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Mmmm.....

[It's okay if Epel is stumbling on the dismount, when he's here to help keep the momentum going, isn't it? A hand on the small of Epel's back tugs him closer, all the better to pull Epel straight into his lap even if the younger man is hesitating. He's doing so well, already improving so much..... There's no need to stop just yet, is there? Rook is quick to tangle their tongues together, sighing encouragingly against Epel's lips as he coaxes him further.]

[ The small tug helps drag Epel into Rook’s lap, settling there, straddling him. This was comfortable, allowing his body to press up close to Rook’s. A soft noise resounds against the older man’s mouth and tongue, momentum easily regained. Just as he had the other night, Epel seems to be getting the hang of it the longer their mouths continue to move together. Both of his hands come down to Rook’s uniform, beginning to undo the rope and sash around him, the first step in getting him out of this uniform.

Would Rook let him take it that far? What about with the way Epel’s pressing their hips together, grinding down on him? The way he retracts his tongue only to nip at his lip again, pushing forward with a renewed intensity.

All he really needed was that little encouragement, in the form of Rook healing to pull him in. ]

[This is..... nice. Much faster and more aggressive than he had anticipated, but nice. A warm body pressed against his, narrow hips grinding so enticingly down against his lap, the sharp sting of teeth..... Rook laughs breathlessly as he lets himself fall backwards onto the bed under Epel's push, sash unraveling and hat tumbling off to land on the floor.]

Oh là là, you are just a little bit tart, aren't you? How refreshing. It would be terribly boring if you were only sweet.....

[There's something more heated about his gaze now, staring up at Epel sitting astride him, hair fanned over the mattress and uniform rumpled by Epel's grasping hands. Rook raises his hands to his mouth one at a time, teeth closing delicately around the hems of his gloves to peel them off. Just how far is Epel prepared to go, hmmmm? Surely after mustering up enough courage to confess, he won't have enough steam to actually go all the way?

He'd better not, at least. As happy as he is to touch and be touched, Rook is certain that Epel isn't emotionally ready to surrender his innocence in such a hasty fashion.]

[ There's a sense of pride that seems to come to Epel's gaze, as he looks down at Rook. His hands slowly slide up along his abdomen to rest against his shoulders, a tiny grin coming to rest on his face from the words spoken by the older. ]

Told you, didn't I?

[ That look in Rook's eyes, the added heat to his gaze, how his perfect uniform was mussed up by Epel's own hands, the position they've ended up in... the way it looked when Rook removed his gloves so expertly with his teeth-- it's all enough to bring Epel back down closer to reality. His fingers grasp onto the fabric of Rook's robes where his hands lay against his shoulders, breath catching as he stares down at him.

Leaning down, he presses his lips against Rook's again, his hands beginning to wander again. Pushing past Rook's robe to begin unbuttoning his shirt. Someone was eager... and didn't have a clue of his own limits yet. Besides, he might be getting a tad swept away within his own desire, a need that'd just been building and building. ]

Why, so you did.

[Hah..... Getting a little cocky already, isn't he? What a bold little thing Epel is..... How far will that confidence take him, he wonders? Rook tangles his own hand in Epel's hair as the younger man kisses him again, sighing contently under his touch. Bit by bit, Epel reveals scarred skin and muscles as his shirt falls open; soon enough, Rook has to pull back to catch his breath, lips moving against Epel's as he speaks.]

Don't you think this is moving a little quickly?

[ The moment skin is on skin, Epel freezes, if only for a second. His dainty hands shake lightly as he presses them against Rook's bare chest, slowly exploring the body he'd revealed to himself. The kiss being broken wasn't a problem. He needed to catch his own breath, chest burning lightly with the need for air. Not that he'd noticed it yet.

What was that? Too quickly...? ]

... No.

[ His murmured response is tinged with hesitation, as if he's really not sure himself, but... the one thing he is sure of is the fact he's trying. No matter how scary moving this quickly may be. This was normal, wasn't it? He wanted to, anyways. But maybe... ]

Do you not want to...?

[No, he doesn't think so? That hesitation in his voice and gentle tremor in his touch suggests otherwise. Rook reaches for one of Epel's hands, raising it to his lips for a courtly kiss.]

I'm happy to. But I don't want you to be disappointed, if this isn't everything you've hoped for.

[First times are special, after all. Doesn't Epel deserve to have one as special as he is?]

[ Why must Rook be so sweet and gentle with him, as if one step too far might break him? He's not fragile by any means, and he damn well hopes to prove that. ]

It's not like I don't understand what I'm getting into. I'm not all that innocent. You don't have to treat me like I am... What's the big deal? People do it all the time.

[ Yeah, first times might be special, but Epel's stubborn when he wants to be. Not much will change his mind, aside from Rook saying that he didn't want to.

In an attempt to reassure Rook of this fact, to distract him from his uncertainty, he tilts his head to catch Rook's lips again. ]

How true..... I wouldn't want to disparage your strength of heart, of course. But how could I not want to do right by you?

[So stubborn..... But if Epel really wants to do this, should he not respect his decision? For now, at least, Rook will do his best ignore his misgivings; he melts into the kiss willingly enough, an edge of hunger creeping in as he reciprocates. How could it not, now that Epel has finally managed to get through his uniform and touch skin on skin?]

[ It's a relief that Rook seems to relax back down into the kiss. Enough that it quells some of Epel's worries.... but certainly not all of them, not even close. His hands relax against Rook's skin. Notably, he doesn't seem to explore much more yet, instead focusing his attention on the kiss, on the way their hips press up against each other. His hands had plenty to touch, to grab, without shifting to get Rook actually undressed.

Those small hands trace along the shape of his waist, his hips, then slowly back up. The touches are gentle, sweet, kind, even with his stubborn tone and insistence. The kiss, too, was far softer now despite the hunger on his side too. He really hadn't expected Rook to call him on moving so quickly. Oh well - he can prove he's ready by shifting himself down against Rook, by not being shy about the fact his body had absolutely been reacting already to everything they were doing. The small motions, grinding down against Rook, has Epel making a soft noise against his lips, embarrassing as it was. ]

[No answer, hmmm? Somehow, he's not surprised. It's a lot to take in, isn't it? Intimacy is something you need to ease into, ideally. As sweet and soft as Epel is being, though..... well, something isn't as soft as his touches. A strong hand curves over Epel's ass, squeezing encouragingly as he pulls Epel closer against him.

Go on, you can do it. This is what you want, right? If Epel is determined to see this through, then Rook will let him do his best.]

[ Really, Epel was jumping into this in full force. He wanted to prove himself even further to Rook. After all, Rook already had the opportunity to be with someone who was no doubt talented at this all... So, he needs to prove he has what it takes, too. Is it a little bit of competitive spirit? Yeah, a little. It's hard not to be, when someone like Vil was the one he was 'competing' with.

The hand against his ass draws another soft noise from him, encouraging him to grind his hips down further against Rook. Pulling back from the kiss, Epel begins to trail careful kisses down along his jaw, tentative and experimental. ]

[Of course it would boil down to a competition, wouldn't it? Epel has always chafed under Vil's restrictions, always felt the need to equal and surpass him if he ever hoped to live the way he pleased. It's hardly something Epel needs to compare himself against, but..... He'll surely measure himself by that ruler whether or not he's reassured, won't he?

Still, for his first time? Epel is doing quite well for himself. Rook twitches in interest as Epel grinds down against him, all but purring as he lets his head fall back to give Epel access to as much skin as he could like. It's not like him to be so passive, but..... well, Epel deserves the chance to explore uninterrupted, doesn't he? After all, this is a learning experience for him. He needs to decide if that purely theoretical truth still applies in practice!]

Mmmm..... what do you think, Monsieur Pommette? Is being dominant everything you had hoped it would be, so far?

[ Why did Rook have to go and ask that?! Epel can feel the way his hands still briefly against Rook, the way his breath catches, the blood rushes again to his face. Was Rook teasing him? Genuinely asking? It's difficult to tell. Either way, it's a question that drives him to huff a bit. He knows he's new at this, knows he's not all that great at knowing what the next step is just yet, but...!! Such a question only serves to embarrass him. ]

Don't ask something like that all of a sudden...!

[ The complaint is given, his nails pressing in against Rook, before he decides to get his revenge in another way -- he brings his lips down to the crook of his neck, taking some of that sensitive skin into his mouth and biting down, grinding his hips down harder. Maybe-- MAYBE, this would keep Rook from asking embarrassing things like that. ]

Ahahahaha! Should I take that as a yes?

[Oh, is he getting punished for asking? Even in spite of his laughter, there's no denying that Rook is starting to get hard himself, between being bitten so hard on such sensitive skin, nails digging into his chest, and the way Epel grinds against him so intently. Is it suddenly becoming a little clearer, why Rook had dismissed the idea of a simple hickey as being rough?

This won't even come close to stopping him from asking such things. If anything, Epel's only going to suffer worse because of it.]

[ Oh. That's-- that's what Rook liked, then? It sends a shiver through him, feeling the way Rook was getting hard under and against him. More than that, Epel found he liked the sensations involved in the little 'revenge' he'd done, the little punishment he was doling out. The feeling of both of their arousals grinding against each other with his movements... he continues to squirm atop Rook, matching that little pace for a second longer before pulling his mouth off Rook. ]

Am I even .... being 'dominant' enough? I only now got you hard... a- and... back in the lab, I liked-- pulling you against me. It's harder in this position, to do that.

[ Epel murmurs, keeping his head down near Rook, almost as if hiding there. It's still embarrassing, having his hips moving so intently, grinding down so hard against him, letting out those tiny noises he can't hold back. ]

Oh, Monsieur Pommette..... Surely you can't expect this to reflect on you, after all my "endurance training"? Of course I have an easier time staying calm.

[Come here, sweetie. Rook's arms move to pull Epel down into a reassuring hug, cheek leaning against the top of his head as the younger man hides against him.]

There's no need to rush. You have all the time in the world to figure out exactly what you enjoy, and how. I'm right here to help you learn.

[ He, at least, doesn't fight the embrace. He even shifts enough to rest his forearms comfortably against Rook, as he buries his face closer to him. Hiding with his cheek against his collar, his head tucking right under Rook's chin. He's practically made himself comfortable there, in a whole other way. ]

... I want to learn... [ His voice comes out so small, fingers playing with the fabric that loosely hangs from Rook's shoulders. ] ... Isn't it what people do after someone confesses?

[ The little question probably tells more than he means it to. Have that little piece of this boy's mind, where it was at. ]

[Somehow, he's not surprised that Epel would end up losing steam like this. All eagerness, with no plans and no experience..... He would have either fumbled his way through things and probably regretted it later, or lost his nerve once faced with the reality of sex looming before him.

Well, that's fine. For now, he'll just enjoy holding Epel snug in his arms, and do his best to ignore the erection and fact that he's all but shirtless. This is just another part of growing closer, isn't it? Especially when Epel has clearly gotten some strange ideas from somewhere.....]

Some people, but certainly not everyone. What made you think you had to do something like that immediately?

[ By all means, Epel still wants to go through with it. Still wants to kiss and bite and touch Rook... but he's started to lose what little steam he had left after his confession. After all, he hadn't gotten enough time to prepare before Rook showed up behind him! ... Clearly, that's the issue. Nothing to do with Epel not being wholly ready yet.

This was comfortable, though. Even with their mutual arousal, the light frustrating tightness that was caused by their erections, trapped within their clothes... the way that every single time Epel shifts, it presses them together in a way that makes his body want more...

This, still, was okay. Comfortable, calming. ]

... I did some research. Have been doing it for a few days now. I've never had to tell someone in so many words how I felt. Most of the stories ... that's how they went.

Heheheh..... That would be because it makes for a more dramatic and titillating story, not because it's actually realistic. There are so many people in this world, coming together in so many different types of relationships..... Whatever books or movies or plays might say, there are truly no right or wrong ways to love someone. You don't have to do anything, save what makes you happy.

[How adorable..... He should have known Epel would look to romantic tales for his inspiration. There's no harm in it, as long as Epel knows not to take it all too seriously, is there? ]

[ ... Oh.... When put that way, it seemed so very obvious: the stories he'd consulted were written that way to be good stories, not necessarily examples of what should and shouldn't be done. If only it was that easy, huh? A manual to love, describing all the right ways and the wrong ways, written out like a formula for a potion. ]

I think I understand.

[ ............... ]

I- I do want to do that sometime soon...! [ Epel quickly adds, probably too loud of an exclamation, as if he realized he wanted to make that extra clear. He almost immediately brings one hand over to cover his mouth, in silent apology. ]

Maybe... after... [ Boy, he's thinking hard, isn't he? On how to put this into words, how to express what he means. ]

Edited 2024-08-23 06:05 (UTC)

Why, of course. After what?

[It's okay, Epel, take your time. You may not have a helpful manual with formulas for love, but you do have a very patient and tolerant huntsman laying beneath you. If he had fallen for someone as prickly as Vil, how could you fail to charm him?]

... After... we do something else. Together. Outside of the dorm, outside of the college. Somewhere where you can be you, and I can be me.

[ Obviously, he'd still have to uphold the 'rules' set out by Vil for his own image, but aside from that.... ]

Not that we have to... jus' think it could be nice.

That sounds lovely. In Foothill Town, perhaps? Or the beach or mountains, if you prefer?

[Somewhere they can be themselves, hmmm..... Just what does that mean, for Epel?]

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