[They've barely started and already it feels so much better than every time before. They can take their time, really explore and just the feel of that rough palm, of teeth raking against his lips is enough to get Crius to whimper and chase after Len.
Then he starts playing with Crius' nipple and the only thing he can do is gasp and rock against Len. He'd heard about this kind of thing before, but it was always in the context of women. He never saw what the big deal was. But now it's being done to him and it's all he can do not to come apart in Len's lap.]
Huh? [He tries to process what Len's asking, and a serious answer is right on the tip of his tongue before he realizes it's a joke and probably a show of appreciation. He shakes his head, face burning.] Shut up.
[He liked to think of himself as worldly. Having traveled from the Pacific all the way to the Mojave gave a lot of perspective and experience, but just this has Crius realizing just how much he missed out on. Len's used to this kind of thing. He's probably been with all types, done all sorts of things while Crius is fumbling to think of what he wants that isn't something they've already done. And even with the candle he's holding for the other man, the thought that Crius isn't his only bedmate doesn't disgust him or make him jealous. Quite the opposite, in fact. A half-formed image of it pops up in his mind, and he can't help but groan, catching Len's lips with his own.]
Your top is still on, but I've touched you enough to have an idea of what you look like beneath it.
[Finally he lets himself touch in return, tracing out Len's own lean muscle beneath the shirt. Crius rolls his hips as he does so, just to get a moment of sweet friction.]
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Then he starts playing with Crius' nipple and the only thing he can do is gasp and rock against Len. He'd heard about this kind of thing before, but it was always in the context of women. He never saw what the big deal was. But now it's being done to him and it's all he can do not to come apart in Len's lap.]
Huh? [He tries to process what Len's asking, and a serious answer is right on the tip of his tongue before he realizes it's a joke and probably a show of appreciation. He shakes his head, face burning.] Shut up.
[He liked to think of himself as worldly. Having traveled from the Pacific all the way to the Mojave gave a lot of perspective and experience, but just this has Crius realizing just how much he missed out on. Len's used to this kind of thing. He's probably been with all types, done all sorts of things while Crius is fumbling to think of what he wants that isn't something they've already done. And even with the candle he's holding for the other man, the thought that Crius isn't his only bedmate doesn't disgust him or make him jealous. Quite the opposite, in fact. A half-formed image of it pops up in his mind, and he can't help but groan, catching Len's lips with his own.]
Your top is still on, but I've touched you enough to have an idea of what you look like beneath it.
[Finally he lets himself touch in return, tracing out Len's own lean muscle beneath the shirt. Crius rolls his hips as he does so, just to get a moment of sweet friction.]