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[Asch hasn't really been sleeping well for the past few months; since the house became more... crowded, shall we say, and he and Guy started sleeping separately all the time. After the draft (and that one night with Guy there again) things got worse again, and tonight, for no particular reason, he wakes silently and in a cold sweat, sitting up awkwardly in his bed. Stupid dreams... he'd be much happier without any of them. And he never feels like going back to sleep after one of those, so he immediately gets out of bed, dragging on a robe and heading out into the hall. At first he glances over at Guy's door, lingering for a moment. To stay, or to go...

...maybe later. Instead, he grabs a mug of tea from the kitchen and heads outside, ignoring the cold and the snow- the robe's enough. He'll be watching the stars and the horizon for a while.

Well before the sun rises, he'll head back inside, going to Guy's door instead of his own. It only takes him a moment to step into it, but rather than walking right over, he lingers at the door for a while, hesitating.]

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[Asch likes it. He definitely likes it. After this long he's probably about ready to explode, and all semblance of straight face has gone right out the window. The memories are coming back more and more now, and the most prominent one is "Guy is amazing".

A hand scrambles at the blanket briefly before settling in Guy's hair. Yyyyyeah, need some more of that, please.]

[And Asch will get some more of that, but not too much more. Guy doesn't want Asch to finish off too soon, so he pulls back before too long and emerges from beneath the blankets.

He does, however, wrap his fingers around Asch and keep stroking him with long, steady movements. Just because he doesn't want Asch to finish doesn't mean he wants him to wind back down.]

There, that's better, huh? [Guy leans up to kiss Asch's cheek.] I missed seeing your face like this.

[Hold that thought, having difficulty breathing here...

....okay, good now.]

Ha... so that's why. [Not exactly the best comeback - not even a comeback, really - but it's hard to think when one is getting aroused after months of celibacy.]

Maybe I just like doing things for you. [Guy twists his hand and nips at Asch's ear.]

[Asch shudders, grip clenching, still nestled in Guy's hair.] I can't see you doing it so much if you hated it.

Haha, I do like seeing you rattled. [Again with the hand, and rolling a thumb over his tip too.]

You're a bastard. [It's said without venom, though, because the motion of Guy's hand has Asch squirming, free hand twisting in the sheets. Rather than just letting Guy do whatever he wants, though, he retaliates by dragging Guy down, roughly pressing their lips together.]

[Sure, Guy'll go with that. Kissing now, and quickening the pace with his hand. Hopefully he'll get some kind of signal before Asch gets too far, otherwise he'll have to start all over again and he's getting just a little bit eager himself.]

[Surprisingly enough, the signal comes from Asch himself; the kiss continues for a long moment before Asch shifts his hand to Guy's shoulder and pushes him back with a gasp, eyes clenching.]

Stop, stop. I'm gonna...

[He's often not sure if Guy wants to let him finish and try for round 2 or do it together, but this time? He'd rather do it right the first time, anyway. Even if it is kind of agonizing to wait.]

[Guy stops, then pulls away and rolls over to reach for his nightstand drawer to give Asch a breather as he looks for some lubrication.

Yeah, he's sort of in a hurry too.]

[Asch isn't going to complain, since he kind of is too; that's probably made obvious by the way he lifts himself up to wrap his arms around Guy's waist while he searches the nightstand, fingers tugging at his pants to drag them down. It's awfully stupid to be the only one naked.]

Asch-

[Guy is pulled back when Asch tugs at his pajama bottoms and sighs.] Asch, you're making this a lot more difficult than it has to be.

[Asch mumbles something unintelligible, going back to work on Guy's shirt. He drags it off Guy's shoulders, discarding it and kissing up his spine. Give him a minute, will you?]

[Fff well okay, if you want.

Guy shivers, hand resting on the knob of the drawer before he pulls it open and starts to rummage, a bit distracted by Asch's breath against his back.]

[With the pants loose and out of the way, Asch is free to try his own sort of coaxing, one hand rubbing over Guy's front while the other strokes his stomach, mouth still working its way up to his neck and hairline. Guy has such a nice back, he really can't help but touch it.]

Ahh... [Guy shudders again and arches, pressing back against Asch and gripping the edge of the open drawer.]

Asch...

[Asch can't help but smirk a little, pleased by the role-reversal. He wraps his hand fully around Guy's length, tilting his head so his lips are closer to the other man's ear.]

I missed hearing this, too.

[When Asch's fingers curl around him Guy throws an arm back, flailing for a second until he manages to grip Asch's thigh tightly.

He lets out a slow breath, squeezing Asch's leg and pressing back against him more pointedly this time, practically grinding.]

S-so did you want to...to get started or what?

[Much as he's enjoying this, he doesn't plan on waiting around forever. Not to mention they can't take all night, otherwise they'll wake Luke up, and that would just end badly. So after one final stroke, Asch nods, slowly withdrawing to sit back on the bed and let Guy turn around.]

[Neither does Guy, but hello.

As soon as Asch withdraws Guy rolls over and pounces, pressing against Asch and kissing him hard, grinding their hips together.]

[That? Was almost worth waiting for. And Asch reacts immediately, arching his body to press back against Guy's, hands sliding up to grab ahold of whatever he can reach. He's more than ready to take this further; this isn't just about distracting himself anymore.]

[SO GUY PUT IT IN.

AND LO, IT WAS GOOD.]

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WHY THE SHOUTA ICON, WHY

BECAUSE YOU DO THAT WHEN I USE IT

you're such a bitch.

and yet you love me

i must be sick in the head

alas she cannae be cured

bb if there's a cure i don't want it

THEN QUIT YER BITCHIN

that icon still looks like asch wiggling out of a pair of panties beneath his dress

well he does wear tights, what else would fit under them

tell me it's a black thong with a heart on the crotch

and pink lining on all the edges

no lace though. too itchy.

he'd rip it off if there was any.

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