Even with something like this— [ he cuts off before finishing the sentence. there's still more to do, more to feel, and he hopes dearly he can do all of it later. he didn't need a push, but, if he did? that attention to his hand would've been it. he shifts himself again until he's in the perfect position to go back to kissing owain. is owain tired of this yet? too bad.
there's a new trick, at least. he moves one hand lower, down to owain's thigh and then under it. just. gonna nudge his legs apart and lift up. listen, they've been basically ignoring their dicks this entire time. they need to touch? and grinding their hips together is a good way to accomplish that. ]
At your limit? [ owain murmurs against gerome's lips as he starts kissing him once more. he didn't mean to tease him, but it's not an unpleasant side effect of him simply demonstrating his love.
though he feels gerome shift his legs and then he's pressing forward and-- oh there's that delicious pressure that he had been missing. dicks indeed need to touch and owain is sad that it took this long for it to happen. he wraps one leg around gerome's waist and grinds back against him, wanting more of it. ]
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As much as you are. [ ground out between shallow kisses. his breath hasn't felt even for sometime (frustrating, that, but right now everything about him feels frustrated in some way), but at least he can lose himself in owain's mouth.
and gods help him—why did he wait so long? and torture himself in the process. next time, start with the grinding. after that, foreplay. if it's needed at all. with the way he's desperately kissing owain and grinding back? it probably isn't. this is probably going to end quick. ]
[ he can't really argue against that, not when he's losing himself just as much in gerome's mouth as gerome is in his. patience may be a virtue, but they're far past being virtuous at the moment. owain wants their bodies to be complete, united. he's grinding hard against gerome, eager for the pressure to increase. ]
[ owain is not at all helping bring him back from the edge. if he had room for anything except owain in his head, he might be embarrassed at how quickly he's losing himself. he's always been methodical and collected in battle, he never imagined these traits wouldn't transfer over to any other physical acts. not that he imagined this or anything.
okay. ... much. not that he imagined this much.
ahem. it's probably understandable that by the time their pace becomes this frenzied he's almost ready to come. he's wanted this too long for anything else to happen here. as quick as all this started, he lets out a stilted and restrained moan that's more of an exhale. the sound is quiet enough that it's easy to miss. as he comes and goes limp, he slumps down against owain's body and buries his face next to owain's. when he regains his breath, he shifts enough to leave a light kiss on the side of owain's neck. ] Apologies.
[ owain himself focuses more on instinct. sword battles are quick, never drawn out. the years of training he went under honed his instincts so that he can react in the blink of an eye to whatever move his opponent would try. as it stands, owain wasn't thinking about how they had yet to remove pants, or how they could make this last longer.
no, owain instead focused more on how good everything felt, how he wanted to keep things feeling good. he knows gerome well enough to recognize that moan he releases for what it is. it's enough to drive him over the edge himself, following gerome as he comes, panting out gerome's name once more. he leans back, pulling gerome over him as his arms settle around his waist. ] Why are you apologizing?
[ well, guess he's just going to hang out here now. draping his arm over owain's shoulder and trying to organize his thoughts. ] For not lasting longer.
... I suppose not. [ he doesn't sound like he minds. actually, his lips quirk and he seems pretty happy about it. his own pants he's less happy with but, well. make choices with the wrong head and this is what happens. ]
A courageous offer considering I won't tire of this anytime soon. [ trailing his hand down owain's side and to his pants. using his index and middle fingers to creep toward the pants button. ]
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and... yes, he will let owain finish the whole hand. he remains mesmerized, slightly uncomfortable, and very turned on the entire time. ]
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there's a new trick, at least. he moves one hand lower, down to owain's thigh and then under it. just. gonna nudge his legs apart and lift up. listen, they've been basically ignoring their dicks this entire time. they need to touch? and grinding their hips together is a good way to accomplish that. ]
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though he feels gerome shift his legs and then he's pressing forward and-- oh there's that delicious pressure that he had been missing. dicks indeed need to touch and owain is sad that it took this long for it to happen. he wraps one leg around gerome's waist and grinds back against him, wanting more of it. ]
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and gods help him—why did he wait so long? and torture himself in the process. next time, start with the grinding. after that, foreplay. if it's needed at all. with the way he's desperately kissing owain and grinding back? it probably isn't. this is probably going to end quick. ]
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okay. ... much. not that he imagined this much.
ahem. it's probably understandable that by the time their pace becomes this frenzied he's almost ready to come. he's wanted this too long for anything else to happen here. as quick as all this started, he lets out a stilted and restrained moan that's more of an exhale. the sound is quiet enough that it's easy to miss. as he comes and goes limp, he slumps down against owain's body and buries his face next to owain's. when he regains his breath, he shifts enough to leave a light kiss on the side of owain's neck. ] Apologies.
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no, owain instead focused more on how good everything felt, how he wanted to keep things feeling good. he knows gerome well enough to recognize that moan he releases for what it is. it's enough to drive him over the edge himself, following gerome as he comes, panting out gerome's name once more. he leans back, pulling gerome over him as his arms settle around his waist. ] Why are you apologizing?
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we nasty
we're a generous 25 out of 100 nasty but still
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ill pretend its 100 just for you
i appreciate you
ty ty i know im too kind
you really are
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By the way, do you want to wash up?
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this is nsfw too btw
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