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[laughingandlyric]

[A hum of agreement, not dissatisfied.

Reynaud knew what he was doing, but he was almost delicate about it. If asked again, Jehan would tell him he was a great kisser; not merely good. He hand at his thigh intensified his focus on the warmth of that other mouth, though, and he thought he might be a little proactive.

Relocating his hand to beside the other boy on the bed, he leaned his weight up and in a little, so he could hover half on top of him to return that deepened kiss, rather than at his side. It seemed more passionate, more domineering that way. Which was exciting. (Not that he needed to get any more excited, but, well... testing limits.)]

[affablecharm]

[Oh.

Well then. Courfeyrac had shied away from being more proactive about what he was doing, knowing that it would be more difficult that way when Jehan insisted he stop.

He rolled onto his back as Jehan hovered over him, arching up into the kiss with little nips here and there. His tongue sought to map out every inch of Jehan's mouth, intimately and slowly, as his hand trailed back up his thigh... Then his hip, then his side, as his nails ran lightly over his skin.]

[laughingandlyric]

[What harm was there in getting as much as they could out of this, until it hit its limit? It didn't seem as if Reynaud much minded, and it was so rare that he had a male partner to practice with, or make feel good...

Moaning softly, low in his throat, to show that he appreciated every brush of teeth against his skin and that beautiful upward press, he dragged the leg that had been tangled with Reynaud's across his waist to straddle him, more comfortable with in their new position. The other boy's tongue was met with his own, which slicked over his lips any time he pulled away, and his fingers splayed against Rey's waist, tugging his shirt up in time with their exploration of his hip, his stomach, his chest.

It would have to do, as a substitute for letting his hands drift low again.]

[affablecharm]

[He rarely had male partners either, so it was a nice experience...

Regardless of whether he'd be satisfied at the end or not. He pressed closer to Jehan in whatever way possible, hand trailing down his side and dipping under his shirt to mimic the action. He enjoyed Jehan's hands on him, moaning softly as his hands found spots that he particularly enjoyed.

This was torture, but God did he love it regardless.]

[laughingandlyric]

[The few; very few; male partners Jehan had had were all older, and slightly more experienced. They'd been tricky to find, and the relationships short, but informative and warm.

So he knew that there were ways of satisfying other parts of the body, without going all out. And how to hold off, for as long as possible.

Even though it was difficult at their age, he still appreciated the feel of Reynaud's palms against his skin, the sound of his voice a little unhinged. Smiling briefly against his mouth, he'd drag his lip out between his teeth, then kissed the slightly swollen flesh. Every time he was given a verbal clue that his fingers were doing the right thing, he massaged the spot, mentally learning and mapping out his partner. And he didn't mind the pressing; returned it, even, crushing his hips against the other boy's just for a brief moment, for some little relief.]

Tell me when it's too much again, cher...

[Murmured, against the side of his mouth.]

[affablecharm]

[Courfeyrac never had the luck of having a more experienced partner... Much of what he's learned, he's learned himself. Still, he'd take the knowledge Jehan had and run with it, it was kind of nice having someone that knew a bit more than himself.

The little bit of relief he got from Jehan pressing his hips right back against him was enough to get him to exhale... Loudly. His own fingers trailed over Jehan's abdomen with no clear purpose other than to find whatever spots made him weak in the knees, so to speak.

He huffed out another breath and nodded his head.]

Mmmm hmmmm... I will.

[laughingandlyric]

[One if the many pros, Jehan might have told him, of having an actual partner. You learned more, and better; you learned them, and what made them tick.

Which he was currently in the process of, because well, why not?

The hip thing was obvious. He was happy to press back against him, to get the relief and frustration of that friction. He had enjoyed that little gasp, just like he enjoyed the hands at his waist, even if they were idle. He made sure to whine softly against his ear when his fingers found a good spot, before shifting down a little to press kisses to the sensitive places he'd already found along his chest, and exploit them.]

[affablecharm]

[A perk, certainly, but Courfeyrac could argue the perks to more partners just as easily. With Jehan whining in his ear like that... Well, he wanted more of that.

Jehan might be taking advantage of new knowledge, but do would Courfeyrac. Those sensitive spots earned more attention, even as he became distracted himself. Every few touches and kisses were rewarded with small, appreciative sounds.]

[laughingandlyric]

[Alas, Jehan felt certain he could pout and sulk better, so he'd have felt equally certain that the argument would have been his. Even if that might be cheating. ...Though Courfeyrac was relatively good at that, too.

The sounds made the effort worth everything, and he was glad to reciprocate them, moving against Rey's hands when he wanted more of something he was doing, and paying special attention with his teeth to any place that dragged noise out of him.

It could still be romantic, he thought; all that really meant was paying more attention to your partners' feelings. So hopefully, he could still make his friend feel like this had been good, even without the whole nine yards.]

[affablecharm]

[They'd both pout and neither would win. It's best they not have a pout off. His hands trailed up, mapping out Jehan's torso further, committing everything to memory.

He was sure to be satisfied in some form... To be able to remember all of this fondly... But he'd also be terribly distracted during their shared classes, likely thinking of nothing but his hands and lips.

He pressed his hips up again, seeking a little more relief for his problem as his fingers dug into his shoulder blades to keep his friend close.]

[laughingandlyric]

[A truly sad state of affairs, to be avoided at any cost, then.

Jehan would have preened to know he held the power of distraction; especially in math class. Was there any higher compliment?

Making a needy noise that surprised even himself at that crush of hips and the firm hold, he obliged what the other boy was seeking, sparing a hand to grasp at his hip and pull him up even snugger, and moving down against him. It wasn't great, but what little sensation he could get made his eyes close and his breathing shudder.

It would have been impossible not to kiss him again, so he blindly went to find his mouth.]

[affablecharm]

[This would distract from math and several other classes. Responding to that friction with a grind of his hips, he wrenched his eyes shut and groaned before meeting Jehan's lips in a clumsy kiss. His hands at his shoulders dragged up to the back of his neck, scraping and grabbing for the hair there.

Maybe.... Just maybe. It wouldn't be so bad to be in a committed relationship.

Or maybe that was just the hormones talking.]

[laughingandlyric]

[It was definitely the hormones talking.

...Granted, your hormones got to do a lot of talking in a committed relationship, and there was someone there who'd listen. Not so bad after all.

The kiss was sloppy, but that only somehow made it better, confused as to weather he'd rather suck on the other boy's lower lip, or nip at his tongue. Both, he decided; both seemed good, so he rushed between one and the other with an appreciative cry at the fingers tugging his hair.

The grinding was swiftly becoming more frustrating than enjoyable though, a little bit futile. His hand twitched at Courfeyrac's waist, and it took tremendous willpower to keep it there and from slipping between them, or under his waistband.]

[affablecharm]

[The quick change between sucking and nipping was enough to coax sounds from him. His fingers tugged a little more at Jehan's hair as his other hand found his hip and kept him close.

The grinding was frustrating but it did provide a little relief. He captured the other boys lip between his teeth and gave it a small tug as his hand at his waist massaged circles in his skin.

He just had to remind himself to not let that hand stray any further, despite what his hormones insisted.]

[laughingandlyric]

[A reminder that was becoming increasingly difficult to give.

With a gasp and a groan, he moved to bury his face against the other boy's neck, hyper-focused on his hands at his waist, and trying desperately not to be. Kissing below his ear, and then on his ear with an affectionate nuzzle, he spoke quietly in a voice pitched low from wantonness;]

I have to stop now, handsome imp. [Despite the fact that he'd like not to, there was warmth to his tone, and he gave his ear another shaky kiss.

He thought he'd definitely outlast him, but, well. He was finding it too hard to focus purely on Rey, while ignoring his hands. Impossible.]

I'll get up in a sec. Just give me a minute. [Movement, much less walking, sounded awful right now. So he contented himself with a last few attentions to Courfeyrac's neck while he mentally mapped the shortest route to the nearest bathroom.

A moment alone and cold water should probably help.]

[affablecharm]

[Jehan's voice nearly made him lose his breath, the way his friend spoke would have made him weak in the knees if he'd been standing. He, on the other hand, didn't trust his own voice and merely settled for a small noise.

He stilled his hands and worked on keeping his breathing even... And ignoring the nuisance between his legs. He had no clue how to go about fixing this-- not when he was certain Jehan would make a beeline for the bathroom.

His voice lower than he expected it to be, he finally spoke up,]

Do you have anything... Ah... Strong to drink?

[To take the edge off.]

[laughingandlyric]

[Ohh, he felt-- he felt badly for him, when he heard that. Wetting his lips, he gave him another soft, hopefully kind nuzzle and nodded.]

Yes, I do. I'll grab it.

[He could cover up whiskey and Bailey's in more cocoa; that would make it taste better.

Or-- er. Maybe rum and coke? Chocolate was an aphrodisiac. But caffeine was--... oh, gosh. Maybe wine? Grandmama would notice, if he took the wine though.

Kissing his cheek, Jehan forced himself back up wt a push, wrinkling his nose a bit at how cold it was, not pressed so snuggly to the other body. Walking... walking was going to be a misery. But, guests came first; especially ones as equally tortured as himself.

So, getting to his feet and not bothering with the shirt, he made another little face and stuck his tongue out playfully to show he shared Reynaud's distaste of the next five minutes of their life.]

I'll-- deal with it. If you need the bathroom.

[That said? He began his shuffle back downstairs to the kitchen, reciting the absolute most depressing poems he knew as he went, to forget about the boy on his bed.]

[affablecharm]

[He didn't mean for Jehan to go right then. He could wait a moment or so... He actually lamented the lack of him by his side now. To the point where he reached out to pull him back, but didn't quite succeed.

He smiled a bit when Jehan stuck out his tongue, laughing gruffly and shaking his head.]

You don't have to-- that's what the alcohol is for.

[But Jehan was already making his way back downstairs. Courfeyrac say up and pressed his palm against his big problem, groaning a little before trying to stand up and ignore it. The booze would hopefully make this easier for him to cope with. He followed Jehan, equally as slowly, determined to not pay attention to his erection-- or Jehan's back as he came back into view.]

[laughingandlyric]

[He certainly hadn't meant that his guest needed to come! No pun, this time. Luckily,he was a little oblivious, and barely noticed himself being followed as he made his way downstairs, reciting a part of Hamlet he particularly enjoyed out-loud, in sing-song.

He'd head for the hot water kettle first, turning it on and trying not to brush the cabinets to make his problem worse, going for the whiskey and the bailey's in the meanwhile. It isn't until he'd going to grab the strawberries and sugar (he has a sweet-tooth, so sue him) that he notices Reynaud, with a little gasp of surprise... and a slightly lingering glance.]

Oh! Sorry, I thought you were staying upstairs.

[He was hard to ignore, standing three feet from him. And he could see the problem, and the visual was... a little too nice.]

Um. Spiked cocoa and strawberries okay? I can't cook.

[affablecharm]

[Courfeyrac hadn't meant to be so quiet when following Jehan down to the kitchen... And he certainly hadn't meant to startle him. He mindfully kept his distance from Jehan and did his best to ah-- hide his problem.]

I don't mind helping...

[He smiled a little and ran his fingers through his hair.]

That sounds perfect. What can I do to help?

[laughingandlyric]

[It was definitely more a matter of keeping in his own head and trying very hard not to think about him that had led him to being surprised.


...Why did he look so much more handsome, tousling his hair like that? Not fair.]

Can you grab a bowl, up top? [He pointed.] Then wash the strawberries. I'll put the sugar on them. Thank you, hon!

[affablecharm]

Sure thing.

[He was more than happy to help, walking over and grabbing a bowl from the top shelf. Perhaps so he could stretch out just a little, he certainly didn't need to flex his back muscles like he did.

Grabbing the strawberries, he went to run them under the water, doing his damnedest to pay attention to the fruit... and not his friend.]

[laughingandlyric]

[He snuck a few glances at him, smiling whenever he caught his eye, and fixed the Irish Cocoa. That done, in two mugs, he went and poured... a generous amount of sugar over the strawberries.]

Okay, beau. It's all ready. Cheers?

[affablecharm]

[He smiled just as brightly in return, bringing the strawberries over when they were rinsed properly and watching Jehan dump the sugar on them.

Picking up his mug, he couldn't help but laugh.]

Cheers. Think you put enough sugar on the strawberries, mon chou?

[laughingandlyric]

--Did you want more?

[He took him as being earnest a little, a bit distracted by the affectionate pet name, but understood the sarcasm a beat later and with a blush.]

Sorry. I like my food really sweet.

[A shrug, and he's diving into that drink, flustered.]