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Thanks. I'm really glad I can count on you, and I'm sure my big sis feels the same.

[He lays back down, quirking a playful smile.] Y'know, you're cute when you blush.

[!!! Well now he's bright red.]

I - I'm not - but you're - what??

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[No running away this time, Alcryst, your legs are trapped...!]

Haha, sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to freak you out or anything.

No, I - thank you?

[He doesn't want Fogado to think he's upset he said it or anything.]

It's just, compared to you - you could do so much better than me.

But it's not a competition, so why are you comparing yourself to anyone? I'm saying you're cute because... you're cute.

[He smiles up at him warmly.]

That's all there is to it.

Well... That's true, but...

[Mrrrr.]

You're still the cuter of the two of us, though.

What, you think I'm cute too? Then that's yet another thing to add to all the stuff we have in common.

[See? Not a competition.]

[Well. He can't argue with that.]

...Do best friends usually call each other cute?

Rosado asks me if he's cute all the time, and we're friends.

[Alcryst is a far cry from Rosado's kind of confidence, though, he'll admit. He decides to just go right ahead and spell it out.]

Buuut that's not the full story. I like you, so I'm flirting with you.

--With me??

[Alcryst tries and fails not to gape openly.]

I don't deserve that- You must have dozens of people who are interested in you! At least!

Maybe I do, but...

[Fogado tugs gently on the front of Alcryst's shirt to bring him closer, his eyes bright with intensity as he leans up to meet him halfway.]

What if you were one of those people?

[Oh. Oh, they're very close. But for some reason Alcryst can't pull away.]

I... thought you already knew I was.

[He hadn't exactly been subtle about it, he thinks.

Even with the clear invitation, he can't make himself cross the last gap between them.]

Yeah. I just want to make sure this is something you're sure about.

[Alcryst isn't very confident about much, and Fogado already knows that the Brodian prince finds him too overwhelming at times. He slackens his grip on his shirt, resting a hand against his shoulder instead.]

Like, what if I made a move and you just went along with it because you didn't know what else to do? I'd feel awful. [And maybe some part of him worried Alcryst would reject him, not that he'd admit as much directly.]

I wouldn't do that. Even if I didn't like you, I wouldn't lead you on.

[And even he understands that if Fogado did something he really didn't want him to do, Diamant would be Unhappy.]

Gotcha. Sorry for doubting you.

[Maybe he was trying to be considerate, but for once, it was more like he was just projecting his own insecurity. In plenty of ways, Alcryst is much more honest than he'll ever be.

He reaches to cup Alcryst's cheek once more, a small smile creeping back into his expression.]

How about we take it from the top...?

[Alcryst's face just keeps getting redder. Faced between the mortifying ordeal of kissing Fogado first and the mortifying ordeal of directly asking Fogado to kiss him, he hesitates for a moment longer before clumsily pressing his mouth to Fogado's.

It's probably pretty apparent that he's never done this before and doesn't really know how to kiss well, but he's trying his best and Fogado probably won't laugh at him. Probably. Almost definitely.]

[Fogado doesn't laugh, even if the sudden clumsiness catches him a bit by surprise. Nonetheless, he closes his eyes and gently returns the kiss, his touch moving to twine in Alcryst's hair.

Maybe it's another effect of how touch works in this place, but he feels a heady rush even now. He deepens the kiss, parting his lips slightly in invitation.]

[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.]

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