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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.]

[Okay, if you want to be that way, he'll cooperate. Not. You've brought out the playful side, Guy, and so Asch is gonna use that awesome flexibility of his to curve a leg around Guy's waist and use his toes instead.]

[SPAZZ

STOP TICKLING ME]

[NO IT'S HILARIOUS]

[NO STOP

THIS BED IS SLIPPERY]

[Well damn, that's just too bad, isn't it, because Asch is having fun for once in his life please and thank you.]

[sdflksjdfl FALLING]

[WHUMPF.]

...ow.

[Whoops. Still shaking a bit from silent laughter, Asch rolls to peer over the edge, chin resting on his crossed arms.]

Clumsy.

Bastard.

Careful. I'm sensitive.

[Grumble.] Like hell you are- [And this is when Guy vaults up and tackles Asch on the bed.]

[Watch it, Guy; Asch isn't exactly a pushover, and he doesn't like losing. TUSSLE TIME.]

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