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...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.]

[Great minds think alike! Or are just pervy at the same time, perhaps. Guy finds it unfair that he has to strip while Asch is content to cover every last inch of his body in ridiculously heavy cloth, so guess who's tabard is getting the ax? Followed shortly by his belt, and then his tunic, so that they're both bare-chested.

Yes, much better. Guy's eyes roaming over Asch's form say that much; why in the world did the boy cover up so much?]

...you're a tease.

Edited 2008-12-18 09:46 (UTC)

[Asch blinks at that, face flushed. He definitely hadn't expected that at all. He's also pretty flushed by Guy's expression, looking at him like that.]

How the hell am I a tease?

Well, you are starting now. [Guy runs his fingers along the swells and dips of Asch's chest. He was never one for admiring another man's body -women just looked so much more comfy, they really did- but Asch pulled it off nicely. Or maybe he was just biased.]

Hiding this away. Unfair.

[Asch shivers at Guy's touch, eyes lowering to follow the movement. He licks his lips, his body reacting in ways he isn't exactly accustomed to feeling.]

H... heh... should I start dressing down like the replica...?

No. [Guy leans in to whisper in Asch's ear.]

I'll just have to get you naked more often.

[Congratulations, Guy, you have successfully rendered Asch completely speechless. Also blushing red as a tomato.]

[Good! That's Guy's cue to start kissing Asch's chest instead.]

[And that's Asch's cue to groan and rest a hand on the back of Guy's neck, fingers sifting through his hair. That feels really good.]

[Guy found a toy! Sliding over so he's halfway laying atop of Asch, Guy gives his nipple a little experimental lick. No need to scare the new guy away with teeth just yet.]

[H-hey there. That's pretty frisky there, Guy. Asch makes a little noise that's almost a whimper, head leaning back against the headboard. He's starting to breathe a little faster.]

Nngh, Guy... y... you really know what you're doing...

Not really, this is kind of standard. You're just new to it, is all. [He didn't want Asch getting any fancy ideas about him being a master of bedtime activities or anything. Besides, it was the truth. Guy switches sides and pays ample attention to the other nipple with his lips and tongue.]

[Asch shivers and doesn't argue; he trusts Guy's word, and he's not interested in hearing about Guy's past sexual exploits. He's enjoying it too much to want the mood spoiled. Not that he ever does, but that's besides the point. He does his best to watch what Guy's doing, in the meantime shifting his hands back to Guy's sides, stroking him in what he hopes is a teasing manner.]

[Probably would be teasing if Guy wasn't ticklish. So instead he snorts and squirms and laughs against Asch's chest, wriggling out of reach.]

No no, don't do that. That's distracting.

[Asch blinks at that, surprised. Then he smiles, hands going back to Guy's sides, moving only his thumbs up and down as if tempting fate.]

Ticklish, huh?

Excuse me sir, I was kind of busy. [Guy grabs Asch's hands, pinning them palm-down against the bed before returning his attention to Asch's chest, this time scraping his teeth over the skin as a sort of backwards punishment.]

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