IC Contact - Duplicity

[understood]

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[understood]

[ The paint does taste a little chalky, but not in a bad way, just kind of like really cheap chocolate. Probably the way Fraser moans quietly and shivers more than make up for it, anyway. ]

Andy...

[scarrystories]

[ He's not stopping. He draws back so he can lap at Ben's palm, licking off all the paint there. ]

[understood]

[ Fraser makes a low, desperate noise deep in his throat, fingers curling slightly as he fights the urge to flip Andy over and take him—he wants to, but he doesn't want this to stop, either, the hot, almost ticklish slide of Andy's tongue over his palm, the cutting intimacy of the moment. ]

[scarrystories]

[ Once he gets all the pain off he pushes Ben back against the bed and kisses him. ]

[understood]

[ That's perfect. He lets himself be pushed back, but then surges up under Andy, wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing back hungrily. ]

[scarrystories]

[ He wanted to lick off the flowers too, but he's now thoroughly distracted. ]

[understood]

[ Mindless and insistent, Fraser drags his nails down Andy's back. They're blunt, so he has to use force to make it sting. He arches his hips up so he can grind against Andy, enjoying the restrictive friction of rubbing up against his jeans. Not once does he stop kissing him, fierce and messy, biting at his lip, thrusting with his tongue. ]

[scarrystories]

[ Andy was not expecting this to escalate so much so fast, but he loves it. He moans without breaking the kiss, arms wrapped tightly around Ben. This is just Andy's favorite thing in the world, being here with someone he loves. ]

[understood]

[ Once fingers go in mouths, that's it for Ben. Something in him goes feral, some deep part of him insists that this is life or death. That losing himself in Andy is salvation. He can't stop. ]

[scarrystories]

[ That's all excellent, Andy'd be taking mental notes if he weren't so utterly lost in this.

He does reach down to unbutton Ben's jeans though. He's aware enough to know he wants to get railed. ]

[understood]

[ Ben kicks and wriggles to get out of them, coordinated even when frantic, yanking Andy's off as well when there's space. ]

God, please—

[scarrystories]

[ Andy kicks off his pants and underwear and then immediately wraps both legs around Ben's waist, pulling him closer. ]

Come on.

[understood]

Ride me?

[ He's too caught up to be shy. It's barely a question, almost an order. ]

[scarrystories]

Yes, sir.

[ He rolls on top of Ben and reaches for the lube on the bedside table. ]

[understood]

I didn't mean—

[ He wasn't being intentionally bossy. But he gets too distracted watching Andy to finish the sentence. ]

[scarrystories]

[ Instead of prepping himself he takes one of Ben's hands with his and pours lube over his fingers. ]

[understood]

[ That gets a soft gasp out of Fraser, before he reaches between Andy's legs to tease at his entrance. ]

[scarrystories]

Come on.

[ He's not in as much of a hurry as Ben is, but still. He presses himself against his fingers, urging him on. ]

[understood]

[ Just because Fraser is drowning in desire and has gone non-verbal doesn't necessarily mean he's in a hurry. He won't tease, but he's intent on prepping Andy thoroughly, stretching him with his fingers and wrapping his free hand around Andy's balls so he has leverage to resist if Andy tries to rush him. ]

[scarrystories]

[ That doesn't seem very fair, Andy doesn't have that kind of self-control when Ben's involved. He moans at the grip on his balls. ]

Fuck, come on.

[understood]

[ Okay, alright, he lets go and slicks up his cock instead, gripping the base so Andy can sink down onto it more easily. ]

[scarrystories]

[ Andy does sink down on Ben's cock the second he's allowed to. He doesn't want any time either, taking it all in in one smooth movement and moaning when it brushes against his prostate. ]

[understood]

[ That draws an echoing moan out of Ben, and he slides his hands up Andy's thighs to have something to hold onto. ]

[scarrystories]

[ He gives himself a minute to adjust. ]

... I meant to lick those flowers off your chest.

[understood]

[ Ben gazes up at him with shining eyes, a look that says everything Andy is doing now and anything he might want to do in the coming moments will be perfect, just perfect. ]