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[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...]

[laughingandlyric]

[Smiling against his skin, he pressed a quick butterfly kiss to the same area before starting the same motion as before, just as slowly, but now more deliberate and with confidence. He could drink in those adorable noises Reynaud made endlessly... so it was important to learn which parts made him babble like that. He let his fingers stray as they pleased, paying attention to his base, underside, tip; making note what made him gasp or groan.]

[affablecharm]

[Damn it, Jehan. Courfeyrac was supposed to be the smooth one... The forward one. He really should have expected something like this happening. Fingers clenched at the bedsheets as he tried his best not to buck his hips closer to that hand...

And let out a shuddering breath. Every sensitive spot earned Jehan another of those squeaky or garbled moans.]

[laughingandlyric]

[The old adage come to pass: It's always the quiet ones. Reynaud had been forward at the dance... but you can't quite expect to teach someone to dance and then not have them take over the lead, right?

Once he had a map of where to touch on him, he let his other hand drift down along his torso and to his hip to keep him in place while he exploited those spots.]

[affablecharm]

[It was terrible and evil and all Courfeyrac wanted to do was return those touches, now...

But it was also amazing and when he felt Jehan's hand drift down to his hip and hold him steady, he had to bite his lip to quiet the needy sound that escaped his mouth. Jehan's name was on his exhaling breath as his left hand reached down to touch him however he could for now.]

[laughingandlyric]

[Mn, but too late now! He'd already agreed to terrible and evil.

Luckily, he didn't intend to make it very much of either of those things. Giving an all but purring noise of appreciation at those drifting hands, he gave the other boy another quick peck before summoning what wits he had to press himself up on one side. With his upward motion, and the hand still on Reynaud's hip to shift him to the side, it wasn't too difficult to switch their positions, and to get on top of him at a roll of limbs.

It took a bit of re-situating, but once he had, he was able to kiss him on the mouth again and spare a lazy moment to take in the face he was making.]

[affablecharm]

[Courfeyrac didn't put up any resistance to their switch of positions, making a small noise of surprise as they were. He opened his eyes as they re-situated themselves, and smiled a bit doofily as Jehan leaned in for another kiss.

He, very eagerly, returned it with a bit of a groan as one hand trailed along Jehan's torso and the other scratched at the nape of his neck.]

[laughingandlyric]

[The smile was too charming and too cute not to stay where he was for the moment, leaning into his hand and swallowing the noise he'd made into their kiss, straddling him in an easy manner and rubbing the pad of his thumb against his hip bone.]

[affablecharm]

[He was glad to be able to touch and kiss Jehan easier, hips pressing up as he was straddled and that thumb started rubbing against his hip bone.

He nibbled at Jehan's lip as soon as there was a break in that kiss, sucking on it quickly after. His hands trailed from where they were and went to rest on Jehan's hips, rubbing lightly along the bones as well.]

[laughingandlyric]

[Letting out a low moan at the drag of his teeth and that upward press of his hips (almost distracting enough to forget what he was doing entirely) Jehan leaned down kiss the side of his mouth, grinding back down agains the other set of hips, just to get a little bit of relief. He'd been able to ignore that, until Courfeyrac has pushed up against him like that.]

[affablecharm]

[His breathing came more in pants, especially as Jehan started grinding down against him. His fingers hooked in the waistband of Jehan's pajama pants, tugging at them a little as he moaned right back...

He wasn't sure what he needed... but he knew he needed more... Whether that was Jehan's hand doing that again or something sloppier.]

[laughingandlyric]

[He made another low noise, wanting him to do away with the pants. Badly.

He had every intention of making this a little bit sloppier, but kissing him was distracting enough for the moment. He still tasted like liquor and popcorn, and the tickle of his soft hair near his cheek was nice. Almost as nice as the body heat coming off of him, and the softness of his mouth.

...But he was really, really focused on his hands, and how they wee teasing at his waistband.]