when it came to sex. The subject was just so horrifying to him normally...

Ichigo chews on his lip for a moment while she speaks, letting his hand be taken by hers and squeezing gently as if to say that the touch was welcome. The suggestion that they start by kissing actually sounds...good, not as nerve-wracking as before, at least!]

A-alright.

[Ichigo leans in while giving a small tug on her hand to pull her in at the same time, hesitating only briefly before kissing her. Just a soft peck, for now.]

[Either way you look at Rukia's age, he's going to Hell. She's either a lot younger than him, since she died when she was only a baby; or a lot older. He can't win in this situation, so he might as well discard her age all together. ~~She's still allowed to pull the age card, however.]~~

I-If you..

[Mm. Her hand in his is warm and she gives him a tiny squeeze back, leaning in just as carefully and gently as he does. His lips are warm. And soft. Leaning in again, she brushed her lips against the corner of his mouth, before finally finding her target. Even warmer..]

... maybe .. again..

[Yeah, so is she if it's looked at from some similar angles! But that's beside the point!

Ichigo lets his other hand come up so he can brush some of Rukia's hair back, and he keeps it there above her ear as he raises his eyes to meet hers when she speaks. Somehow it makes him smile a little but it's not something she'll see for long. Because he's kissing her again, a little bit more fully than before. Still just a simple kiss though, because well. They have all the time in the world to get to the finish line, so to speak...and the thought of just jumping right into that part still has his heart racing in slight fear.

Maybe if they both just...relaxed, right? How could they go that far if they couldn't even kiss comfortably?]

[She has to try and relax. Even if all of this is making her all kinds of fluttery nervous, even if she's not sure where to start - he won't make fun of her, right? Not for something like this! Carefully, she removed her hand from his bigger one and rested it on his chest - the first body to body contact they had other than the kiss. Leaning against him was warm. Kissing him was even warmer.

A bit more boldly, her tongue slipped out and brushed against his lower lip, tentatively. Carefully. Being this warm.. she liked it. Did he feel it too?]

[ It's all going to hell in a handbasket, the team has been compromised, the job's gone south, and he's hauled up in a nameless little hotel far out of the city with the man he's desperately, blindly in love with.

Life isn't exactly fair. He reaches out, snags a hand around Arthur's wrist to hold him still. ] Are you all right?

[ Arthur stops pacing the middle of the room (equi-distance from the windows and the door, snipers and intruders respectively), stopping to look at Eames. ]

Yeah, fine. [ The words come out harsher than he meant them and he stills. Softer: ] You?

Mm.

[ It's a noncommittal answer, Eames wrapped up in the thudding of Arthur's pulse beneath his fingertips. ]

Eames. [ Sharper again. Eames wasn't injured, was he? ]

I'm fine.

[ Lifting his gaze from where he's holding on to Arthur to his face. ] We're going to have to stop working together, you realize? They knew we'd both be on the job.

[ Taking a deep breath while holding Eames' gaze. ] I know.

[ A hollow laugh. ] There's nothing to it, I'm afraid.

[ Turning his hand in Eames' graps, fingers brushing Eames' wrist. ] Are you sure you're all right?

A little unsettled. [ They almost didn't make it out, they almost didn't --. ]

Hey. [ Lifting his free hand, uncertain for a moment. He almost stops, mid-air, before setting the hand on Eames' chest, over the lapel of his jacket (over his heart).

He hasn't ever seen Eames this openly upset. Arthur— Arthur won't let himself think of the consequences of this. Oh, he's run through them in his mind a hundred times, of course, but he won't let himself consider the emotional impact of it. He's still the point man, still on the job, until they're all out of this. ]

[ He holds Arthur's gaze for a moment before he's moving, his hands at the other man's waist, ducking in to press his lips to his. It's a bruising kiss, tinged around the edges with desperation. ]

[ Arthur goes stock-still for a second. They've never— certainly, there's always been something between them, but they've never acted on it. Arthur finds himself wondering, the thought gone immediately again, what it means that Eames is initiating this now.

Then he stops thinking because it's Eames who's kissing him like it's the last time they'll ever see one another. Which it may well be. And just like that Arthur's emotional defenses crumble and it really hits him, that he may never see Eames again.

His fingers tighten on Eames' jacket, bunching up the material to draw Eames closer, his other hand coming up to the back of Eames' head. He draws back: ] Eames. [ Only to slam their lips back together. ]

[ He's not being pushed away, that's unexpected, but not unwanted. Something tightens in his chest, his hands sliding around Arthur's waist and curling into the fabric of his waistcoat. His head's spinning with possibilities, how close they came to disaster, how it means Eames can't follow Arthur around on worthless jobs simply because that's what he wants.

Arthur is what he wants.

He makes a noise against Arthur's mouth, maneuvers them until Arthur's pressed against the nearest wall, Eames kissing him breathless with an intent he hasn't felt in a long time. ]

[ Arthur tenses when his back his the wall, his instincts to fight far closer to the surface than all other, but he only uses the tension to press himself against Eames, against the weight of him, arching up.

One of them's making soft noises, gasps, and it takes Arthur a moment to realise that it's him.

He can't (won't, can't) let go of Eames, kissing him back with equal fervour. ]

[ His hands slide up from his waist, curve around his side. His head is swimming, skin on fire, and Arthur isn't fighting him away, he's kissing him back.

Fingers lift, cup his cheek, stroke along the ridge of bone. ] Arthur.

Yeah. [ And then, on an exhale: ] Eames. [ It's acknowledgement, permission and desperation, all in one. How can they have this now, and then never again? How can they not?

Arthur runs a hand down Eames' back, exploring the shift of muscles under his fingers, wanting to feel, wanting more.

Tilting his head into the touch. ]

[ Trailing a series of kisses down Arthur’s jaw seems like a good idea right now, so that’s what Eames does, pausing at his throat to inhale his scent. } You can’t imagine how long I’ve wanted to do this.

[ If Arthur's breath catches in his throat for a moment, if he tilts his head a little to give Eames' better access— well, there is no one but Eames around to see it, is there?

And for all that he comparmentalises, he's wanted this too. More than he's let himself believe, more than he's ever let on. ] Since Hamburg, for me.

[ Lips dragging along his throat. ] Why didn't you say?

[ Letting his head drop back against the wall, exposing his throat. ] Didn't— [ the softest moan, barely more than an exhalation. ] Didn't think you were serious.

[ Fingers curling inside Arthur's shirt collar, knuckles against his pulse point, and he exhales against his skin. ] I've been serious about you since the very moment we met.

You— [ Shifting to look at Eames, a little wide-eyed, his voice rough. ] Really?

Yes. Smitten from the very offset, I thought you simply didn't swing that way.

[ Pulling Eames closer for another kiss. With this little distance between them, it becomes easier to say things he isn't sure he could (would want to) say while looking Eames in the eye. ] I don't do one-night stands.

[ Quietly. ] That's never been my intention, Arthur. Never.

[ A deep breath, and Arthur's pressing his face against Eames' neck, not hiding so much as trying to get closer. ] All right, yeah.

[ There is little point now in thinking of lost opportunities, of lost time, though it is hard not to. They could have had this all along. ]

[ Hands sliding up underneath his waistcoat, warm against the silk of his shirt. ] Do you want this?

You have no idea how much. [ It comes out all wrong, honest and quiet. ]

[ Fingers underneath his chin, Eames lifts his face enough to press their mouths together. It's a soft, tender thing. ]

[ It takes Arthur's breath away, makes him hold on tighter to Eames, makes him want to be that much closer. ]

[ He ends up pressing into Arthur, trapping him between his body and the wall, mouth working against his in slow, sweet motions. His breathing is a little hitched, fingers tightening on the fabric of his waistcoat to hold on to him. ]

That was a great party, wasn't that a great party? [ Okay, so they're doing the drunken shuffle back, Tony's arm looped lazily around Rhodey's shoulders. ]

We should party more. You never call, you never write, it's a disgrace.

Yeah, it was a great party. [ Rhodey's well beyond tipsy as well, but not quite as drunk as Tony. He has some discipline. Really. ]

Not all of us can live the easy life.

[ Snickering into his ear. ] You have no idea.

[ Raising an eyebrow, arm tightening a little where it's slung around Tony's waist. ] I think I have a pretty good idea.

About the great party or how easy my life is?

Both, Tony, both. [ Said a little softer than necessary. He knows Tony's life isn't all easy, after all. ]

Hey, hey. [ Poking him. ] You're going all maudlin, nu uh, not on, do I have to get one of those girls to go and make out with you again? 'Cause I will, they totally will, it'll be fine.

Ugh, Tony. You don't need to get me any girls to make out with, ever.

But it would make you feel better. Way better, all endorphins and crap.

[ Seriously, Rhodey. Seriously. ]

I'm not making out with some girl just to feel better. Especially not with one you picked.

Okay, a guy then. [ Booze blunted brain, here we go. ]

I'm not making out with a guy you picked, either.

Why not?

I can pick my own dates, Tony.

This wouldn't be a date, this would be a hook-up. You need a hook-up. [ Pinching his cheek with a grin. ] You can't be grumpy forever. Sex would help.

I don't need you to pick me a hook-up, either. [ Swatting Tony's hand away. ]

Spoilsport. Why not? My taste isn't that bad.

Yeah, and who's to say they won't just go to bed with me because Tony Stark told them to? No, thanks.

[ A pause. He's struggling to see the bad side to this, okay? ]

Seriously, Tony.

[ Shrugging. } Ooo-kay then. No sex, we'll find you a monastery.

I didn't say no sex.

[ They have to negotiate the curb, which means Tony just leans in a little too much, still very amused and grinning. ]

But honey-bear, if you won't let me hook you up with anyone - I don't think your hand counts.

[ Hand tightening on Tony's waist, again. ] It's astonishing how you think I can only find someone to sleep with if you introduce me to them, really.

[ He likes leaning on Rhodey, it's comfortable. ] No no, that's not what I'm saying, Rhodes. You're hot, you're totally hot, people can totally want to sleep with you without me asking someone to.

[ Rhodey doesn't mind the leaning. At all. ] I sure hope so.

Seriously, why are you so intent on pushing someone on me? What's going on in that head of yours?

[ When he latches on to an idea. ] I'm being a concerned friend.

Concerned about my sex life? Really, you needn't be.

Well, as your buddy, if you aren't getting laid I should be helping with that.

Your interest in my love life is unhealthy, really.

I don't want your dick to expire.

Jesus, Tony, it won't.

[ In a genius motion. ] I need proof.

[ Stopping to just look at Tony. ] Are you serious?

Yeah, c'mon. [ Serious drunk face all up in your space. ] As your best friend, I gotta make sure your dick's still actually there.

We're not having this conversation. [ pause. ] We're in the middle of the street. C'mon, let's go.

[ Never mind that he was the one who stopped walking. ]

Okay, fine.

[ Biding his time, it's cool. YOU WILL SHOW HIM YOUR DICK. ]

[ Rhodey clings to the hope that by the time they make it to his place, all will be forgotten and Tony will have latched onto some other hairbrained scheme. That doesn't involve Rhodey's dick.

Not that Rhodey minds thoughts that involve Tony and his dick, okay, but usually those take quite a different form. This, this is just ridiculous. ]

[ Unfortunately not, because Tony spirals away the minute they get back, grins at him as the door shuts. ]

C'mon. This is a very important matter.

[ Groaning. And not the good sexy kind, either. ] You're really not gonna let this go, are you?

Nope. [ But he will stagger on through to the living area, just to get comfy. ] It's important, Rhodes. I'd do it.

I have absolutely no doubt your dick's functioning, thanks.

[ Ugh, really. ] Fine. Sit down or something, jeez.

[ Look, this is his victory face. Sinking into the couch an arching an eyebrow. ]

Awh c'mon, all this antagonism and I'm just being a friend.

[ Settling on the couch next to Tony. Are they really going to do that? The buzz under Rhodey's skin that could be alcohol talking or maybe sex (and he can't deny that Tony's interest in his dick does something to him, even if it's not quite the interest he'd been hoping for) says that yeah, yeah, he's really going to do this, show Tony everything's functional, and then maybe they can go back to normal. Maybe.

Pulling off his shirt in one movement and throwing it over the back of the couch before leaning back, lounging, really. Rhodey's not body shy, at least.

He closes his eyes, imagines Tony's lips wrapped around his dick (because Tony's right there, okay, not for any particular reasons) and opens his jeans, pushing them down a little together with his boxers, taking himself in hand. He's not quite hard yet, but he knows himself. It won't take long. ]

[ He can't quite help the spark of lust that pools deep his stomach. Rhodey's always been attractive, Tony knows that, he's not blind and he's not the most heterosexual person on the planet, far from it. So okay, he's maybe thought about it a bit ... a lot ... whatever. To see Rhodey like this is different though.

He doesn't have to highest brain to mouth filter. So when he knows he should laugh this off, all he actually says is. ] I should help you out with that.

[ Rhodey's started enjoying himself and those words give him a bit of a jolt. He slows down but doesn't quite stop, turning to look at Tony. ]

Should you? [ Mostly he doesn't want to join the long line of people Tony's had sex with and then discarded for whatever reason. ] I'm not one of your girls, y'know. Or boys.

Yeah, okay. No, that's uh - not gonna happen. Firstly you know where I live, secondly Pepper would kill me, fourth - wait, third. You're not. [ Serious, before he remembers the moment at hand, licks his lips. ] C'mon, I can, if you want.

[ Still serious. Rhodey's okay with fooling around while Tony's in the room, but he's not okay with their friendship taking a hit because of anything more. ] Do you want to?

Would I be asking you if I didn't? When have I ever done anything I don't want to do, you know me, if I weren't - uh - like a whole heap of percents certain that I wanted to, I wouldn't have mentioned it in the first place.

[ A beat. ] Unless this is your gentle way of letting me down, which y'know, fuck you, I give the best blowjobs in the whole state. There was a competition. Okay, maybe there wasn't. But I still do.

Yeah, all right. [ Look, all he wanted was to be sure you won't hate him (or yourself, especially yourself, Tony) in the morning over this.

Letting his legs fall open a little wider. ]

[ He just grins, wide and pleased for a moment, like doing this is his own personal gold star. ] Any requests, or do you want me to prove my earlier wonder review and blow you?

[ The thought of Tony's lips wrapped around his cock— ] Feel free to. [ Head thumping against the back of the couch. ]

[ With permission granted, Tony grins, slides to his knees in one fluid motion. He arches an eyebrow, reaches out to drag his fingertips along the curve of his cock. ]

Hey, looks better from down here, man.

Are you saying [ gasping at the feel of Tony's fingers on his cock ] Are you saying it didn't look good before? Because that's insulting, Tony, really.

[ Laughing, breathing hitting the glistening tip of his cock. ] Yeah, yeah. You're a laugh riot. Now you gonna keep trying to throw me off my game or what?

Don't stop on my account. [ Closing his eyes. Is Tony actually going to— ]

[ He just pumps him once more, fingers curved around the thickness of his cock, and grins. ] Not plannin' to.

[ Which is roughly when he leans in to lick a bead of precome from the head, radiating smugness as he does so. ]

[ it is a testament of rhodey's self-control that his hips keep perfectly still. oh God.

In fact, he may have said that last bit out loud. ]

Close enough.

[ But he's kinder than he lets on, continues by wrapping his lips around the tip, sucking so that his cheeks hollow out. ]

[ Rhodey lets his head fall back, not even trying to stop the moan that escapes. ]

[ That's encouraging, the sound going south so that Tony's dick gives an interested twitch. He takes Rhodey further, inching him in and in, and Tony's a fucking pro at giving head, thank you very much, hums around as he swallows him down. ]

[ Rhodey brushes a hand over Tony's jaw, runs his fingers through Tony's hair, not wanting to stop touching him. It's a connection, of sorts.

Tony's mouth feels so good on him. Maybe Tony was right, maybe it has been too long, but damn, if waiting led to this? It was definitely worth it.

[ It's more than a little perplexing. He's had people touch him when he's giving out this kind of attention, but that's been rough hands and fingers tugging in his hair. Rhodey's gentle.

Which means Tony actually wants this to be good for him for the sake of them. Moving with gusto, lips working along the thick flesh. ]

[ It is good, more than. Rhodey doesn't try to hold back the noises, happy to let Tony know how much he's enjoying this, how good it feels.

Too good, in fact. ] Tony. [ It kills him, but using the hand on Tony's cheek to stop him. He wants— he doesn't want to just come in Tony's mouth, he wants more from Tony than that. ] Come up here.

[ He pulls off with a disappointed hum, pushes himself up to where Rhodey is, hesitation and uncertainty written right across his face. ]

Okay, c'mon, reputation here. You can't tell me that wasn't awesome.

Tony. [ A little - or perhaps more than a little - breathless, fingers curling into Tony's hair, thumb brushing his jaw. ] It was awesome. I just. [ Look, he's no less scared of screwing this up. ]

I just wanted to do this, okay. [ Leaning in to kiss Tony. ]

[ Radiating surprise, Tony practically melts into the kiss, tasting of Rhodey and alcohol. His hand is on Rhodey's thigh, holding him steady as he leans in, and if he looks shocked when he pulls back, he hopes he won't mention it. ]

Um.

[ Hand not leaving the side of Tony's head, fingers gentle as they card through Tony's hair. ] All right?

Mm.

[ It's as relaxing as it is arousing, Tony can feel bone deep want uncoiling in his bones. ] So unless delayed gratification is a thing for you, y'still want me to help with that, huh?

Yeah. So long as I get to help you with this. [ Running one finger over the length of Tony's erection, still covered in clothes but clearly visible. ]

[ He makes a noise, a half-moan in the back of his throat, eyelids slipping closed for a moment before the grin comes back. ] I'm not gonna refuse, when have you known me to ever do that?

[ Damn if that sound doesn't go straight to his cock again. ] Good.

[ Kissing him again. They haven't done nearly enough of that yet. ]

[ He's not really a kissing kind of guy, but Rhodey has a way of keeping him interested in it. A hand high on his friend's hip where his knuckles brush his slick cock. ] Mm.

[ Leo's been acting weirdly lately. Even she could tell that.. And something just seemed off. ]

[ Had he been distant? Who knows, but.. she couldn't let this feeling inside keep bubbling. She found her way to Leo's place and knocked on the door. Knowing her luck he was probably out.. or asleep. Or you know, doing... Leo things. She was hoping he wasn's out, but even if he were, she was going to wait, Wait until she saw him.]

[if by Leo things you mean smoking and watching porn, yes, he was doing Leo things.

Lately Leo had been weird. But this was justified, so he thought. His life was a total mess, everything he touched he seemed to fuck up, hell he even killed a guy and was unable to stop his best friend. Keiko was really the only thing in his life that felt so damn right, but he was terrified of what he could do to her one day.
And his only option was to let her go.

The lion heard the knock, and turned off the TV before he got up and opened the door] Yea-? [Oh shit. Keiko]

[ She looked visibly relieved when Leo answered the door. So he was home.. and not out somewhere causing trouble. ]

I.. Leo, may I come in? I mean unless you're.. [ Her face goes a little red. She's been around him long enough to know what that smell means.. the wrinkles in his clothes.. Yes she's not stupid. ]

Busy...

Uhn… [it was pretty obvious he was home and wasn’t busy. And lying to Keiko to send her away sounded pretty assholish even for him. The lion shakes his head] I’m not.

Come in. [he was a bit hesitant at first, but soon her allowed her inside]

Thank you.. I sort of had something.. to talk about

[ She walks in and rubs her arms sheepishly. ]

... yeah? [Leo was feeling really nervous now. He closes he door after and leans against it, looking at her for a second before he looked at the floor.]

[ She looks at him and then quickly away. Her face was heating up. ]

[ She wanted to turn back around, but.. no. No she had to do this. She may not get another chance. ]

Leo.. I

[God. He wants to hug her and kiss her and hold her. However, he has decided not to let this continue; he'd just hurt her in the end. He is probably hurting her now, but this is for the best]

... Yeah...?

[ She looks back up at him with her cheeks red. ]

Leo I..

[ She takes a few steps closer to him. ] I want.. There's something I want to do with you..

[woah! Woahwoah. Okay, okay. Close. Really close! If you dod that, he can't hold back, Keiko]

w-with me? Wha…t?...

[ Isn't that the point, Leo? ]

Can we.. I mean I know you've wanted to... but I think I'm ready.

[ She takes a few steps closer and looks him in the eye. She was serious about this. She.. she wanted this more than anything. To feel that closeness.. with him and only him.]

[Wait a moment, is she for real?! Of course she is, Keiko wouldn't say this unless she really meant it. But why now, when Leo was ready to let go? If they do it, it'll just make everything worse, specially for her]

[At the same time, Leo wants her; it has been so long and he has been waiting for it. The lion's hands reach for her shoulders, trying to think of what decision to make]

A-are you sure?

[ She smiled softly up at him. She even grabbed for one of his hands with her own. ]

I won't know.. anything fancy so I hope you aren't expecting that... But, if I just follow your lead I should be fine, right? Leo.. I want this.. I love you.

[ her cheeks turn more red as she says this]

[Anything fancy? he doesn't know either, Leo is a total virgin. With a deep breathe, he tries to get his mind off the gutter. He can't do this, not to her. Having and then leaving would be...

but at the same time, that would be the perfect memory too. The lion touches Keiko's cheek softly] Keiko... I love you too. [that wasn't a lie]

[ She smiled when he touches her and leans into his hand, just a little. The distance he's given her, it feels forgiven now that she's close to him again. She could feel her heart beating fast, and she couldn't stop it. Nervousness... excitement.. she was feeling it all.]

Then.. can we? ...Please?

Yeah... yeha, we can. [he'd have time to feel like an asshole later. Now he just wants to have her, the first and last time.

The half lion leans forward to press his lips on her while his hands travel to wrap around Keiko's body]

[ She smiled into the kiss and opened her mouth just a little. Her arms wrapped around his neck quickly. He could probably hear it, the way her heart beat quickly. ]

[As the two mouths press together, Leo's body seems to fire up, even if it was just a simple kiss. Of course he soon turns it into something much more intimate, as he nibbles at her lower lip and tries to push his tongue inside to taste Keiko.

Meantime his arms bring her closer, feeling Keiko's body against his own]

[ She gasps a little into the kiss and allows his tongue to explore till his heart is content. It always felt so strange being kissed by him, a good strange.. a kiss she knew she'd never forget ever. Chills ran down her spine as she pressed against him more. ]

[with a small gasp, the half moves so he could press Keiko against the wall. Maybe he should go to the room now, but he wants more before that. His hand moves to grope the girl's leg, feeling it up until he behind, and the kiss doesn't seem to want to stop anytime soon.

[ She gasps loudly and lets out a tiny moan. She was pressed firmly against the wall by him, and she didn't hate it. His hands seemed roam everywhere. She loved it, she loved feeling him touch her so intimately. ]

[that gasp fired up Leo and aroused him more than he thought it was possible. Hips moved, pressing himself against Keiko and finally the kiss broke, but only so the boy could lick her jawline towards her ear, which he nibbled.

With a small moan, Leo's both hands feel Keiko's curves, squeeze the skin and finally the half lion begins rubbing against her with need]

A-ah. L....Leo! [ She couldn't help but moan out his name. For someone who wasn't experienced, he knew how to go with his animal instincts. Her heart was beating faster and she knew there was no going back. With her back arching with pleasure, she moved her hands up his chest slowly. ]

[When she called out his name, Leo gasped in response and finally pulled away only for a second] room. [he nearly moaned that out. Leo's hand reached for Keiko's and gently he tugged her so they'd move somewhere more private]

[ She stumbled a little as he pulled her off to another room. Her legs were starting to feel like jelly and her face was heating up. ]

L-Leo.. Leo you're so... [ She just continues to follow him and let him take the lead. ]

{This was something Yako had been trying to figure out how to deal with for a while. She had traveled around the last few years, had some boyfriends and flings, and all in all wasn't quite the wide-eyed virgin she had left Japan as, despite the impression she still gave off.

But Leo was younger than her, and she didn't know how to broach the subject without injuring his pride.}

[And Leo did see her as a virgin because what sort of vibe could Yako ever give but the virgin type? And he is incredibly (not) smooth and does notices her to be a bit... awkward?]

Ah... is everything okay? [Would she allow him to touch her? His hand reaches for her cheek, stroking it softly as he tried to get closer. Leo doesn't exactly know what to do, but he has seen a lot of porn in his life and that will come in hand. Probably. Maybe. Or not]

Nothing's wrong, really, I just...

{She leans into his hand before turning to press a gentle kiss to his palm. Hopefully he wouldn't take this the wrong way, or get mad at her. he didn't mean for it to be something that she hid, it just...happened over time.}

I kind of need to talk to you about something that I should have a while ago.

[Oh god, not now when we are about to do it. That's... what he'd say if he was an asshole. But Leo nods softly and approaches further, this time to nuzzle her gently]

What is it?

I've done this before. Like...well, not a lot-a lot, but...yeah. A few times.

{She nuzzles back, hoping to God she doesn't need to brace for an explosion.}

Oh, re-

[wait.

wait.

what?

WHAT?!

He stares at Yako for a while, until it finally sinks in. Yako isn't a virgin. This means he is the only virgin of the two.]

WHAT?!!?

{She winces and goes red. Well, so much for no explosion and taking it in stride.

Damn.}

Um. Yeah. I've, uh. I've had sex before.

Wah?! How- I-... [he stops talking, just staring at her. And then he goes red too. If she isn't a virgin, she will know when Leo is screwing up at it and will probably think the other guys were better.

This is so fucked up!]

I'm... ... a virgin. [he is a virgin, of course, she probably knows that] I won't be- oh god. [he is pretty eloquent]

This isn't a comparisons sort of thing!

[Yako waves her hands hurriedly, a bit worried at the turn his thoughts have taken.}

I just...full disclosure, you know? You...I didn't want you to figure it out when we were in the middle of it.

R-right. [But still, he now feels a lot of pressure because he wants to be as good as the others]

Okay. It's fine, really. [no it isn't, he is freaking out! He doesn't mind she has been with others, he just minds that he has never done this before] Thanks for telling me, Yako-chan.

[Leo leans for a kiss, pressing his lips on hers]

{It is very obviously NOT FINE, but she kisses him back for a moment before pulling back. Huffing softly, she plants a hand on his chest and shoves him up against the nearest vertical surface.}

Lying is bad, Leo-san.

{She kneels and tugs at his belt.}

[Leo is about to retort, but he quickly shuts up when he is shoved against a wall] A-ah, wait, Ya...

[wait wait, what is she about to do?!]

{She gets the belt undone and unzips his pants before tugging down his boxers. She wraps a hand around hi and pouts up at the lion.}

I don't want you to treat this as a bad thing, or a contest. There are some benefits, you know?

[OH MY GOD.

Leo's hands quickly reach down, in order to cover himself, thought that doesn't work since Yako reaches it first] Y-yako!! W-wait a moment!

{She pauses in the middle of her first stroke.}

Eh? Why?

B-because! [he is going to cum...? No, no, he isn't going to cum]

L-let me just... take a deep breathe! [Leo can handle this, seriously. He can. After a deep breathe, he looks down at Yako, nodding softly]

{She waits obligingly until he gives his consent, before slowly stroking him. She slowly speeds up, but keeps an eye out for any more objections.}

[The half gasps and probably ashamed of his own sounds, he covers his mouth and muffles the sounds that come next]

[His yellow eyes look down and a hand can't help but to move in order to rest at Yako's head, perhaps for some support] ngh...

{She smiles at his reaction and moves to press a quick kiss to the head, before giving it a slow lick.}

[Leo's yellow eyes open wide and at the sudden touch, his hand can't help but to grip at Yako's hair, thought it was only for a second (he doesn't want to hurt her, after all)

The half makes a strange noise and his hips move, and after desperate gasp follows] Oh shit...!

{She gives him another lick, this one along the side, then guides him into her mouth. He's strangely cute like this. It makes her want to tease him, so she bobs her head once, sloooooowly.}

[Teasing a virgin like him is too much. Leo's legs shake and the lion throws his head back in a loud moan that he wasn't able to stop. ] Y-yako..! [that's all the manages to say right now as he feels shots of pleasure rushing through his body, something too new for him to even know what to do exactly]

[He is very, very lucky that she knows the warning signs. And that she doesn't have a gag reflex. She swallows as quickly as she can, but a little still spills out. She pulls back to wipe her mouth and licks the remains off her fingers.}

[After watching her delighting herself like that, Leo just covers his face, blushing hard, ashamed as hell. He was really fast just now ohgodohgodkillmenow]

S-sorry...

Don't worry! Everybody has problems the first time. Let's try and make this one longer.

{Aaaand she starts stroking him again, trying to keep him from going soft on her.

[he wants to say something, but he just forgets what it was when the hand starts touching him again. Good thing about virgins: they are always ready for more. So it didn't take long for Leo's erection to grow again]

{She stops once she gets him back to a decent size, standing back up and reaching for the bottom of her blouse.}

W...wait, wait. [Leo's hands reaches for Yako's hands to stop her. The boy takes a deep breathe and takes off her pants and underwear that dangled over his ankles - no use keeping them there - and then kneels down]

Can I do that...? [because he really wants to touch her]

{She drops her hands obligingly, letting him do what he wanted.}

Okay.

[His hands reach for her blouse, however he doesn't open it, instead he slips his hands underneath, feeling the skin.

And slowly moves up towards her breast]

Mm~

{She sighs softly, arching up into his hand. His hands are deliciously rough.}

[as if the sound told him to go on, Leo touches the area with more need, fingers feeling the soft skin and finally discovering the nipples.

And he decides to have even more, now leaning towards her neck and nibbling at him, the rough cat tongue tasting the skin]

{That gets a full-out whimper from her. Her hands curl at his waist and she shifts, trying not to do anything to dislodge his hands.}

[Finally he gets too eager and his slowness soon turns into hunger. Leo tugs at the shirt, trying to take it off from Yako, groaning softly]

[His mouth press against Yako's once more and tongue makes way inside in order to taste her as litle gasps escape his lips]

{She kisses him back hungrily, lifting her arms in order to help him with the shirt. She pulls away reluctantly, but only long enough to0 tug off the shirt and toss it away. Then she seals her mouth back over Leo's.}

[As their lips lock together again, Leo's hands rush to her breasts, groping and feeling their warmth. Curiously, his fingers felt them, groped and again touched the nipples, but Leo soon breaks the kiss so he can reach for a breast directly with his lips]

Oh God, Leo.

{She laces her fingers through his hair, her head falling back in bliss.}

[The rough cat tongue licks the skin, almost purring (if lions could purr, but alas, they cannot) and nuzzles Yako's chest next]

{She keens, arching up against him. That tongue is amazing and she's really wondering why they hadn't started doing this a long time ago.}

[With Yako's reactions, Leo erection twitches with need, thought he doesn't stop. He loves her breast and he has been wanting to touch for a long while now.

Thought he decides to move, at least his hands. While Leo keeps nuzzling her, his hands move to her legs to also feel her skin there]

Nnn...

{The whine states low in her throat, almost frustrated. She loves Leo, and she knows he's not teasing her on purpose; it's his first time so he wants to explore. She gets that.

...She's still battling the urge to just push him down again, though.}

The First Time Meme

Dave Strider / Homestuck / OTA/aged up

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homework ate me today ;;; sorry for slowness!

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Sorry this took forever!

it's okay :D I'm cool with backtagging forever haha

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Ryoki | Fire Candy | ota

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WARNING: Sadism/blood (because I think it's necessary /coughs)

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