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Was Rook trying to completely take his breath away? He's already stammering, struggling to find a way to respond. Yes, he wanted to give Rook a better reply, something that confirmed that his feelings were not one sided and were in fact returned, but how could he? When the pieces were slowly sliding into place, when Rook was showing his heart so clearly, when this moment suddenly took on a whole other tone.

Incense burning around them, the smell and the smoke floating around them with the crisp breeze. The crystals placed so perfectly in that circle, the two of them standing in the very center. Rook's hand against his cheek, his own hand resting over it. It's almost in slow motion, the way Rook steps closer, closing that small distance and bringing them so close together.

Epel can hear his own heart beat, so hard and heavy within his chest, pounding away and working overtime to try and keep him upright. Their lips are pressed together, and it's almost like he finally realizes he could move his body, brought back from that frozen shocked state with nothing more than the kiss.

His free hand comes up to grasp at Rook's shirt, mostly out of surprise from the kiss. His eyes fall closed easily, and, after a second, he begins to return the kiss, tentative and careful. His opposite hand falls from Rook's, reaching up to slip around his neck, fingers pressing against the back of it. He needs to lean up somewhat, not wanting to have Rook be the only one bending or stretching to make it work.

He's unpracticed, which probably doesn't come as a surprise. It's not like Epel goes out of his way to do anything even close to this with anyone. So... it's only really a few seconds before he needs to pull back to breathe, light headed with the sudden shock, the lack of air, and the wonder of it all.

"You--..." Epel tries to say something, anything else. "Aren't playing some sort of joke on me??"

It's all so perfectly picturesque now that they've set their circle up, isn't it? Everything is just the way he'd hoped it would be. The warmth of Epel in his arms, how soft his lips are against his, the hands holding him so close..... His own heart feels like it's soaring.

Who cares if neither of them really know what they're doing? They'll figure it out together as they go, no matter how many times they stumble. It's the feelings that are important, far moreso than the execution. Rook would like to steal another kiss; he leans his forehead affectionately against Epel's instead, beaming. "Do you really think I'd do something like that to you, my dear?"

Anyone would be giddy in a situation like this, wouldn't they? To have their crush - who, by all means, he was expecting to stay a silly crush for the remainder of their time at NRC - not only return their feelings, but to kiss them, in such a place, in such a way.

So, as the shock wears off, Epel can be seen smiling, a small laugh bubbling up with the way their foreheads press together, that beaming of Rook's.

"I don't know, maybe?" No, that's not Rook's style in the slightest, was it? "... no, no, I don't think you would." Wait. So. Was the physical offering...?

"Was that- all we had to do? For the spell? Or... or can I kiss you again?"

Such a sweet smile..... Ah, how could anyone expect him to let Epel go when he looks so happy? How fortunate for them both that pulling away is the absolute last thing on his mind. Rook just laughs mischievously instead, the arm around Epel's waist tightening to pull the smaller man flush against him. His head turns again, lips hovering against Epel's ear this time for a low, encouraging murmur.

"By all means, kiss me as many times as you'd like. The bigger the offering, the more potent the spell; we can stay here until you're completely satisfied."

They're close. Too close, even. Epel wonders briefly if Rook can feel the pounding of his heart in his own chest, as their bodies press close to each other. He's practically as red as the apples his town is known for, face burning bright with no indication that he'd start to relax.

"Wait-- when you first brought this up, when you mentioned a physical offering-- were you implying... sex???" Epel blurts out, without a single ounce of tact. Sorry, Rook, he's. Still learning. And... the pieces are all settling into place.

Oh, Rook can easily feel the way Epel's heart is pounding, and the heat that radiates from him. It's rather satisfying, in fact--an excellent way to know what a good job he's doing, leaving Epel so flustered as he grapples with the strength of these feelings. He'd like to think he's being nice, actually offering real answers instead of just teasing the poor thing..... Clearly, Epel hadn't quite understood the extent of what he was signing up for.

"Oui~ But only if you'd like to, of course. It certainly doesn't need to go that far." They already have what's important, after all: two hearts, intimately connected. The effects won't be as dramatic, but just curling up together and making out is just as valid an offering to make.

If Rook dared to tease him? Epel wouldn't be able to stop him currently. No, he'd probably accept the teasing, as begrudgingly as he may, only getting more and more flustered due to Rook's words. Luckily for him, he's spared... for now.

And, frankly? He doesn't want to answer Rook in words. It's too much! How's he supposed to reply out loud, with words to such an open admissions?! Especially when Epel wants to do that, wants to follow his heart and...

No, Rook's not getting an honest and clear answer in words immediately. Instead? Epel moves his hands, slipping his arms over Rook's shoulders to allow himself to press even further against Rook. "L... Let's just... see how far we end up going. Play it by ear." Because, fuck, that's an enticing offer, isn't it? Someone so attractive to Epel, offering...

He doesn't want to think about it too in depth. No, he's instead tilting his head up, moving to take Rook's lips of his own accord now.

It would be so easy to tease him, wouldn't it? To hold him and whisper filthy suggestions in his ear, to pull him down to the ground and kiss him all over, even just to spin him around in a burst of unexpected excitement, just for the sheer joy of it..... He'll spare Epel for now, at least. Until they find their rhythm and settle into it, there's no sense in disrupting it.

But that won't stay his hand for long, will it? Not when Epel is nestling against him so enticingly, and moving to kiss him without even being prompted. A strong hand curls over Epel's ass, lifting him off his feet so they can kiss more comfortably. That's a good enough answer, isn't it? They can go as far as the mood takes them, touch each other until there's nothing left to do but cuddle close and simply enjoy the lingering glow of power humming between them.

The feeling is new. To have their lips pressed together, that hand pressing against him, lifting him. A reminder, brief as it may last, that Rook was so very strong, more than capable of holding him up in his arms. The smaller boy moves his legs in response, wrapping them around Rook in an attempt to assist, and. Well. It allows him to press their hips together.

That's the less important thing that Epel's focused on. No, his main focus is the way their lips move, the feeling quickly becoming one he can't get enough of. How can he keep his hand from moving further up, tangling in Rook's hair at the back of his head? To keep himself from deepening the kiss, from parting his lips partially, invitingly.

If they're going by instinct, then he might as well let himself fall into it completely instead of thinking too far.

Who knows? Maybe one day, Epel will be strong enough to sweep Rook off his feet like this, even if he never overtakes him in height. Wouldn't that be exciting? Epel certainly has the determination to cultivate that sort of strength, after all. He at least has the strength to easily hold himself up with his legs, if nothing else; Rook barely even has to support him at all, when he could instead simply hold the smaller man against him--and enjoy the opportunity to give Epel a good, appreciative groping, now that he doesn't need to hold up all that weight.

Epel's going to hold his head right where he wants it, hmmm? Rook obediently welcomes Epel in, eyes slipping closed as the kiss deepens. How does Epel like the chance to seize the reins and take control, hmmm?

With too little guidance, Epel doesn't know where to go, how to take this. His face is burning less now. That, or he'd gotten used to the warmth, replaced with an eagerness that pushes him forward. The little groping against him, the way Rook's hands feel against him has him making a tiny noise against Rook's lips. For, as new as this all was, he couldn't deny he'd thought about it before. Hell, he might need Rook to pinch him, to prove he's not dreaming.

For now? Epel's going to keep trying. Allowing his tongue to slip from his own parted lips, he tentatively drags it across Rook's bottom lip. It's a learning process. He's going to take whatever steps he felt were best and follow through, to allow himself to explore further, until the inevitable moment comes where the tables are turned on him.

Or, maybe they wouldn't be. Regardless... if Rook allows it, he's going to slip his tongue past the other's lips, to taste more of him. To allow their tongues to tangle. A step into confidence and eagerness in another direction, one little tiny step at a time. He's going to find what feels good, what they both enjoy, and keep doing it. Just watch.

Heh..... It's good to dream big, isn't it? But Rook thinks a good squeeze is far better than pinching him. Epel may be petite, but he isn't entirely without muscle, is he? Spelldrive is a fine sport for building up strength and stamina. Maybe one of these days, he should come watch them practice so he can see Epel in action, hmmm?

Rook lowers them both to sit on the ground, (or in his lap, as the case may be) murmuring muffled encouragement into the kiss as their tongues tangle together. No tables are getting turned just yet; for as flustered and uncertain as Epel was mere minutes ago, he's certainly getting bolder, isn't he? That deserves to be rewarded, in Rook's opinion. Give him a little time to find his confidence, and settle into figuring out just what he actually likes, now that they're getting comfortable.

This change in position allows Epel to shift himself. Instead of having his legs wrapped so firmly around Rook, he presses his knees into the ground below them, completely straddling the older and pressing their hips flush together. It's true that Epel's sporty, strong in his own ways and getting even stronger. There's plenty that he can do that he's either hidden by accident or simply didn't know he could apply to something like this.

It's embarrassing, but he's sure his quick arousal is obvious by the way their hips are pressed close, the way he's pressed against Rook and squirming against him. The encouragement is taken and ran with- his hand slowly moves back down from Rook's hair, both hands soon grasping against his shoulders, fumbling as they move further down to press against the fabric of his shirt, his uniform, beginning to feel him up in return.

The kiss needs to be broken, if only so Epel can catch his breath. He pulls himself back slightly, eyes opening only halfway to allow him to look up at Rook through his lashes, mouth hanging open partway as he pants softly.

"Have you thought about this before? Fantasized about it," Epel murmurs in questioning, watching Rook closely through those half lidded eyes, "Us, like this. About how you'd want to take me?" Yeah, his face is flushed, but... "If you have, I want to hear about it. Any fantasies you might've had, or anything that... that might be comin' up now."

Ah, such excitement rising so quickly..... Rook can't blame him, if he's honest. Who could resist an atmosphere like this, after a heartfelt confession and such a passionate kiss? His heartbeat and breathing might be uncannily steady, but Rook can still feel how hot his own blood is running, feeling Epel's arousal pressed so plainly against him. His own muscles aren't nearly so well-hidden, are they? Not once Epel actually starts touching him, and his deceptively tailored clothes can no longer conceal the truth of his build.

Rook just chuckles at the question, leaning in to nibble at Epel's ear so his voice can drop to an intimate whisper. Even if there's nobody here who could possibly overhear them, isn't it more fun to make Epel squirm a little more? "Mmmm, you have no idea how often I've thought about it. Seeing you all aglow in the golden noonday sun, redder than a rose and begging to be taken..... I kept wondering how beautiful you would look, spread out under me against a grassy canvas. Or how warm you might feel tangled around me, or what you might taste like, once I finally got my mouth on you....."

The way Rook leans in keeps Epel from being able to look him in the eye... something that he would soon realize was a mercy on Rook's part. His breath catches, his eyes widen as he listens to those words, whispered so sweetly in his ear. Those smaller hands still briefly against Rook, one hand curling to grasp at the fabric of his shirt a little harder, as his breathing becomes slightly labored, with all the thoughts those words bring about in his mind.

Was Rook making this up in the moment, or had he actually had these thoughts before? The way Rook was talking really didn't sound like he was talking off the cuff. So he'd... thought about this, too, then. In some capacity, maybe a little different than the way Epel had thought about it before, but still similarly.

Rook's goal of getting him to squirm more is easily achieved, his hips squirming against Rook, a soft whine slipping from his lips-- and, almost immediately, he's bringing up a hand to clamp over his mouth, embarrassed. Can Rook feel the heat of his flushed face, so close to his own?

"You... don't have to wonder..." Epel murmurs, muffled behind his hand before he manages to drop it, moving his hand back down to tug at Rook's shirt. "I want to see you look at me with adoration, to be spread out under you a... and...." He's trying, but Seven is he flustered, beginning to stammer out his words.

There's a visceral satisfaction in feeling just how deeply his words effect Epel. Just an innocent whisper in his ear, and Epel is already squirming so eagerly in his lap, burning a brilliant red against him. Ah, such an adorable sound! What other sounds can he tease out of him? Just how much could he make Epel squirm, if he took the man into his mouth right now?

"And?" He'll let Epel do what he will to his shirt; Rook nuzzles under Epel's chin instead, busying himself with pressing kisses over pale skin. "Oh, Monsieur Pommette..... Did you really never realize how long I've been looking at you with adoration already?"

A shiver runs down his spine at those kisses against his skin. It doesn't matter if Rook seeks out a sensitive spot or not; being so completely and thoroughly new to this made it so easy for Epel to be sensitive in most spots, even if he did squirm a little bit more when Rook's kisses manage to press into certain areas, eliciting the tiniest of gasps from him.

Nervous fingers pull at shirt buttons, undoing a few of them slowly. "And... and......" He can't complete that sentence, those words hitting him and sending another wave of embarrassment through him. "No-- was I supposed to?" It wasn't like Rook was obvious!! He looks at everyone with so much adoration and-- and really, Epel was convinced he was in love with Vil! So! He overlooked anything that might confirm that these feelings went two ways!!!

"I-- I want--.... ugh, I don't want to say it, that's so embarrassing!"

Oh, it's too easy. Such soft skin under his lips, just beggingto be tasted..... Rook's kisses turn hungrier, sucking and nibbling at Epel's neck as a gloved hand sneaks under the younger man's shirt. He'd rather get Epel more worked up before he bothers with buttons, make the wait to get freed from his clothes that much harder to bear--he's barely even begun to admit to how much he'd thought about having Epel in his arms.

They've already got such a promising start, after all. Is it really that embarrassing, knowing how much he's adored? Admitting to his own feelings and desires? He'd thought he'd been clear enough in how fond he is of Epel, at least..... "Would it be easier to show me, instead?"

All these new sensations for him have Epel squirming in Rook’s lap. His head tilts to offer him more room against his neck, the sensitive skin there. He makes a soft noise, finding it impossible to avoid those little noises from bubbling up and slipping past his lips. That hand under his shirt, too. Gloved or not, it felt so vulnerable to have someone touching his body so directly.

No, he’s not going to say what he wants. Not directly, at least. The idea of using his body, to show Rook what he wants, is almost worse than using his words. Epel grumbles something unintelligible, shaking his head. “… I just want you. Saying or showing are both equally nerve wracking…!” Epel complains, lightly, as he adjusts his position atop Rook.

“I’d rather you show me what you’ve thought about before.” He turns it right back into Rook that way, partially without putting it all on himself at all. “I… If I have to choose one… I’ve thought about similar things, you know? Being laid bare for you,” He’s trying his best to keep this up, to match the energy he’s brought on all by himself, but Seven, he’s getting so flustered, so focused on those new sensations.

”… bein’ claimed by you, in every possible way…” Comes the little mumble, barely audible, through this little gasps and quiet noises.

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Rook at least has the grace not to laugh at poor Epel's embarrassment, but that doesn't stop him from an entirely too self-satisfied smile while his face is hidden. Who wouldn't be pleased, earning such charming little sounds and squirms? Or getting someone so worked up that the very idea of expressing their desires is too overwhelming to confront? Ah, how brightly they must burn! Anyone should feel flattered, knowing they're the object of such passions. "Ah, it seems our thoughts really did run in the same direction! I would be glad to show you, in that case."

It's all the warning Epel gets, before Rook obediently moves to claim him as bidden. Soft kisses are replaced by a sudden, powerful bite, teeth sinking into one of those tender places he'd so diligently sought out only minutes ago. A harsh sucking kiss follows immediately after, to leave his mark and stake his claim--along with his other gloved hand sneaking under the waistband of Epel's pants, curling around his balls to give them a gentle but pointed squeeze. Is this a good enough start, or shall he work even harder to make sure that Epel knows just how fully he intends to make him his?

Nothing could have prepared him for that. Yes, his own hands are working at the buttons of Rook's shirt, trying to free more and more of him to touch, to explore, but they still almost immediately as that sudden bite is clamping down against him. He gasps out, ending in a whine, as his body trembles with the sudden harshness to the affection, the sudden pain that it blossoms within. On that note, it wasn't a pain he disliked, either.

Plus, with Rook's hand grasping him, curling around his balls to squeeze there alongside that harsh kiss, Epel's like putty in his hands. Both of his own curl against Rook's half-open shirt, grasping the fabric as his hips rock forward, his eyes squeezing shut, and a little eager moan slipping out, followed soon after by a gasp of Rook's own name. So easily, he's lost that hurried feeling, simply falling into the moment, letting out a soft, shuddering breath.

Finally, he manages to get ahold of himself enough to get back to messing with those buttons, his breathing a bit further labored now. "... How come you're so bold so easily, huh?" He murmurs, embarrassed.

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tags i have to close my eyes to post LMAO the secondhand embarrassment is real

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