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Unless you'd rather not.

Whu- no! I mean, yes, I want to, I just. [Didn't think you'd agree that way, what.] ...Okay.

You know, I should start getting more obvious with my hints. Like instead of just acting a little submissive I should go "Hey Asch, climb on top of me already!" Or something like that. [HIS VOICE WAS VERY LOUD.]

[sakjdhasjfhds SHUT UP GUY have a kiss and keep your voice down.]

[Guy just laughs into his mouth. WA HA HA HA]

[Th... that is so unromantic. Asch pulls away after a moment, giving Guy a disgruntled look, and abruptly shoves him on his back, tossing a leg on the other side to straddle him.] Whenever we do this you always end up laughing at some point.

[Guy makes a vaguely surprised sound but just starts laughing again.]

[Fine, fine, laugh if you want. Asch busies himself pressing up against Guy and kissing hungrily at his neck.]

[The laughter filters off into a few chuckles and grins as Guy clings appreciatively to Asch's back, wriggling a bit to get closer.] You know I'm not laughing at you.

Mm. [Asch mumbles a vague response, nibbling at Guy's neck, before lifting up just enough to respond, breathing faintly on his skin.] Of course not. It's because of the comic act of Asch the Bloody. I was the favoured entertainment with the Knights. [Nibble.]

I believe it. [All that nibbling is making Guy shiver a little bit in anticipation. His hands smooth up Asch's back to clutch at his shoulderblades.]

Heh. So trusting. [Asch keeps working away at Guy's neck, nipping, kissing, and grazing all the way across his neck and over his collarbone, one arm braced beside Guy's head to support himself while the other hand slides down Guy's chest, teasingly brushing over his pants before moving up again.]

Hmph. Maybe I should roll us over. [Guy arches up against Asch in retaliation.]

[Asch pushes him back down, lips shifting upwards to bite lightly on his ear.] You're the one who wanted to go slow. Now that I'm leading, you're in a hurry?

Nnh. Not...a hurry really... [Guy sucks in a breath and his hands clutch Asch's hips instead, fingers working against the fabric of his shirt and pants.]

[Brushing his free hand idly through Guy's hair, he shifts the other back down again, tugging the shirt aside to kiss his way downwards. He wanted to be the one getting Guy to make all the noise for once.]

[Guy pushes himself up on an elbow to watch Asch, face flushed as he reaches down to clutch gently at Asch's hair. It isn't very often that Asch takes complete control of the situation but Guy's learned that when he does it's best not to tease him too much. His ego's a little fragile still, after all.]

[Guy's a smart man, though it doesn't take a genius to understand Asch's short fuse. He works nice and slow, paying careful attention to every bit of exposed skin he feels like touching, letting the one hand fall from Guy's hair to trail down his chest as he moves. His body rubs against Guy's pants more and more the further he goes, until his other hand finally hooks around the edge of it.]

[By about now Guy's head is bowed, his chin against his chest as he fights against panting like some sick pervert because come on, Asch has barely done anything worth that yet.]

[And Asch knows it already, really, which is why he halts, thumbs rubbing against Guy's thighs, and smirks up at him. Want something?]

[Not enough to beg for it. Guy swallows, regaining his composure.]

[Yeah, Asch didn't expect that much, though he's a little disappointed. Clearly he has to push Guy further, so he starts tugging the pants down (dammit, they're always so tight), nails lightly grazing the skin as he goes.]

[You know you like those tightpants.

Guy has a good idea of what's coming though, so he's going to sink back down to lay against the bed, fingers gripping the sheets lightly.]

[...Well maybe.

Oi, sit up, he wants to watch you while he goes this. Well, whatever, he's doing it either way- at the very least he can hear it...

...

Dammit, but it's more entertaining when he's watching.]

...You're being lazy.

[Propping himself up on his elbows again.] I'm sorry, is this better?

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[Action] Guy: /CRIES/ Noooo~

[Action] Asch: /TURNED OFF BY UKE TEARS

[Action] god who WOULDN'T be.

[Action] too many men to count, evidently.

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