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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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