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[ Tyler's kisses are soft at first, and at least he knows how to do this much. But they soon turn hungry, a yearning heat and desire fueling him. He could deny it until he's blue in the face but it's clear he wants Fabian.

He slides his leg up the outside of Fabian's, knee settling at his hip as he drapes a leg over and rocks against the other man almost imperceptibly. This he has less firm ideas about but he feels like if he doesn't find some friction for his clit soon he will die, and that's not at all dramatic. ]

[He knew that desire was there, despite Tyler's attempts to hide it, but as it becomes more obvious, it's drawn out of Fabian in kind. His own drunken, numbed body is waking up, and he makes a soft, deep moan into Tyler's mouth, like he's just tasted something delicious.

He shifts to slide his thigh between Tyler's legs, grinding his hips up against him to provide him some pressure. He groans as his own cock presses up against Tyler at the same time. His hand moves to the back of Tyler's head, clasping it, digging his fingertips in to deepen their kiss impossibly more.]

[ Hips rocking against Fabian's thigh, the fabric of his pajamas and boxers is just thin enough that even the first taste of delightful friction forces a gasp from Tyler. As if the surge of pleasure has caught him way off-guard.

He grins a little bashfully at that, eyes dropping to look at Fabian's mouth blurrily before diving back in for another kiss, tasting the remnants of alcohol on those lips. ]

[Fabian grins back. That's what he likes to hear.

As their lips crash together again, he grinds his thigh in earnest up into Tyler, seeking more of his sounds. His hand on the smaller man's lower back encourages his hips to roll as well. He catches his lower lip between his teeth and pulls on it.]

[ With the gentle tug at his lip and the thigh to grind on, Tyler knows he could get himself off right here. And part of him wants to, desperate for that rush of pleasure. But there's also the desire for Fabian to touch him, all over, and it's that eventual realization that wins out. ]

Want you to get me off?

[ He sounds less confident but not unsure. Like he's just not used to asking for that. ]

[Fabian grins again, nodding encouragingly, glad Tyler feels comfortable asking for what he wants.]

Hands, mouth, both...?

Hands.

[ To start with, anyway. He's still getting used to the idea of not being the only guy responsible for getting himself off. He leans up to press a kiss to Fabian's mouth but misses by a fraction and gets the corner of his lips instead. ]

[Fabian exhales another laugh at the missed kiss.]

I hope someone has told you recently that you're incredibly cute.

[He makes just enough room between them to slide his hand under Tyler's waistbands, travelling downward until he finds the wet heat of him, and moaning just from touching it. Just knowing how turned on this man is, in itself, is a turn-on for Fabian. Callused fingers find his clit, engorged with arousal, and press down on it gently in slow circles. He watches Tyler's face closely for cues of pleasure or discomfort.]

[ Tyler would chafe at being called cute if Fabian's hand wasn't buried in his underwear. Especially with this angle, with one of his legs hiked up and draped over Fabian's hip, he moans the moment that calloused finger pad starts to tease his clit, forehead pressing to Fabian's cheek, eyes shut. ]

Oh fuck...

[ It's a whisper, careful not to be too loud, but unburdened in every other way. There's no mistaking how wet he is, how turned on he is by Fabian in general. ]

Fuck... yeah, that's good.

[Good lord, he's hot. Fabian's body reacts again, but he ignores it, focusing solely on Tyler.]

Good...

[Fabian coos in a soft whisper, his other arm wrapping around Tyler's neck from underneath, holding him closely. His fingers dip down to catch some of that slick and drag it up over his clit to lubricate it more. He adds more pressure gradually, moving a little faster, testing how much stimulation he might like.]

[ Tyler's body feels like the first few days right before spring blossoms, energy building up to something pleasurable. That coil of blissful heat winding tighter as Fabian's finger dips to his pussy briefly before back to his clit.

He groans again, this time turning his head and pressing his mouth to the pillow to muffle it. As caught up in this as he is, he's still very aware that they aren't in the house alone.

His hips rock slightly inelegantly, careful not to exert too much pressure against Fabian's wrist despite wanting more. ]

You can bite down on me.

[He whispers this, happy to give Tyler an outlet that isn't moaning. He's not particularly into pain, but he has a high pain tolerance.

He presses down harder, rolling his clit between his fingers.]

Would you like me inside?

[ As far as Tyler knows he's not into inflicting pain, but then he hasn't had the opportunity to explore much of what he likes anyway. The offer hits a different part of him, one that recognizes Fabian's offer as considerate, too. Like he can tell Tyler doesn't want to make so much noise that everybody else knows exactly what they're doing.

He almost splutters between a breath and a laugh, especially as the other man asks if Tyler wants him inside and the resounding answer is a heated-- ]

Yeah.

[ Instead of finding the curve of the other man's neck to bite into, he searches for his mouth for kisses instead. Parts his lips ready for a tongue to press inside. ]

[Well, he did say he was staying with his sister. If Fabian had a sister, he can imagine he wouldn't want her to hear him moaning in the night.

He will absolutely take a kiss instead, though, gladly. He smiles at Tyler's enthusiastic answer as their lips meet. He eases his tongue into his partner's mouth first, then slips a middle finger down into his cunt, his palm dragging down over his clit as he does so, not letting up on the pressure there. Once one finger is comfortably inside, he adds his ring finger. Hm, he should have taken off his jewelry, but there is nothing sharp on these fingers to poke or pinch anything, just a smooth gold band. Both fingers curl around to sink into Tyler's g-spot, easily finding the small mound of nerves there and pressing against it.

All of this is second-nature to Fabian, so as he does it, he's multi-tasking, kissing Tyler hungrily.]

[ Groan muffled by the tongue in his mouth, Tyler kisses Fabian back feverishly as that pair of digits find his g spot. Whatever nerves he might have had thinking about doing this with somebody else are lost under the weight of his arousal. Fabian's fingers slide into him easily because he's so turned on, his body practically writhing up against the bigger man's as if his life depends on it.

He can feel his clit throb wildly, his entire lower body tensing slightly as he rocks his hips forward, chasing more of the same pleasure. Chasing what feels in much closer proximity now. And even just thinking of coming around Fabian's fingers inches him that much closer. ]

[Gods, it's hard not to lose himself in the way Tyler is moving against him, the way Fabian has him held securely like a precious piece of finery he's making off with. Tyler is so incredibly attractive, small and grabbable, making delicious sounds into his mouth... His own cock aches and leaks by now, but Fabian stays focused on his task. With his hand now in the perfect position, he goes full tilt, essentially gripping Tyler inside and out, his palm working against his clit while his fingers deeply massage the sweet spot inside.]

Fuck. Fuck! I'm gonna come...

[ All whispered urgently like a secret against Fabian's lips. Tyler's rocking hips pausing where Fabian's fingers are at their deepest point. He's very aware of Fabian hard in his own pants and that just serves to turn him on more.

He can feel the sudden build of pressure, can feel that point of no return hurtling towards him with every new crook of Fabian's fingers inside him. ]

[Oh, that is music to his ears.]

Yes. Come for me, darling.

[His fingers press in, deep and hard, his hand unrelenting on both sensitive spots. His other arm cradles Tyler through his orgasm, mouth open for the taking.]

[ His groan is muffled against Fabian's mouth but his body tensing as he tips over the edge is an obvious indication. And so is the way Tyler's pussy clenches rhythmically around Fabian's fingers, pulsing as his orgasm washes over him with wave after wave of pleasure.

He presses a clumsy kiss to Fabian's mouth as the pleasure starts to tail off, like his brain only just allowed him enough space to remember how to kiss. ]

[Good gods. Fabian has to stifle his own moan at how Tyler writhes in his arms and clenches around his fingers. He can't help but think how incredible that would feel elsewhere...

He has the urge to praise Tyler, but he's not sure it would land well. He seems the headstrong type, so it may just irritate him. Instead, he kisses him back like a man starved.

When he finally breaks away for a moment, breathless:]

Apologies, you've worked me up terribly.

[ It takes a few moments of Tyler coming back to himself before he can huff out an incredulous laugh. Like he's tickled by that. ]

I worked you up?

[ Seems funny when Fabian's fingers are still inside him, post-orgasm. But Tyler hasn't missed the few times the hard bulge in Fabian's pants has pressed against him.

He grins at Fabian conspiratorially. ]

You want to..?

Yes, you're unfairly, cruelly alluring, Tyler...

[Fabian whimpers this desperately enough that there's no room for doubt as to his sincerity; he's obviously tortured.

He was beginning to sober up, but now he feels drunk all over again, dizzy as Tyler meets his eyes.]

So badly.

[His lips kiss aimlessly at Tyler's face, like they're taking any bit of him that they can get.]

But we don't have to, if...

[If he's not ready for that, or if he doesn't want to do it in his sister's house, or what have you.]

[ Something about how Fabian talks to him takes most of his nerves away. He's not actually had full penetrative sex before so by all rights he should be feeling a lot more vulnerable.

But he feels amused and safe, and that seems as good a mix as any.

And thinking about it has his clit tingling in interest again. ]

I want to. Definitely.

I just... [ he pauses, looking at Fabian seriously ] haven't done it before.

[Fabian huffs an exhale, pulling his fingers out of Tyler and trying to sober himself a little. He'd been worried about that. Not that this is the first time he's been in bed with a virgin, nor will it be the last.

So he says what he always does:]

If you do not want your first time to be with a filthy scoundrel, you should save it.

[He winks, playfully self-effacing.]

Truly, it is whatever you choose, Tyler.

A filthy scoundrel?

[ Tyler chuckles at the phrasing. Fabian's got a fun way of speaking. But once Tyler has his mind made up, it's difficult to change it. And he doesn't think he's misread the other man. Filthy scoundrel or not, Fabian isn't an asshole. ]

I'm sure.

[ He has no idea what time it is now. Probably closer to 4am. But he's not tired anymore. ]

Come on. What better than a filthy scoundrel for all other men to have to live up to?

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