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[D-don't give him that look, Guy, or he'll back out.]

[Th-that has nothing to do with it!

Are you sure?]

[Goddammit, Guy, Asch is gonna drag you to his room in a huff now. He's embarrassed.]

[Well you can't really blame him. Asch is on such LOCKDOWN: CLANK CLANK that he's kind of been prowling the borders of this territory with a wary eye. And some wary hands.

Maybe the hands weren't so wary. More sneaky than wary.]

[Fine, fine, but Asch is starting to like the idea of a little experimentation, and guilt-trip aside he would really like to forget this entire damned day. Also he wants Guy's undivided attention please and thank you.]

[But that's so tacky...and tactless, however awesome the idea sounds. Kind of like spitting on a grave.

But the end result more satisfying. Short-term, instant gratification here.]

[Stop being so picky, says Asch via body language as he drags Guy in for a heavy kiss, kicking the door shut with a boot.]

[Well damn, if it's gonna be that way. Guy's pushing you towards the bed, then, and you'd better like it Asch.]

[No complaints here; Asch is just gonna move with Guy, no protests or griping either. He rather likes that, and is starting to get used to the idea of this whole submissive business.]

[This might be familiar; guess who's getting pinned to the bed again? Only this time, Guy actually does not have any intention of letting you up any time soon.]

[Asch knows the feeling well, but he liked it last time and he'll damn well like it again. He knows Guy'll do him right.

Still, it doesn't hurt to turn things up a notch, so he groans just so, one hand sliding over Guy's chest.]

[OKAY PAUSE TIME OUT.

Guy pushes himself up on his elbows, breathing hard and flushed.]

Asch, I'm going to be extremely blunt with you.

[... That was mean, Guy. Now Asch is really embarrassed.]

Wh... what? Why are you...

[He's a gentleman. :| ]

You are ridiculously attractive, and I have a lot less self control than one might think. If we start something, it's going to be really difficult for me to stop and I might have to hold it against you for a few days.

[...or just honest.]

['Ridiculously attractive? It's a good thing Asch is already blushing, or that would have set him right off. And what Guy was saying...

Asch is the one that started all of this, after all. He hesitates, fingers shifting minimally against Guy's shirt, needing to move but not wanting to rush things.]

... I don't want you to stop.

...I will if you ask me to. [But he won't like it. Just saying.

Let's smooth those ruffled feathers with some lips to the neck, shall we?]

[ooh, that feels nice, yes it does. Asch tilts his neck up, shifting a hand to brush through Guy's hair to keep it going.]

I'll try not to. I... don't have any reason to stop you.

[His fears of being rejected or overlooked... they seem so baseless, now. Guy chose him. Not over the replica - that's impossible for any of them - but for something different. Guy's relationship with Luke and with Asch are two completely different things.

And Asch really doesn't want him to stop.]

Edited 2008-12-17 20:57 (UTC)

[Right then. With the green light Guy gets a little bolder, brushing his hands along Asch's sides and shifting to straddle him instead and make things a little less "gonna bodyslam you" and more like "gonna love you GOOD." Of course, an expert wouldn't stop kissing just on account of a simple shift of weight, so Asch might get a little teeth there. Guy is partial to hickies.]

[Asch is totally cool with that; more than that, actually, as that bit of teeth prompted another little noise, quieter this time, not as much "oh god take me now" as "do that again please". He's new to all of this so he has no idea what to do, besides enjoying it because holy hell Guy's good at this. Help?]

[Oh Asch. Guy is going to have to teach you how to please your partner, m'kay? So he's taking your hands and setting them on his hips, laughing a little against your neck as he does this. Silly little cockatiel.]

[Asch looks a little disgruntled at the laugh - he can't help being the inexperienced one - but he won't gripe. Instead, he slides his hands over Guy's hips and up and down his sides, trying to find the right spots to touch and make said partner feel good. He's always been a good observer, and he puts that skill to work now, watching and feeling Guy's body for any sign of a particular spot being more sensitive than another. Bit by bit, he'll learn.]

[No hotspots there, but that does feel rather nice anyhow, Asch. Definitely not a bust. However, right now Guy's kind of feeling like he's kissing a kid so he's going to roll them on their sides so there's less pinning and -yay!- more contact. There, now they're on more equal ground. This is good.]

[If Asch were a cat he'd be purring; As it is, he leans into that nice contact, hands wandering anywhere he felt might be good. Delving a bit lower, Asch starts to undo the buttons of Guy's vest because dammit he wants to touch skin, not fabric.]

[Oh ho ho, who thinks they're on top now? That's okay, though, because Guy didn't want these clothes on anyhow. Being dressed is overrated. So he helps Asch to shed first his vest, then his shirt, unbuttoning it before his patience runs out and he goes back to kissing Asch, just leaving the shirt open.]

[Asch has no problem with that, he can do the rest. He rubs his hands over the smooth skin of Guy's chest, admiring what he can see while Guy's kissing the hell out of him before urging the shirt off his shoulders. His own clothes are getting pretty constricting, so those'll be coming off soon too.]

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