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I don't have to convince either of us, Tyler.

[It's strange, perhaps scary, how quickly Fabian flips from silly drunk to... Whatever this is. Dark and seductive like a siren. He even surprises himself sometimes.

His hand moves slowly at Tyler's waist, palm sliding across his middle, fingertips slipping just under the hem of his shirt.]

We both know.

What do you think we know?

[ Tyler's skin tingles where Fabian touches, his skin warm beneath his pajamas. The slight bite of those cold fingertips provide enough sensation in this context it's erotic over anything else.

It's the middle of the night but Tyler has a pretty good idea of how much sleep he won't be getting anytime soon. ]

[He huffs a soft laugh. He's still just a lad, naive enough that he wants Fabian to say the quiet part out loud. Maybe he shouldn't be doing this, stealing what remains of Tyler's innocence or what have you, but it's difficult to stop.]

We both know you wanted me here, in your bed.

[ Tyler hums as if he's considering that not as a statement of fact but as an opinion. It's his last shred of trying to be cool about this. As if he's not very aware of every part of his body and where it is in relation to every part of Fabian's body. ]

Interesting theory.

[ As if he's also not already getting wet at the fact Fabian is in his bed. ]

Theory?

[Another laugh.]

I am not a man of theories.

[His hand slips fully under Tyler's shirt, palm flat and sliding over his belly button.]

I dropped out of school when I was thirteen. I only know what I can see with my eyes and touch with my hands.

[ Tyler tries to keep his breathing steady even as Fabian's palm presses against his stomach. Easier said than done when his whole body is on the verge of crying out for more. Keeping the smart comments coming is way more difficult like this. ]

Kinda dark in here, so... guess it's all... on your, um. Hands.

[He cracks a grin as he realizes Tyler is getting a little flustered.]

Would you like me to stop, Tyler?

[His tone doesn't change much, but he does want to give him an out if he needs one.]

No.

[ That answer is sharper an more urgent, Tyler squirming against Fabian like if he stops somebody might die. And Fabian's not wrong at all. Tyler did and does want the man in his bed. ]

Don't stop.

[Fabian's brows lift at that response, and his grin opens, unnaturally white canine teeth gleaming in the dark.]

Well, that was a quick change of tune.

[The urge to take him aggressively is there, but he thinks Tyler deserves a little more teasing, for his stubbornness. He moves in a little closer, taking Tyler's earlobe between his teeth, flicking at it with his tongue as he nips it. At the same time, his hand travels up toward the smaller man's sternum.]

[ Despite his body aching for more, Tyler does manage to huff out a laugh and Fabian's commentary. He's stubborn but when it suits him he can get with the program.

Fabian's hands are warming up enough at least that they're not so cold against his skin. And he's resting the urge to push himself into those touches desperately. ]

If you're gonna keep me up, better make it good.

Oh, a challenge... I'm ever so intimidated.

[Make it good? Don't make him laugh...

But Fabian cannot shy away from a challenge, which is likely exactly what his bedmate wanted; to goad him so as not to have to admit how much he wants this. His hand wanders back down to Tyler's waist, his hip. He grips there, sudden and strong, pulling him onto his side to face Fabian. He leans into the crook of his neck and kisses there, open-mouthed and skillful, using suction and teeth to tease at his skin.]

[ Unable to hold back the sharp breath out as Fabian's mouth presses hot against his neck, Tyler commits enough that he lifts his chin, jaw and neck more exposed.

For somebody who has very little experience in this area, he's decided that he wants to have this type of connection with Fabian. So for all the teasing and feisty demands, he really is putting himself in the man's hands in a way that makes him feel vulnerable. ]

Counting on you to rise to the challenge.

[ His own fingers, having woven into Fabian's shirt, then hook gently onto one of his gold chains. ]

[He's in good hands. Fabian is well aware that Tyler is younger and less experienced, and as slutty as he may be, he values consent and personal autonomy above all else.

He doesn't respond to the banter, because he's in the zone now. It's him and Tyler's body, and he's only paying attention to the sounds his partner is making, the cues he's giving. He continues to work at Tyler's neck hungrily, his hand travelling up his back under his shirt, pressing their bodies closer together. He kisses up to his ear, biting the lobe of it again.

He then pulls back enough to look Tyler in the eyes, his own pupils blown wide. Checking in.]

How is it so far?

[ It takes a second for Tyler's eyes to crack open again from where they'd fluttered shut. His touch senses doing far more for him than his sight is, he figured not trying to stare at Fabian in the dark was probably the right choice, and his brain capacity is diminishing by the second.

He looks slightly surprised at the question. As if not expecting to be asked. And he can feel a level of care in the question that doesn't feel like it can be faked. ]

Making me glad I came and got you. It feels good. But... I might explode...

[He left his tone open enough that Tyler could use it as an opportunity to give early feedback on his performance, if he'd rather be cheeky than sincere, but in truth he does just want to know that he's okay and enjoying himself.]

Oh no, not an explosion!

[He laughs with surprise. That is not what he was expecting Tyler to say, but he supposes it makes sense.]

Don't worry. I think I can handle it.

[With that he kisses Tyler's lips, gently, cradling his face with one hand.]

[ 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.]

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cw: nsfw

stares at every thread on this post... closes my eyes... yes that

lmao Fabian getting very lucky is tonight's topic

he does not deserve it

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