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[affablecharm]

[The growl and tug earned a slightly sharper nip as he nearly purred in response.]

That's all it takes?

[Teased lightly as his nails trailed past one rib, then the next.]

[laughingandlyric]

[A soft gasp followed by a low moan, and shuddering, he tugged on his hair again and went to return that bite to his neck, reminding,]

I said 'preemptively.' I have faith in you...

[affablecharm]

[He let out a small appreciative hiss, dragging his teeth over the line of Jehan's jaw before down and at his neck.]

Then I'd hate to let you down

[laughingandlyric]

[So much for feeling tired.

Scraping his nails down his scalp, over his neck and across his shoulder, he hummed again at how wonderful that felt, pressing up against him with a little smile.]

Mmn, you couldn't.

[affablecharm]

[Tired? What's this tired you speak of?

Nipping at a few sensitive spots along his neck, he moved to focus at Jehan's collarbone. He shimmies down Jehan's torso as he does so, hips meeting Jehan's and letting out a small groan at the feeling. Right now, though, he intended to just nip and kiss along his friend-- boyfriend's chest, seeking out the most sensitive spots.]

Oh, good.

[laughingandlyric]

[He hadn't expected Courfeyrac to be quite so attentive, and he gave a little gasp before he could help it, sinking in a bit further against the sheets. It felt like every spot was sensitive, considering his skill, which made it a little difficult to do more than run a hand through his hair and idly rub at his shoulder blade.]

[affablecharm]

[Well, he got in a groove... And there was just that added thrill of this being something they could do more often. A drag of his tongue here, a nip there, a kiss over there.

And his hips grinding against Jehan's before he could stop himself. That hadn't been planned.]

[laughingandlyric]

[Not planned, but not minded. Not at all.

Another, sharper gasp, followed by a needier noise and he replicated the motion, pushing up against the other body to get more of that friction.]

God, Rey...

[affablecharm]

[More friction is definitely not minded. He repeats the grinding motion with a whimper and trails his kisses and nips up Jehan's chest, back to his lips. He nips at his lower lip and kisses him again.]

[laughingandlyric]

[A kiss that was energetically met, and almost crushing as he finally got his mouth against the other boy's, instantly deepening it. His hands had an easier time roaming now, and this time? This time, he has no qualms about slipping them under his waistband to smooth along his backside while keeping to that kiss.]

[affablecharm]

[Oh. That was nice. Deepening the kiss was easy, especially with Jehan's hand under his pants. He groans into the kiss, one of his hands running down his side and picking at his waistband.]

[laughingandlyric]

[To encourage that, he let his own hand slip to the side, rubbing at his hip, letting fingers barely brush his thigh and going to nibble at his lower lip.]

[affablecharm]

[Well, with encouragement like that.

Courf dips his hand under the waistband, smoothing over Jehan's rear and giving it a light squeeze to press their hips together again. What kind of encouragement does that reward him with?]

[laughingandlyric]

[It earns him a leg wrapped around his own and Jehan's hand dipping down lower, to scrape along his inner thigh while eagerly pushing up for more of that warmth and pressure.]

[affablecharm]

[That earns Jehan a small gasp into their kiss, his skin prickling with every light touch from him. Jehan's touch leaves warmth and fire in its wake, making Courfeyrac only want more.

Nibbling on Jehan's lower lip, Courfeyrac grinds down against him a little more before he trailed his fingers to the front of his pelvic bone and traced circles there.]

[laughingandlyric]

[That elicited a low whine, and he couldn't quite keep his hips from bucking up again, wanting to feel his hand a little more deeply, and not in the least embarrassed about it. To spur him, he tightened his own grip, smoothing it along his inner leg and back up, kneading the skin.

And if he brushed anything else, well. Bonus points, right?]

[affablecharm]

[That earned a decent whine from Courfeyrac as his breath hitched and he pressed closer to Jehan's hand as much as possible. He dipped his hand further, teasing over the front of his thigh and coming very close to other parts as well, nails raking lightly over the skin there.]

[laughingandlyric]

[If it was a game of chicken, he didn't mind being the loser. Deepening the kiss, slicking his tongue along the other boy's, he let his hand drift more firmly into place, doing what he had wanted to earlier and grasping him with curled fingers and stroking.]

[affablecharm]

[It wasn't necessarily a game of chicken, it was a game of making sure Jehan was alright with going all the way this time. Courf had to break the kiss, fingers curling against Jehan's thigh, as he finally grasped him. Letting out a quiet hiss, he went to mimic the action, awkward and sloppy considering they both had pants on and were in an otherwise awkward position for this.]

[laughingandlyric]

[If Jehan had known, he would have thought it was sweet. He was more than comfortable with it though, secure in the fact that Rey wouldn't have lied to him-- if he said he was going to try committed, then he was going to try it. He liked Courfeyrac, he was obviously attracted to him, and with the knowledge in place that it was okay to be sloppy and awkward while they learned what was best to do? Then fine. He absolutely was okay with it.

It was a little difficult to get much traction with Courfeyrac on top of him, so he'd try to nudge his legs a little further apart with his knee, distracted when Rey went to mimic him. Gasping against the side of his mouth, he tightened his own grip a little, letting his thumb amble.]

...is it okay if I undress you? [Muttered, trying to focus.]

[affablecharm]

[No, Reynaud doesn't lie just to get his way. If there was one thing about him, it was that his word was solid. He wasn't used to things being this sloppy and awkward-- but he'd give it a try too.

And the fact that his stomach did a small flutter when Jehan gasped, tightened his grip and asked that? Well, not something to be focused on. He exhaled slowly against Jehan's skin and nodded.]

Please.

[laughingandlyric]

[The 'please' send chills down his spine and he can't help but give him another soft nip, not even conscious of what he was nipping at anymore; his neck, maybe? Did it matter? He was far more focused on re-arranging his hands so that he could hook his thumbs outside of the waistband and slide the pajama pants off from his hips. He had to slide down a little beneath him to reach low enough to get them to his knees... but the better to press kisses against his chest, in that position.]

[affablecharm]

[He whimpers a little when Jehan's hand leaves him. He shimmies a little to help get his pants down. He licks his lips and takes a shuddering breath as he starts down his chest. He had to let go of Jehan in order for this to continue... But he'll make up for it in a few minutes.]

[laughingandlyric]

[He could live with not being touched for a few minutes, even if certain parts of his body begged to disagree. Dragging his teeth along the skin just above his ribcage, he nudged the other boy up a little with shoulder and knee, needing just a little more room to really get a good handle on him; literally. With the pajama pants more or less done away with, he had every intention of making up for 'torturing' him prior. Grasping him again and squeezing lightly, he hummed against his skin.]

Better?

[He hoped he wouldn't be able to formulate a reply.]

[affablecharm]

[Courfeyrac shifted as needed... But between the teeth dragging over his skin and the lack of pajama pants, he hardly had the chance to think of a response.... And the hand squeezing him made it impossible to come up with a proper response.

A garbled moan mixed with some kind of agreement? He wasn't exactly sure what he was trying to say, but yes. That was much better...]