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[H-hi. Asch's breath catches at the touch, panting softing against Guy's neck, and lifts up to press his lips to the other man's. Let's get this party started, eh.]

[Perfectly okay with Guy. He's going to line their hips up and grind.]

[That one is enough to elicit a moan out of Asch, and he presses into the contact, breaking the kiss slightly to gasp. God, but that felt amazing.] Guy...

[HE IS SO PREDICTABLE, OH SCORE.]

[....He's laughing again.]

[Guy catches that expression and apologetically lifts a hand to pat Asch's shoulder.] I'm sorry- I'm sorry. I'm not laughing at you, I promise. It's just- I just laugh, that's all.

Sometimes I wonder. [He's not sure whether or not to buy it. Though he really should, since he's not in the mood to fight. They have better things to do, after all.]

...sorry. I'll stop.

[Asch is quiet for a moment, withdrawing a little and averting his eyes, then sighs silently and rests his head against Guy's chest, gaze focused on the opposite wall.] ...Don't stop.

But if it bothers you...

Doesn't matter. It shouldn't bother me, so I need to get over it. If it makes you happy, I don't want you to stop.

Mm. [That's not a yes or a no, but Guy doesn't seem to keen on giving a straight answer. Instead he reaches up and pulls Asch back down to start kissing again.]

[Oh, fine, have it your way. But Asch isn't going to let this one go, especially since he doesn't put much faith in his ability to make Guy happy otherwise. Kissing back now.]

[Guy shifts his weight; it might seem like he's going to roll them over, but stops himself.]

[Asch blinks at that, then smirks, lifting up and brushing a hand through Guy's hair.] Are you sure you don't mind?

[Guy has the decency to look sheepish, at least.] Sorry. Habit.

I figured. [Asch presses a hand down lightly on Guy's chest to keep him on his back, then shifts off to grab the lotion from the bedside table. ....Wait it's on the other side, oops.]

[Well it's not like he's going to buck you off like a bronco, Asch. Guy will lay there -tuck his hands behind his head and arch a brow, too- and wait for Asch to get things started.]

[Ha, victory! Asch returns and lifts a brow at Guy's cozy posture.] At least you're comfortable. [Still half-dressed though, oi. >:| His first job is to get those pants off, and then the annoying business of prep can be dealt with. The downside of leaving women out of the equation.]

[Yes yes, but in exchange you get these nice manry legs. Count your blessings. Guy seems to be in a more agreeable mood though, since he's doing his best to strip his pants off with Asch still sitting on him like that.]

[Will wonders ever cease. Pants off, woo, so now for that other business.

....he hates this part. Distraction, distraction.]

Have you noticed that this isn't as bad as it used to be?

I'm not so sure I want to know what you're talking about. [Not so agreeable now that Asch is shoving his finger up his ass.]

[SOB, MISSION FAILED. Oh well, let's just get this over with so he can start the fun part. In the meantime, however, to ease up on the awkward, he brushes his free hand over Guy's erection. Chin up, Mister I-Like-Topping.]

[CHIN IS UP. That feels nice; Guy lets out a breath and relaxes back against the pillow, fingers working against the sheets.] S-so you're not gonna tell me...?

No. You can figure it out yourself. [One more finger. His hand's still stroking.]

[Action] someone will steal it, obviously

[Action] oh that's okay then.

[Action] ;___; /s-so easily replaced

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