[That kiss catches him mid-laugh, as Dearka is still snickering unabashedly at Yzak's flustered reaction. Their mouths make contact, and he lets out a surprised little grunt. The hand on Yzak's waist does a miniature spasm, letting go for just a heartbeat, only to immediately grip back on even tighter...
The thrum of excitement that shivers through Dearka in that moment is loud and triumphant. He meets Yzak's neediness with aplomb, naturally matching that intensity by unleashing his own.
(And as they start to make out sloppy style, he nudges his partner straight backwards towards the foot of the bed, wordlessly suggesting that they make themselves nice and comfortable...)]
[ Sloppy, but over the last couple of months Yzak's grown more and more assured with both the quality of his kissing (because much like everything else, he strives to be good at it) as well as the enthusiasm with which he does it. Less awkward (unless Dearka's saying or doing something to make it so), easier to melt into and get lost in. An accurate reflection of what his feelings have been doing over this time; changing, growing.
Still, right now he's feeling pretty charged up due to the events of the night only making him constantly think of how much more he'd prefer to be with Dearka. The silly yet very real guilt he had about it is gone now that he's gotten an apology out of his system, so what he feels is all him and all from a place of his own desire for his partner.
He's always needed Dearka. In his life. As his friend. At his side. He never thought he'd come to need him like this, too. Even if deep down, it's always been there.
Yzak moves back at the physical urging, each step careful and reluctant to let Dearka go. And he has to eventually break from his assault on his lips, but when he does, he keeps those hands on his face, gives himself a moment to breathe with a couple of short breaths while he gazes into his eyes. His own have an almost electric intensity to them, the blue more vibrant against the flush of his face.
Yzak's hands leave Dearka's face, fingertips brushing as they draw back, inviting him to follow as he drops down onto the bed. Immediately, he scoots back to make room for him, grabbing and pulling at one of his sleeves. ]
[Dearka laughs breathily at the gesture, but decides to keep the thought to himself that Yzak is being extremely adorable, tugging on his sleeve like that...
Great news: he's ALL too eager to fill the space left behind for him, desperate as he is to get back to making out. He readily slots in next to Yzak, and this time he moves to be the one who catches the other in a kiss first.
It's deep. And passionate. And when Dearka has to surface for air finally, the first thing he does is look Yzak lovingly in the eye, and snicker playfully:]
[ One arm loops around Dearka's neck when he follows him down and kisses him again, hand resting on the opposite shoulder. Which keeps their faces close when he pauses to speak, his chuckle a comfort even in its silliness, keeping Yzak from overthinking the fact that he's not as interested in sleeping as he was a few minutes ago.
He licks at his own lips, head tipping and half amused, that hand squeezing at his shoulder. ]
You sure that's not just you? You did swipe half my drink, you bastard.
[Dearka's half-reclined at the moment, heavily propped up on one hand. He pauses, and curiously darts his tongue over his own lips, mirroring Yzak.]
Ah... Well. Maybe. [He smiles smugly. No apology will be given.] I guess this is one way of giving some of it back to you?
[He feels that squeeze at his shoulder, and it lights something in him. Something small, but which he still needs to stay clear of... lest he drive himself insane with all the things he wants to do to Yzak but can't, and vice versa.]
[ Yzak can't even judge the audacity of this man - it's one of the many things he's attracted to about him and why he's here right now, kissing him and wanting to keep him close. And because things wouldn't be nearly as enriching for him if he wasn't with someone who sassed back to him like this, poked and challenged him but ultimately cared about him. He gives a fond roll of the eyes, tipping his face back in, his nose nudging gently against Dearka's. ]
How noble.
[ The next kiss he gives him is lighter, usually a tell that he's finding himself getting too into things and needing to reel it back some. But unlike those other times, he doesn't feel sated with just this, so his body presses in a little closer as he does so, and he lets out a soft sigh against Dearka's lips. He swallows, some of that awkwardness rising up in him again, but he holds his gaze. ]
[For a moment, Dearka stares, stunned, his breath catching in his throat.
...It's not like it's a weird thing to ask. It's not like he doesn't want to BE asked, or doesn't want things to head in a more intimate direction. But now that the question's finally been posed... He's realizing how ill-prepared he really is.
Well. What was it that Yzak said earlier, about the best commanders being able to act off the cuff...?]
Yes, [Dearka breathes, trying not to trip over his own damn tongue. His free hand settles on Yzak's thigh, squeezing it lightly.] Fuck, yes, of course I do.
[This man has been dying of thirst, waiting for his partner's permission to drink.]
[ He can make out both the excitement as well as the traces of nerves in Dearka's voice. It's cute ... not that Yzak doesn't know Dearka well enough to know full well that his partner isn't as debonair as he pretends to be when he's flirty and joking at face value - he can get just as fumbly when things get serious. But it's nice, too, because at least Yzak isn't alone in feeling ill-prepared. Sure, he's the one who just offered to continue on, but he's still not sure himself about what he wants to do here. He's still in the very secret process of reading up on the specifics of the correct and most comfortable ways two guys can go all the way, so he'd sure as hell not keen on that just yet. But otherwise ... he's well aware that there are a number of options.
The way Dearka stares at him causes him to dip his head down after a beat, a fluttering awkward heat rising in his face. ]
T-then bear with me, because I'm playing this by ear.
[ The hand landing on his thigh does more than Yzak expects it to. He's not used to his body betraying him like this, but it feels far too nice to be upset about it. Dearka will feel him tense slightly at the gesture, his abdomen tightening with anticipation though he's only at the point where arousal is still kindling inside of him. ]
And you're not the only one who feels that way! Do you have any idea how difficult you've made it to hold out until now!?
[Dearka laughs, not at Yzak but just kind of generally, in a nervous sort of way.]
I did? I didn't mean to! Sheesh... I mean, yeah, of course we can play it by ear! But. Hah.
[His words are coming at a bit more of a rush than usual; he's breathy with excitement AND nerves, and doing a terrible job of hiding it.]
You're gonna have to either let me get up for a sec first, or help me take these stupid antlers off, because... I mean. H-however far we get, I don't want...
[UGH. hes just gotta say it.]
....I don't want our first time together to involve me wearing goofy novelty Christmas headgear, okay?
[ Yzak gets it. Like, Dearka could be wearing a potato sack and keep the antlers on and so long as Yzak was horny enough he would likely not care so much to get put off. But he agrees, they are absurd and he doesn't want them there, either.
The look he gives back to Dearka is softer, the corners of his lips twitching upward. Maybe it's the endearing way that he speaks too fast and stammers that sparks something a little more daring in him, now. So Yzak presses back in close with a gentle kiss to the lips, then the corner of Dearka's mouth, then down near his jaw. ]
I've got it.
[ While he does that, the hand on Dearka's shoulder lifts, blindly reaching until it finds antler number one. Wanting to revisit his earlier actions out of a ... growing curiosity, he grabs it - and he doesn't yank it back as flustered and panicked like he did at the party. But he still gives it enough of a rough tug to pull his partner's head back a bit, holding it in place while his lips move to his neck.
Okay, he did feel some kind of way about it earlier after all, because doing it again now feels, very good.
He does stay true to his word, so while kissing at Dearka's neck, his hand slides down to fiddle with the clip. ]
[Dearka's both relieved that Yzak steps up to the plate, and that he doesn't take the opportunity to turn the tables on him with any (deserved, lbr) teasing... Because honestly, he's already feeling like a bit of an overly sentimental doof for making that comment about their first time. What is he, a chick? Ugh.
He huffs a quiet "thanks" as his partner moves in to assist, and makes a quizzical noise as he starts to trail kisses further away from his lips...
...He is not AT ALL prepared for the little impromptu experiment that comes next.
Dearka was in a very different state of mind at the party, when the hair pulling incident first happened. He was way more focused on his japes and clowning around than he was about anything else. His mind was AMAZINGLY not in the gutter at the time.
This time, though, he's keyed in.
This time, Yzak tugs, and Dearka's automatic whine of protest cracks into a soft, enthusiastic gasp as he feels those warm lips on his neck. And the fingers in his hair... His scalp tingles pleasantly as Yzak feels around for the clip, and yeah, Dearka's known that having his hair and scalp teased are a good way to get him going... But something about that plus the addition of getting lightly bullied and manhandled...? It's...
...He's pretty excited about it. Evident in the way he's tensing, and trying to watch Yzak sidelong, his eyes glittering with keen interest.]
[ He's much too sentimental himself to really tease him about it. And usually too much of a gentleman ... but what he's doing right now with these antlers isn't very gentleman-like, is it? Being close to Dearka makes it easier to occasionally shed the many limits Yzak always subconsciously has on himself, and he usually never regrets doing so when he ends up enjoying whatever it is Dearka inspires him to do when they let loose and try or go somewhere new.
And to say he's enjoying this is an understatement for what that sound does to him. It's exactly what he wanted, and yet hearing it causes him to pause in his actions, fingers stilling and lips lifting from Dearka's skin. To so easily tear such a sound from him like this is a dangerous power to realize he has. It sends a shiver down his spine and like some audible drug he already wants to hear it again. To hear more. He's a bit surprised at himself for how much that affected him.
He picks right back up again after a beat, a low sound of pleased encouragement rumbles in his throat while he unclips one antler, tosses it off to the side (wow Yzak just throwing things in his own room) and moves to the next. Much like the first, he holds it to make sure Dearka is still in place, mouthing his way back up his neck, close to his ear. The zealousness with which he kisses and grabs at him is offset by the way his hand moves when he removes the second antler. It's surprisingly gentle as his fingers feel around and brush over his scalp, careful and considerate despite the pleasure he just got out of doing the opposite. ]
Fuck...[Dearka breathes out that curse as Yzak resumes his attack.] Heh. I should've guessed you'd like playing a little rough. You're so mean...
[Not a trace of disapproval present in those words. Once spoken, that thought trails off into a pleased groan, and Dearka tries to pull very slightly against Yzak's hold, testing resistance and seeing if he maybe gets corrected. The hand he has on Yzak's thigh, meanwhile, tightens, and then fidgets and jumps up a bit to relocate to his hip, seeking firmer support. Each time Yzak lands a particularly well placed kiss or tug, his fingers grip just a little tighter...
Part of him is conscious that he's not really doing anything to reciprocate, but... For the moment, he thinks that's OK? Besides, he's kind of enjoying being the center of Yzak's attention, letting his partner investigate and experiment while he sits there like an extremely patient show dog...]
[ He probably wants to be corrected, too, fucking freak. Lucky(?) for him, that's what he gets, the test met with tension as Yzak's grip pushes back enough to keep him in place. His ability to multitask comes in handy here, as he's mentally making note of every little twitch, reaction and noise Dearka makes. Committing to memory what draws out the more enthused noises, what makes his grip tighten harder, hyper aware of when that hand moves and feeling a growing desperation for it to wander more.
Hearing the term play rough though kind of kills him. He fails to fully stop the way he sputters in response to that, going beet red as he unclips that hairpiece. Yzak leans back and waves the free antler right in Dearka's face. ]
I know—! Ow—![He tries to lean back away from the antler a little, and promptly runs into the obstacle that is Yzak's fingers still being buried in his roots.]I know!
[Oh, the humanity... Really, he hadn't expected this of all things to get Yzak all flustered. But maybe he should have?]
It was a compliment, I liked it! C'mon, you can't get mad at me for real every time I say something suggestive...!
Also Guy Who Didn't Have To Take The Antlers Off That Way To Begin With. Yzak truly does this to himself. He's not mad as much as he's just ... embarrassed and stupid about dirty talk (he still blushes about holding hands!!) and worried about being clumsy or bad at this.
His fingers felt that uncomfortable tug in Dearka's hair, too. He grimaces with an utter of apology, shifting them to loosen from where they got tangled. And then ... well, he levels with him, since they're being honest. Even though his voice sounds kind of tight as he admits it. ]
... I liked it, too.
[ Said as he tosses the other antler over his shoulder. Ironic, now he has no handlebars to grab onto. ]
[Once he's let go, Dearka huffs in relief, letting his shoulders relax and drop, apparently no worse for wear. Then he exhales a little laugh, shaking his head lightly now that he has the range of motion available to him.]
Alright then. [...He leans in to give Yzak a conciliatory peck on the cheek.] Good.
[Now that they've cleared that up... He shifts his weight on the bed a little, so he can put both hands on his partner, instead of wasting his other arm on just propping himself up. His freed up hand goes to Yzak's other thigh, and the one that was gripping at his hip before tugs teasingly at the side of his shirt.]
My turn, then? [He winks.] If we're good to keep going...
[ The smooch on the cheek is so god damned sweet and surprising that it causes Yzaks' heart to flutter. And that? Rivals the growing arousal that his body feels in how nice it is. It's a bit overstimulating because he's not used to feeling either of these things like this, much less at the same time. So he blinks, looking mildly bewildered, and then quickly tries to save face by twisting his mouth up and making a little tch noise. Tsundere loser. ]
We never stopped being good.
[ His eyes flick down to Dearka's hands, and he hardly needs to tug to get Yzak to move back in now that he's not waving jingling headgear in his face. Now that he's facing him, that means Yzak can scoot in a little better, nearly straddling his lap. Both arms slide over Dearka's shoulders. ]
Your turn. But I'm not in the mood to wait again for mine.
[Dearka laughs through his nose and meets that kiss with an approving grumble. Yzak may be a tsundere loser, but he's HIS tsundere loser, tyvm...
Anyway, let's be real: he's not going to be helping Yzak with the over-stimulation issue any. Evidently, "nearly" straddling his lap isn't enough, because one hand trails to the small of Yzak's back and tries to pull him in closer, urging him to get fully on deck. His other hand... Is pulling a little more insistently at his shirt now. Not tugging forward, but tugging up at one side, very slightly, while he pays close attention to Yzak's reaction. If they're doing this, he wants to get his hands on some uncharted parts of Yzak's body... But he's trying to be a polite boy and signal for permission first, instead of just yanking the hem out from his waistband and going for it.]
[ It doesn't take much coaxing at all to get him to properly push his hips up and in closer, though it's a moment before he properly settles back down. That's because now that they're closer like this, any little amount of friction against his groin or even the insides of his thighs sends a pulse of excitement through him. Despite his being careful though, he still lets out a soft, breathy murmur against Dearka's mouth.
His arms around his neck squeeze slightly, signaling to go ahead with his plan of action. But Dearka will find, despite his best efforts, that Yzak's shirt is...
[Yeah honestly it's kind of hard for Dearka to not think about how close together their dicks are right now? Like. He's still keeping it in his pants. (For now.) Because as previously stated, HE'S TRYING TO BE A POLITE BOY. But it's a trial!!!
More importantly, his attention is on Yzak's shirt, and the mysterious case of it not behaving like a shirt should. He has to duck his head a moment to try and get a proper look, muttering:]
The hell? Is this pinned to your pants or something...?
[ Yzak is even more polite, and this is a trial for him, too. He'd never have assumed he'd want this so quickly and so badly, so much so that he looks confused for a beat at Dearka's question. ]
Huh?
[ He also looks down. ]
Oh.
No. I've got shirt stays on.
[ As he explains, he ... reaches down with a hand to at LEAST unbuckle his own belt, loosening it just enough so he can slip a couple of fingers down near his hip bone to unclip one of the straps. (there are two on each side) When he does so, he tugs at the end of it to show it. ]
[For a second, Dearka can only stare and blink. Shirt stays....... He didn't even know something like that existed? But of course they do, and OF COURSE Yzak would use them. Fussy little man, exercising precise control over how he presents himself at all times...
Recovering after a moment from his bewilderment (and firmly deciding NOT to say anything judgemental about them, this time,) he shakes his head lightly, huffing.]
...Right. Well they need to shirt GO, for now.
[There's a slight snicker in his voice as he says that, ducking his head and kissing along Yzak's jaw while he feels for the other clips. They're easy enough to find and undo, now that he actually knows what he's looking for... One by one they go, and then the moment Yzak's shirt is loosened, both his hands are going up underneath, eagerly exploring. His open palms brush softly up his partner's sides, a shiver running up his spine as he sets out to explore a topography he can't currently see, but has often dreamed about...]
[ The way Yzak looks at him, for a moment it's like he's about to challenge the one he gets. Because he can SEE that bewilderment and he can SEE the way the gears are turning in Dearka's head. And he's ready to go to bat for his shirt stays because they are sophisticated and awesome and befitting of someone like him!
But his awful jokes are too endearing and his lips and hands too distracting to care. Because Yzak quite agrees, they do need to go, and he revels in letting Dearka handle the rest of those fastens. He squirms out of reflex a couple of times when his partner reaches down that low, just beneath his belt, and suddenly his pants seem like too much of a restriction, too. ]
That ... was terrible.
[ Said as if he's not losing his breath halfway into that comment. He tries to bite back a heavy, breathy groan, but fails miserably when he's at the mercy of Dearka's hands on his bare skin. Sure, they've seen each other in various states of undress over the years, that's par the course with military and even here with the shared showers, but that's different than the intimacy in which they can explore one another now. So Yzak lets him with no fuss. General awkwardness aside, he's really got no qualms when it comes to his own body and how it looks (or feels, in this case) - he takes very good care of himself, toned and hardy and easily something that Yzak would brag about if he were more inclined to brag about this kind of thing. (but lbr tease him into it and he would easily) Even the scars that mark various places on his body after Brasov are only tangible against his smooth skin if one is specifically feeling for them. But they're very much there. Like this, Dearka can feel the quickness of his breathing and every little twitch and shiver against his touch. Yzak squeezes at his shoulder, his head tilting slightly to give Dearka's mouth more room to roam, which also means that curtain of hair is brushing down over his face. ]
[Being able to go hands-on is a far cry from merely seeing, too. Dearka's paying close attention to every single one of Yzak's reactions, reveling purely in the acts of exploration and experimentation as his hands wander over his skin...
He laughs breathily between kisses, entirely unapologetic in the face of his partner's criticism.]
Please. You know you love it...
[Wresting that one groan out of Yzak was as thrilling as it was encouraging... Craving more, he punctuates his last assertion by finding one of Yzak's nipples, pressing and circling it with his thumb while he nibbles at his neck to boot.]
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The thrum of excitement that shivers through Dearka in that moment is loud and triumphant. He meets Yzak's neediness with aplomb, naturally matching that intensity by unleashing his own.
(And as they start to make out sloppy style, he nudges his partner straight backwards towards the foot of the bed, wordlessly suggesting that they make themselves nice and comfortable...)]
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Still, right now he's feeling pretty charged up due to the events of the night only making him constantly think of how much more he'd prefer to be with Dearka. The silly yet very real guilt he had about it is gone now that he's gotten an apology out of his system, so what he feels is all him and all from a place of his own desire for his partner.
He's always needed Dearka. In his life. As his friend. At his side. He never thought he'd come to need him like this, too. Even if deep down, it's always been there.
Yzak moves back at the physical urging, each step careful and reluctant to let Dearka go. And he has to eventually break from his assault on his lips, but when he does, he keeps those hands on his face, gives himself a moment to breathe with a couple of short breaths while he gazes into his eyes. His own have an almost electric intensity to them, the blue more vibrant against the flush of his face.
Yzak's hands leave Dearka's face, fingertips brushing as they draw back, inviting him to follow as he drops down onto the bed. Immediately, he scoots back to make room for him, grabbing and pulling at one of his sleeves. ]
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Great news: he's ALL too eager to fill the space left behind for him, desperate as he is to get back to making out. He readily slots in next to Yzak, and this time he moves to be the one who catches the other in a kiss first.
It's deep. And passionate. And when Dearka has to surface for air finally, the first thing he does is look Yzak lovingly in the eye, and snicker playfully:]
Mmm... Your lips still taste like brandy, heh.
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He licks at his own lips, head tipping and half amused, that hand squeezing at his shoulder. ]
You sure that's not just you? You did swipe half my drink, you bastard.
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Ah... Well. Maybe. [He smiles smugly. No apology will be given.] I guess this is one way of giving some of it back to you?
[He feels that squeeze at his shoulder, and it lights something in him. Something small, but which he still needs to stay clear of... lest he drive himself insane with all the things he wants to do to Yzak but can't, and vice versa.]
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How noble.
[ The next kiss he gives him is lighter, usually a tell that he's finding himself getting too into things and needing to reel it back some. But unlike those other times, he doesn't feel sated with just this, so his body presses in a little closer as he does so, and he lets out a soft sigh against Dearka's lips. He swallows, some of that awkwardness rising up in him again, but he holds his gaze. ]
Do you ... want to keep going?
[ An ask and an offer. ]
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...It's not like it's a weird thing to ask. It's not like he doesn't want to BE asked, or doesn't want things to head in a more intimate direction. But now that the question's finally been posed... He's realizing how ill-prepared he really is.
Well. What was it that Yzak said earlier, about the best commanders being able to act off the cuff...?]
Yes, [Dearka breathes, trying not to trip over his own damn tongue. His free hand settles on Yzak's thigh, squeezing it lightly.] Fuck, yes, of course I do.
[This man has been dying of thirst, waiting for his partner's permission to drink.]
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The way Dearka stares at him causes him to dip his head down after a beat, a fluttering awkward heat rising in his face. ]
T-then bear with me, because I'm playing this by ear.
[ The hand landing on his thigh does more than Yzak expects it to. He's not used to his body betraying him like this, but it feels far too nice to be upset about it. Dearka will feel him tense slightly at the gesture, his abdomen tightening with anticipation though he's only at the point where arousal is still kindling inside of him. ]
And you're not the only one who feels that way! Do you have any idea how difficult you've made it to hold out until now!?
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I did? I didn't mean to! Sheesh... I mean, yeah, of course we can play it by ear! But. Hah.
[His words are coming at a bit more of a rush than usual; he's breathy with excitement AND nerves, and doing a terrible job of hiding it.]
You're gonna have to either let me get up for a sec first, or help me take these stupid antlers off, because... I mean. H-however far we get, I don't want...
[UGH. hes just gotta say it.]
....I don't want our first time together to involve me wearing goofy novelty Christmas headgear, okay?
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The look he gives back to Dearka is softer, the corners of his lips twitching upward. Maybe it's the endearing way that he speaks too fast and stammers that sparks something a little more daring in him, now. So Yzak presses back in close with a gentle kiss to the lips, then the corner of Dearka's mouth, then down near his jaw. ]
I've got it.
[ While he does that, the hand on Dearka's shoulder lifts, blindly reaching until it finds antler number one. Wanting to revisit his earlier actions out of a ... growing curiosity, he grabs it - and he doesn't yank it back as flustered and panicked like he did at the party. But he still gives it enough of a rough tug to pull his partner's head back a bit, holding it in place while his lips move to his neck.
Okay, he did feel some kind of way about it earlier after all, because doing it again now feels, very good.
He does stay true to his word, so while kissing at Dearka's neck, his hand slides down to fiddle with the clip. ]
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He huffs a quiet "thanks" as his partner moves in to assist, and makes a quizzical noise as he starts to trail kisses further away from his lips...
...He is not AT ALL prepared for the little impromptu experiment that comes next.
Dearka was in a very different state of mind at the party, when the hair pulling incident first happened. He was way more focused on his japes and clowning around than he was about anything else. His mind was AMAZINGLY not in the gutter at the time.
This time, though, he's keyed in.
This time, Yzak tugs, and Dearka's automatic whine of protest cracks into a soft, enthusiastic gasp as he feels those warm lips on his neck. And the fingers in his hair... His scalp tingles pleasantly as Yzak feels around for the clip, and yeah, Dearka's known that having his hair and scalp teased are a good way to get him going... But something about that plus the addition of getting lightly bullied and manhandled...? It's...
...He's pretty excited about it. Evident in the way he's tensing, and trying to watch Yzak sidelong, his eyes glittering with keen interest.]
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And to say he's enjoying this is an understatement for what that sound does to him. It's exactly what he wanted, and yet hearing it causes him to pause in his actions, fingers stilling and lips lifting from Dearka's skin. To so easily tear such a sound from him like this is a dangerous power to realize he has. It sends a shiver down his spine and like some audible drug he already wants to hear it again. To hear more. He's a bit surprised at himself for how much that affected him.
He picks right back up again after a beat, a low sound of pleased encouragement rumbles in his throat while he unclips one antler, tosses it off to the side (wow Yzak just throwing things in his own room) and moves to the next. Much like the first, he holds it to make sure Dearka is still in place, mouthing his way back up his neck, close to his ear. The zealousness with which he kisses and grabs at him is offset by the way his hand moves when he removes the second antler. It's surprisingly gentle as his fingers feel around and brush over his scalp, careful and considerate despite the pleasure he just got out of doing the opposite. ]
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[Not a trace of disapproval present in those words. Once spoken, that thought trails off into a pleased groan, and Dearka tries to pull very slightly against Yzak's hold, testing resistance and seeing if he maybe gets corrected. The hand he has on Yzak's thigh, meanwhile, tightens, and then fidgets and jumps up a bit to relocate to his hip, seeking firmer support. Each time Yzak lands a particularly well placed kiss or tug, his fingers grip just a little tighter...
Part of him is conscious that he's not really doing anything to reciprocate, but... For the moment, he thinks that's OK? Besides, he's kind of enjoying being the center of Yzak's attention, letting his partner investigate and experiment while he sits there like an extremely patient show dog...]
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Hearing the term play rough though kind of kills him. He fails to fully stop the way he sputters in response to that, going beet red as he unclips that hairpiece. Yzak leans back and waves the free antler right in Dearka's face. ]
—y-you wanted these ridiculous things off!
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I know—! Ow—! [He tries to lean back away from the antler a little, and promptly runs into the obstacle that is Yzak's fingers still being buried in his roots.] I know!
[Oh, the humanity... Really, he hadn't expected this of all things to get Yzak all flustered. But maybe he should have?]
It was a compliment, I liked it! C'mon, you can't get mad at me for real every time I say something suggestive...!
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[ Says Guy Who Just Yelled.
Also Guy Who Didn't Have To Take The Antlers Off That Way To Begin With. Yzak truly does this to himself. He's not mad as much as he's just ... embarrassed and stupid about dirty talk (he still blushes about holding hands!!) and worried about being clumsy or bad at this.
His fingers felt that uncomfortable tug in Dearka's hair, too. He grimaces with an utter of apology, shifting them to loosen from where they got tangled. And then ... well, he levels with him, since they're being honest. Even though his voice sounds kind of tight as he admits it. ]
... I liked it, too.
[ Said as he tosses the other antler over his shoulder. Ironic, now he has no handlebars to grab onto. ]
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Alright then. [...He leans in to give Yzak a conciliatory peck on the cheek.] Good.
[Now that they've cleared that up... He shifts his weight on the bed a little, so he can put both hands on his partner, instead of wasting his other arm on just propping himself up. His freed up hand goes to Yzak's other thigh, and the one that was gripping at his hip before tugs teasingly at the side of his shirt.]
My turn, then? [He winks.] If we're good to keep going...
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We never stopped being good.
[ His eyes flick down to Dearka's hands, and he hardly needs to tug to get Yzak to move back in now that he's not waving jingling headgear in his face. Now that he's facing him, that means Yzak can scoot in a little better, nearly straddling his lap. Both arms slide over Dearka's shoulders. ]
Your turn. But I'm not in the mood to wait again for mine.
[ Case in point, he kisses him again. ]
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Anyway, let's be real: he's not going to be helping Yzak with the over-stimulation issue any. Evidently, "nearly" straddling his lap isn't enough, because one hand trails to the small of Yzak's back and tries to pull him in closer, urging him to get fully on deck. His other hand... Is pulling a little more insistently at his shirt now. Not tugging forward, but tugging up at one side, very slightly, while he pays close attention to Yzak's reaction. If they're doing this, he wants to get his hands on some uncharted parts of Yzak's body... But he's trying to be a polite boy and signal for permission first, instead of just yanking the hem out from his waistband and going for it.]
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His arms around his neck squeeze slightly, signaling to go ahead with his plan of action. But Dearka will find, despite his best efforts, that Yzak's shirt is...
Not really hitching up as easily as it should?? ]
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More importantly, his attention is on Yzak's shirt, and the mysterious case of it not behaving like a shirt should. He has to duck his head a moment to try and get a proper look, muttering:]
The hell? Is this pinned to your pants or something...?
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Huh?
[ He also looks down. ]
Oh.
No. I've got shirt stays on.
[ As he explains, he ... reaches down with a hand to at LEAST unbuckle his own belt, loosening it just enough so he can slip a couple of fingers down near his hip bone to unclip one of the straps. (there are two on each side) When he does so, he tugs at the end of it to show it. ]
See?
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Recovering after a moment from his bewilderment (and firmly deciding NOT to say anything judgemental about them, this time,) he shakes his head lightly, huffing.]
...Right. Well they need to shirt GO, for now.
[There's a slight snicker in his voice as he says that, ducking his head and kissing along Yzak's jaw while he feels for the other clips. They're easy enough to find and undo, now that he actually knows what he's looking for... One by one they go, and then the moment Yzak's shirt is loosened, both his hands are going up underneath, eagerly exploring. His open palms brush softly up his partner's sides, a shiver running up his spine as he sets out to explore a topography he can't currently see, but has often dreamed about...]
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But his awful jokes are too endearing and his lips and hands too distracting to care. Because Yzak quite agrees, they do need to go, and he revels in letting Dearka handle the rest of those fastens. He squirms out of reflex a couple of times when his partner reaches down that low, just beneath his belt, and suddenly his pants seem like too much of a restriction, too. ]
That ... was terrible.
[ Said as if he's not losing his breath halfway into that comment. He tries to bite back a heavy, breathy groan, but fails miserably when he's at the mercy of Dearka's hands on his bare skin. Sure, they've seen each other in various states of undress over the years, that's par the course with military and even here with the shared showers, but that's different than the intimacy in which they can explore one another now. So Yzak lets him with no fuss. General awkwardness aside, he's really got no qualms when it comes to his own body and how it looks (or feels, in this case) - he takes very good care of himself, toned and hardy and easily something that Yzak would brag about if he were more inclined to brag about this kind of thing. (but lbr tease him into it and he would easily) Even the scars that mark various places on his body after Brasov are only tangible against his smooth skin if one is specifically feeling for them. But they're very much there. Like this, Dearka can feel the quickness of his breathing and every little twitch and shiver against his touch. Yzak squeezes at his shoulder, his head tilting slightly to give Dearka's mouth more room to roam, which also means that curtain of hair is brushing down over his face. ]
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He laughs breathily between kisses, entirely unapologetic in the face of his partner's criticism.]
Please. You know you love it...
[Wresting that one groan out of Yzak was as thrilling as it was encouraging... Craving more, he punctuates his last assertion by finding one of Yzak's nipples, pressing and circling it with his thumb while he nibbles at his neck to boot.]
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