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[Alcryst feels warm all over, a little light-headed. He tries to copy Fogado as best he can, mimicking the movement of his lips. A soft little 'ah' escapes him when Fogado's lips part.

He holds onto Fogado's shoulders to try to steady himself a little, but he already feels like he's being swept away.]

[Fogado deepens the kiss, and that soft little noise from Alcryst sends a thrill through him. Finally, he had a way to show all the affection he held for the other prince, affection which Alcryst rarely held for himself. He wishes he could pour it all into him at once, but there's no sense of urgency, even the hand tangled in his hair more languid than anything. There's no war here; they can take their time and relax, and Fogado can give as much of himself as Alcryst wants, a little at a time.

Yet soon he breaks off enough to give him room to breathe, but stays close, their breaths still near enough to mingle.]

...How was that?

[Good, he hopes. He's a perfectly good kisser, if he does say so himself.]

[Alcryst may not have anyone to compare Fogado to, but he would agree that he's a very, very good kisser. When Fogado pulls back, Alcryst's face is flushed, and his eyes are hazy when he opens them.]

Th-that was... amazing.

[He wants to do it again. And he can, actually, just go ahead and kiss him again, without worrying that Fogado has changed his mind. So he does.]

[Fogado's elated that Alcryst took it so well, and pleasantly surprised to see him taking the lead. A little proud, too. All it took was some nudging in the right direction, and he was able to do the rest on his own. Isn't that the kind of boost he needs?

Not that Fogado is thinking too hard about that now, because Alcryst's hot mouth is on his again. His hand untangles from his hair, while his tongue explore's Alcryst's. He's starting to feel warmer and warmer, and fumbles to unfasten the top few buttons of his shirt -- no easy feat while multitasking with his eyes closed -- partly exposing his well-muscled chest. An invitation for Alcryst to start touching him too, if he wants.]

[Alcryst hears Fogado fumbling around a little, but doesn't make the connection to what he's doing until he pulls back again to catch his breath and sees that Fogado's partially unbuttoned his shirt. Even with all of his everything, Alcryst can't read that as anything other than an invitation.

He lifts one hand - hesitates, lowers it. Lifts it again. Repeat several times as he visibly wars with himself over whether he really, really, really should be allowed to touch someone as gorgeous as Fogado. It's probably very funny to watch, he thinks.]

[Fogado lies back and gazes up at him with barely-stifled amusement in his twinkling eyes, and decides to make a scene of unbuttoning his shirt all the way, adding the extra temptation of his abs and waist.]

And here I thought I was irresistable. That's some self-restraint.

[He teases, then adds not-so-innocently--] Maybe if I keep going, it'll change your mind...?

[This is either a dream or a joke, because there's no way that Fogado is actually offering to get naked in front of him. Still, the threat (promise?) of that is enough to snap Alcryst out of his indecision.

He presses both hands to Fogado's chest, hands mapping out his muscles through touch. Even though he's not the one getting felt up right now, Alcryst still can't help but gasp.]

You are - amazing.

I'm also super ticklish, so be gentle.

[He's joking, because he's not actually laughing, watching Alcryst instead with undisguised fondness as his hands explore his body. It's not like it's nothing Alcryst hasn't seen before, when Fogado was a frequenter of the pool back on the Somniel, but getting to look and getting to touch are two different things entirely.]

[Alcryst has looked, and felt bad for looking, but he never imagined he'd be invited to feel.

He keeps his touch gentle as requested, tracing every line of muscle. There's a flush on his cheeks that only gets darker as something occurs to him.]

...Should I take something off too? I'm not as impressive to look at, though...

[But fair is fair.]

Not a competition. [Fogado reminds him again gently, giving him a gentle punch on the arm. He'll say it as many times as he needs to hear it.] But yeah, I'd love to see you too.

[He'll even sit up and move along the couch to give him some space, in the meanwhile shrugging his own shirt off his shoulders and ditching it entirely. The shoes go, too.]

[It's not a competition, and Fogado wouldn't think less of him for keeping all his clothes on. But at the same time, if Fogado looked at Alcryst the same way that Alcryst was just looking at him - he would like that very much.

He's not wearing the jacket indoors, so that leaves the vest and shirt. The vest is unbuttoned easily enough, and he sets it neatly aside. Next is the shirt, and Alcryst goes down the line of buttons without letting himself think about it too much. It's not the hottest method of taking off clothes, but it's efficient.]

[It's fine if Alcryst isn't exactly making it look hot, because Fogado's on hand to make him feel hot anyway. No sooner has he reached the lower half of his buttons than Fogado straddles him, slipping his hands into his open shirt to settle on his hips. He's eyes travel down and up once more, gaze filled with a more burning intensity than his usual, shining warmth.]

You're gorgeous. [He can already hear the not as much as you comeback, so he decides to cut him off before he can start, beginning a series of gentle kisses starting from his jawline and working his way down, pressing his lips to where he's sure he can feel a pulse. He says in a breathy way, reverent, barely above a whisper,] I want to make sure you know how I feel.

[Not how Alcryst feels about himself, trapped in his own head all the time. He resumes his descent in slow, delicate kisses.]

Oh- oh-

[As much as Fogado might have (jokingly) praised his self-restraint earlier, it's all abandoned Alcryst by now. Fogado's lips on his neck tear a breathy moan from him, something foreign to his own ears, and one hand tangles in Fogado's hair.]

Fogado-

[No 'Prince', this time. He'll apologize for the breach of decorum later.]

[Alcryst is making all the right sound to encourage Fogado to continue lavishing him with his attentions, nipping playfully at the delicate skin of his neck, then moving down to his throat. Sure, he says he's no Diamant, but he doesn't have to be, his hands moving up behind his back to explore the solid, lithe muscles that can only belong to a fellow archer. His hips rock to grind against him, creating a friction that means he lets slip a soft noise of his own.]

[From his perch, Fogado can feel Alcryst's excitement and arousal when he grinds against him. Alcryst would apologize if his mouth weren't occupied with a low groan.]

F-Fogado, please... [He tilts his head to bare more of his neck to him, giving him room to work. His hands are back on Fogado's chest, rubbing more firmly this time.]

[The feeling of Alcryst's growing arousal sends a thrill through him, as does the feeling of his hands on Fogado's chest, and Fogado continues to kiss along his neck, soon pausing to suck at his skin. (He's not trying to leave a hickey on purpose, but if one happens... Oops?)

Soon he decides to slow things down, though, kissing Alcryst on the lips once more to get his attention, gently cupping his face in a hand.]

Hey... Everything good? [Obviously it is, with how Alcryst is all but begging for more, but that's not quite what he means.] If we need to slow it down, you can tell me.

[Alcryst will absolutely be embarrassed to death over hickeys, but that's a concern for later.

It takes Alcryst a second to catch his breath. He feels like he needs something to ground himself, so he reaches for Fogado's other hand and squeezes it.]

This is a lot. But... in a good way, I think?

[You're supposed to be overwhelmed, or at least that's how it goes in some of the books Alcryst pretends to have never heard of or read.]

[Fogado's starry eyes are searching Alcryst's for confirmation he means it, and when he's sure, he squeezes his hand in return.]

Good. Then let me help you with this.

[He kind of interrupted Alcryst before he could finish taking his shirt off, so he helps him out of it. Then he runs a hand down his chest, pressing kisses to the corner of his mouth, to his jaw, as he rolls his hips against him, his arousal, a second time. As long as he's sure Alcryst is happy, then he can enjoy himself with no reservations, too.]

Fogado-

[Alcryst's skin is burning where Fogado touches him. His hips jerk up to meet Fogado's, the added friction tearing a gasp from his lips.]

Is it - would it be okay to ask for more?

[This may be the bravest thing he's said in his life.]

Anything for you.

[Fogado's practically breathless with desire himself, so he shifts off of him and back onto the couch, next moving to unfasten the fly of Alcryst's pants. He caresses a hand along his need through his underclothes, eyes flicking up to Alcryst's.]

It'd be wrong not to take responsibility. Look what I've done to you. [He smiles at him, teasing, beginning to rub his length in slow, gentle strokes.]

[From Fogado, Alcryst can almost believe it, that he could ask for anything and Fogado would give it to him.

His breath hitches, and he reaches out to palm at Fogado through his pants as well, clumsy but eager.]

You too. That's - because of me. [He says it in awe, like it's a miraculous thing. Fogado is aroused because of him. He did this.]

[Alcryst's touch sends a shiver down his spine; the loose and airy clothes he's so fond of wearing don't leave much to the imagination when it comes to touch.]

Guess you found me out... I want you so badly. [He leans in to kiss him again, even while they're touching each other, like his affection for him is so boundless he can't contain himself.]

[It's hard to kiss someone and moan at the same time, it turns out, and both of those are extremely important things for Alcryst at the moment. He does his best!

Fogado's clothes are fairly loose, so it's not that hard to pull them down and out of the way. He wraps his hand around him and matches the rhythm that Fogado has set.]

[Fogado had been happy to just take care of Alcryst, so to have him be so forward catches Fogado off guard -- but not at all in a bad way. He lets out a small gasp and a moan of encouragement, pressing unconsciously into his hand with want. Yet his own touch on Alcryst doesn't slow, taking him in his hand fully, starting off slow but soon increasing the pace.]

Just-- just like that, yeah. [He can barely think straight, but he wants to give Alcryst assurance.]

[As though Alcryst would not immediately be determined that Fogado should feel as good as he does, if not better. He presses into Fogado's hand, shame momentarily discarded in favor of need as his own strokes match Fogado's pace.]

You're beautiful. [That's not the right word to describe a prince, but it's what comes to Alcryst's lips now. He'll apologize later.]

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