[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.]
[ Part grumble of stubborn acceptance of that fact, part follow up groan when that laugh breathes hot against the sensitive skin of his neck, tingling down his whole body.
For all Yzak is used to physical contact from Dearka, this is also a far cry from what he's used to. Friendly pokes and drapes and pats on the arm or the back, he never thought those hands would actually come to touch him with a desire like this. ]
I tolerate it. And you're the only one I'll do that for.
[ He loves it.
He's pretty sensitive in general to every brush of fingers over his skin like this. Whether that's due to his lack of it until now or if it's something Dearka's going to frequently enjoy is still up in the air. But right now gets to enjoy a panting sigh when those hands touch a spot just at the top of his ribs. And when his finger runs over his nipple, Yzak lets out a choked sound of surprise. It's Yzak, so the surprise shouldn't be surprising, but he was very unaware and unexpecting of how good that touch was going to feel. It's not like he's practiced that on himself.
The way he hunches forward is so reactive that his shoulder nearly slams into Dearka's face. His own hand slides to the back of his neck and up into his hair, the other gripping at Dearka's hip and squeezing with a neediness that he'd usually do his best to try and pretend he doesn't have.
Despite himself, his face burns, and ever the dork, he makes a sad attempt to sound more together and less horny than he is right now. ]
You're also lucky that your hands are warm.
[ There's an affectionate emphasis on warm that extends beyond referring to the touch. ]
[That reaction is beyond gratifying, even as Yzak nearly shoulders him in the face. Those sounds, the desperate clutching, the light tugging at his hair... The hand on his hip really stokes something in him, making him growl approvingly, lighting him up from toe to tip with an excited little shiver. He wants more of that. He wants more friction between them, he wants to hold their hips flush and--
...He's getting ahead of himself. The temptation to act impulsively is so, SO strong, but he swore to take this slow. Letting out a shaky breath, he kisses his way back up Yzak's neck and jaw, stopping to whisper right next to his ear:]
My mouth is also pretty warm, if you want me to give using that a shot instead...
[Saying that, his other hand finds Yzak's other nipple, giving it a similar treatment to the first. Feeling it harden under his touch. He's starting to think this entire shirt really needs to go...]
[ It's that quivering breath that does it more than the mutter against his ear (thought that certainly helps,), because Yzak can hear the want for him behind it, and the desperation that Dearka is trying so hard to keep in control and just barely succeeding at. It's appreciated, because Yzak is very much enjoying all of this, yet he can't help but feel his own desire to get his partner to break.
Unlike Dearka, he swore nothing to himself going into this, and his body's reactions are too pleasant not to chase. That husky whisper elicits a full-body shudder out of Yzak, his head leaning to the side to press against Dearka's, nuzzling into the side of his face. ]
'If I want you to'... [ He barely pulls back, nose to nose, cheeks warm, blue eyes lit with need. ] As if it's not obvious...!
[ Greedily, his mouth seeks Dearka's out before anything, wishing to relish in some that warmth. Bolder now thanks to his own weakening resolve to keep himself together, he slips tongue immediately, coaxed by the stimulation Dearka's fingers are providing. The age old question of why men even have nipples seems to have at least one answer now.
And taking the lead where Dearka hesitated to get ahead of himself, Yzak's grip at his side stays firm, and he rolls his hips downward to press his groin against his. It's meant to only test the waters, but he severely underestimates how powerful even the slightest bit of friction against his dick even through his pants feels. So he involuntarily presses in harder and nearly melts against him, moaning loudly against Dearka's mouth. ]
[Turns out, it really doesn't take much to get Dearka to break. Hopefully Yzak finds that more gratifying to his ego than he finds it disappointing, as far as his right hand man's willpower is concerned. But also, what the hell else is Dearka supposed to do when he's being grinded on like that? It tears a surprised and deliciously desperate moan from his throat, as red hot arousal spikes through his very core. He reflexively bucks up as Yzak pushes down, his wandering hands faltering at his chest before relocating and redoubling their efforts, clutching at his partner's back and hip the way a man under threat of drowning clutches at a life preserver.
He can't help himself. He rolls his hips once, twice more, pressing Yzak against him, desperate not only to stimulate himself but to feel his partner melt even further, to feel his desperate moans all the way down his goddamn throat.]
[ Nothing Dearka could do (or not do) right now would be disappointing to him. The satisfaction Yzak gets feeling his partner falling to pieces despite his best efforts to draw this out is certainly in part due to his ego. But only in part. It's also because this feels so good to him that he wants Dearka to get the same thing out of it. For all that Yzak might seem selfish and very much is in many regards, he wants to give what he gets where romance and sex are concerned.
And when he feels Dearka's warm hands under his shirt on his bare skin clinging so tight and covetously, it's just further proof that he's doing a good job at that. It's all the reward he needs to feel Dearka's erection as he pushes helplessly back up against him, even through the constraints of their clothes (that are quickly growing too constraining to Yzak's liking). And in turn, Dearka gets rewarded with exactly what he's angling for; tongue still in his mouth, Yzak's breath spills in the form of a deep, gutteral groan, pulses of sharp desire reverberating through his body as it begs for more.
And he's impatient.
So Yzak breaks the kiss, gulps in a deep breath, and slides back just a bit. He shoots Dearka a look from under his bangs, suggestive and imploring, before he casts his eyes down to follow his hands, which both start undoing the belt of Dearka's pants. ]
[Separating is somehow both the most agonizing and exhilarating thing they could possibly do right now; Yzak catches his eye, and Dearka jerks his head in a little nod of affirmation.
He gulps watching his partner's hands go to work, adam's apple bobbing. For a second, he brings his hands back out, contemplating doing the same in return at the same time, but he's kind of... Unsure if he should, or if he should avoid interfering? Ultimately, he puts his hands back on Yzak's hips, fingers dipping teasingly past his waistband while he watches and waits in anticipation.]
[ At least Yzak's belt is already unbuckled, thanks to the shirt stays. See? Those things are great and helpful after all.
Dearka doesn't have to wait long because, well, Yzak is used to getting a dick out of a pair of pants. So he makes quick work with deft hands to loosen up that belt, unbutton, unzip, and give himself enough room to snake a hand into his underwear, all the while with knuckles agonizingly (but not intentionally) brushing up against Dearka's abdomen. And it may not be with the force and friction from moments before, but when Yzak slides his fingertips over his partner's erection - tentatively, curiously, hesitating for only a beat before his fingers curl around it fully - there's nothing in the way now. ]
[Oh, so it is! He realizes that belatedly, the thought registering faintly while Yzak's in the middle of gaining access to his dong. Horny is really making him extra stupid, he completely missed that there was no need to keep beating (heh) around the bush (heh heh) —
...Except, fuck, oops, actually, right there is one very distracting reason to delay him from returning the favor right away. Or... Five reasons, if you're counting knuckles/fingers instead of hands. The brushing up against his abdomen is a delicious kind of hell, peppering him with agonizing strikes of anticipation... And then Yzak's hand slips into his pants, makes skin to skin contact, and Dearka gasps out a breath he didn't even realize he was holding. Rutting into his grip, he clutches at his hips with a new level of desperation.]
Fuck...![That swear is hissed under his breath. Dearka swallows, and pauses, trying to regain enough mental equilibrium to keep moving.] S-sorry, hang on...
[He drops his forehead against Yzak's shoulder, slides a hand around to the front his waistband, feeling for whatever fastener and fly he needs to address before he has the room to delve his hand into his partner's underwear next. Yzak already has him at a disadvantage; Dearka's touch is a lot more clumsy and forceful as a result, but he still gets in and gets fingers around his shaft, squeezing softly and stroking one side with his thumb.]
God. I want to see you... [He's growling his words, his forehead still on Yzak's shoulder... His voice is full of aching devotion.] I want us to get properly acquainted...
[He turns his head, mumbling that against Yzak's scarred neck now, emphasizing his desire with a few kisses.]
[ What even feels better, here? Dearka's hand taking hold of his dick or the way his voice brims with that potent, guttural desire? It's hard to tell, because both do their job and cause Yzak's body to shudder, fightless against the heat that rolls through him, a hitched noise half-subdued in his throat when a groan tries to tear itself out of it in lieu of any words he might have wanted to speak in that moment. His abdomen tenses, untenses, hips pushing forward against Dearka's hand in an immediate beg for more. Clumsy-handed or not; that doesn't seem to matter at all so long as it's Dearka touching him so covetously.
And Yzak is ... half endeared? By his words. Like, it'd be a lot cuter if he meant that in a more in general, his body sort of way, but he's pretty sure he's talking about his dick? At least first and foremost, maybe the rest is a very understandable afterthought right now. (Dearka was actually just working on taking it slow in that regard but Yzak kind of ruined that by grinding up against him, of course he played himself) But it's still as cute as it is a turn on because it's so earnest that it melts his heart a little, so Yzak breathes out an endeared little huff. ]
Not a bad start.
[ With a gentle, teasing squeeze around Dearka's erection, he pulls it out and only lets go for just a moment so he can readjust his grip, his hand more steady than his breathing due to the way his neck prickles with every kiss planted against it. Briefly, Yzak's gaze flicks to the nightstand (because he's Yzak so he's certainly got whatever counts for high end stuff to jack off with), but he'll get to that shortly. Right now, much like his partner, he simply wants to indulge, explore, coax more reactions out of his partner. ]
[Look, it's not... NOT about Yzak's body, as a general whole? ...But also yeah, he is pretty fixated on that one particular part, at the moment.
...He's also pretty fixated on what Yzak is doing to HIS parts. Yzak squeezes him, Dearka's breath hitches needily against his neck, abdomen shuddering as he automatically pushes harder into his hand, chasing further stimulation. it's so hard to hold himself back...]
Haaahh... Were those... Crumbs of praise? From the illustrious Commander Jule...? [He snickers, breath puffing against Yzak's cheek now as he comes up to kiss his jawline, the corners of his mouth, his cheeks. Trying to keep his thoughts on task to keep up with stupid banter is... a lot trickier than expected, under the circumstances. He's a Coordinator dammit, multitasking shouldn't be this hard!] I'll take them, but I guess I'll have to keep up the hard work if I'm going to earn your highest approval...
[They're all breathy words, half laughed through his nose as he fishes around and extracts Yzak's erection from his pants next. And of course, he can't help himself; his eyes flick down with curiosity, thumb thoughtlessly brushing over the tip.]
[ As it so happens, multitasking is pretty difficult while one's dick is being handled. Because splitting his own focus between, that, giving Dearka what he asks for by twisting his wrist to move along with the way he bucks into his hand and kissing him back is a challenge. He turns his head when he feels Dearka's lips kiss at the corner of his mouth, catching them briefly, clumsily due to how overly-eager he is to taste them again. That, and as much as the stimulation he's getting feels great, he's still a bit of a sap to the point where the intimacy of just kissing feels just as fulfilling.
Yzak leans in to gently thunk his forehead against Dearka's, a brief tip of his nose to nudge it against his own so he doesn't obstruct the view, as he mutters, sheepish. ]
Again, with the rank?
[ Were this not his first time touching a cock that wasn't his own, he'd perhaps be a little less sheepish about that. He's still a touch too repressed to really admit to himself that he's actually kind of into it. But the seed has been planted, at least.
On that same subject, does he know what praise kink is? No. But he wouldn't be good at it right now if he did, even if there's something about Dearka's excitement over hearing his verbal affirmations that makes him want to give more. And though praise doesn't come in words, it does come in the form of a panting groan escaping Yzak's mouth, in his body reacting to Dearka's touch, the thumb running over the tip of his dick coming away wet with pre-cum.
His own grip on Dearka loosens, the heel of his hand bumping against his wrist. ]
[Look, for whatever reason, he just really can't stop mentioning the rank thing??? It's compelling to him somehow! (It's the praise kink and his latent sub tendencies, lbr.)
Dearka's eyes flit up to catch Yzak's, his gaze razor sharp and desperately wanting. Together. Yes: whatever the hell Yzak specifically means by that, he DOES want to, so badly. The wetness clinging to his thumb is a teaser, he wants to take his partner the rest of the way just as badly as he wants to get there himself... Moreso, even.
He nods fervently. Laughs softly and breathily.]
Fuck. Yeah, yeah I do.
[Saying that, he catches Yzak in another quick kiss to seal the deal, before loosening his grip in turn, so they can both shift and doing whatever slight rearranging of limbs and repositioning they need to do to get as comfortable as possible for this. Dearka could be more assertive, but he (perhaps unsurprisingly) chooses to let Yzak take the lead. Ostensibly because he's still letting Yzak set the boundaries here, as the one who went into this with more hangups... But it wouldn't be a stretch to say he also just enjoys having Yzak tell him what to do.]
[ Perhaps one day Yzak will get more into that the more comfortable he gets, so he can make Dearka's sub dreams come true. (once he can do literally anything here without his face feeling like it's on fire and like he might die)
Right now, however, he can take the lead. To the best of his abilities, anyway, pushing through the nerves with that trademark stubbornness of his that really comes in handy at a time like this. So after that little kiss he murmurs. ]
One second, then.
[ He lets go of Dearka, briefly slipping off of his lap entirely so he can lean over and reach for what he's got in his nightstand. Which isn't exactly a lube but more of an extremely soft and thin sort of cream; perhaps not surprising for Yzak, who wants to be as unmessy as possible so would opt for something less ... drippy. And further true to his nature, it is of course the good stuff, gets the job done, warm to the touch and on the skin, probably has a pleasant scent if not extremely faint since that's not the point of it. Being a meticulous loser bougie dork has its perks, sometimes.
And, when Yzak leans over for that, his already disheveled and partially undone clothes hitch up his stomach and loosely down off his hips respectively. Y'know, for Dearka's visual enjoyment.
But he's back to facing him soon enough, with a flick of his wrist to show him the bottle. ]
Have you ever used something like this? I'll hand it to the people in this world, because when you know where to look, they've got some pretty good stuff in the right places.
[ Embarrassing that he sounds nearly geeked out singing praises about this of all things, but here he is.
[Truly, what the hell does it say about Dearka that he basically doesn't flag during all of this? Maybe that's just normal healthy dude stuff, maybe he's enticed enough by the view... Or, maybe, he's just so enamored with Yzak, that even listening to him talking about lotion or whatever can keep his motor running.
Granted, the absence is felt; he doesn't whine about it, because it's necessary, but. As deep into this as they've gotten, it really feels like a cruel separation at this stage. He is looking at Yzak with that warm, simpy expression of his again. Face flushed, smiling fondly. He chuckles.]
Can't say I have... Send me the product info later. I'll make sure I keep a bottle in my room for you.
[Wink.
Literally, he winks.
Because they ARE going to do this again, obviously. Right?]
[ It's true that when Yzak gets even the slightest bit enthused about something it can be endearing, even for those who know him well because of how restrained he can be even when he loosens up a bit. He just ... gets that way over the weirdest shit sometimes. Good thing Dearka likes that about him.
For now though, he gets the implication that statement and that wink. And gives him a nod because ... absofuckinglutely they're going to do this again. And do it often, too, time-constraints from their mission aside. Dearka's going to learn the hard-but-good-kind-of-hard way just how much libido Yzak actually has when he lets himself ... have it. ]
A-alright.
[ And he'll be thanking him later about this stuff; such is a perk of dating such a bougie guy.
There's a bit of hesitance before Yzak moves again, like he's figuring out how to just ... jump right back into it after that pause because he's still really awkward about this.
But he opts to put his free hand on Dearka's shoulder, squeezing at it as he leans back in to kiss him, full and affectionate. His blue eyes drift shut, letting himself get lost in the taste of his partner's mouth which makes it easier to swing a leg back over his lap. Easier yet for the desire he feels to run hot through his blood to prompt him to press his hips back in just enough to nudge his erection against Dearka's. ]
[The awkwardness is fucking adorable, t b h. Even though Dearka's a little bit shy in his own way about aspects of this, he can't help but find Yzak's uncertainty endearing... Particularly since it's a variety of that expression which he rarely gets to see on the other man's face.
He meets that kiss gladly, humming appreciatively as he welcomes his partner back into his embrace, eyes drifting shut as his arms move to encircle him at the waist. Just a nudge is hardly enough, though. Impatience getting the better of him, he cups Yzak's ass and pulls him in closer, until they're flush together once more, their heat intermingling. Dearka breaks the kiss after a moment, panting lightly, staring hungrily into Yzak's eyes, trying his best to focus and not rut wantonly against him...]
[ The moan he lets out when he feels Dearka's hand on his ass is a weak reflection of how good it feels, on account of him already being near breathless. The touch makes him go a little crazy with the way his mind immediately wanders, nearly making him wish he could feel those fingers explore and grab and probe and slip inside him and they could go a hell of a lot further than they are right now. But maybe the thought isn't so wild considering the reading he's been doing on the logistics of fucking another guy and the best ways to go about it doubled with how god damned turned on he is right now.
But he knows better. And he'd wonder if Dearka was doing his homework there, but truly that's a question for future Yzak to have. Right now, he wants to enjoy this.
Obliging, he pops open the cap of the bottle with a thumb, tipping it over to squeeze a liberal amount of lotion onto Dearka's palm. ]
This should get the job done...
[ It ... might seem for a moment like a little too liberal an amount, but that's because Yzak recaps the tube, tosses it about a foot behind him on the bed with nothing for himself. He reaches for Dearka's hand after that and guides it down, closing it over both of their dicks. Dearka can probably see the way Yzak has his jaw clenched, like he's trying to swallow down another groan when he feels that wetness on his erection and his own hand when some of the it slips through Dearka's fingers.
Is he also taking a moment here to lowkey note and compare their dick sizes? Yes. Like, does he care that much? No, not really. Does it matter at all? Nope. But he's Yzak Jule and he can't help himself, he's doing it anyway. He was never able to really do this despite all of their time in the military and here sharing showers because he never wanted to Stare For Too Long And Make It Obvious. ]
[Dearka barely bothers to try and bite back the groan he makes, a subtle shiver running through him as Yzak takes his hand and curls his fingers around both of their dicks.
In a weird way, he's actually kind of relieved for the guiding hand...? Because he's actually getting kind of nervous. Bad as he wants this, it's also kind of emotionally daunting, the irony there being that he's steeled himself through all kinds of actual battlefields at this point in his life. And yet... Finally getting to touch and please this man who he's been so devoted to, for so long...? If he thinks about the significance of the moment TOO hard, the pressure might well get to him.
This IS Yzak Jule he's getting it on with, after all. And Dearka knows better than ANYONE just how fussy and particular the man can be. But it's in this moment of realization, this clarity of significance, that Dearka's chest suddenly feels fit to burst with a swell of affection. Lucky for him, jerking off isn't exactly rocket science. The best he can do is start out with what he knows feels good to him, and just keep an attentive ear on Yzak's reactions....
He leans in to catch Yzak's mouth with his own again, interrupting the other man's quiet size comparison, and starts to stroke.]
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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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[ Part grumble of stubborn acceptance of that fact, part follow up groan when that laugh breathes hot against the sensitive skin of his neck, tingling down his whole body.
For all Yzak is used to physical contact from Dearka, this is also a far cry from what he's used to. Friendly pokes and drapes and pats on the arm or the back, he never thought those hands would actually come to touch him with a desire like this. ]
I tolerate it. And you're the only one I'll do that for.
[ He loves it.
He's pretty sensitive in general to every brush of fingers over his skin like this. Whether that's due to his lack of it until now or if it's something Dearka's going to frequently enjoy is still up in the air. But right now gets to enjoy a panting sigh when those hands touch a spot just at the top of his ribs. And when his finger runs over his nipple, Yzak lets out a choked sound of surprise. It's Yzak, so the surprise shouldn't be surprising, but he was very unaware and unexpecting of how good that touch was going to feel. It's not like he's practiced that on himself.
The way he hunches forward is so reactive that his shoulder nearly slams into Dearka's face. His own hand slides to the back of his neck and up into his hair, the other gripping at Dearka's hip and squeezing with a neediness that he'd usually do his best to try and pretend he doesn't have.
Despite himself, his face burns, and ever the dork, he makes a sad attempt to sound more together and less horny than he is right now. ]
You're also lucky that your hands are warm.
[ There's an affectionate emphasis on warm that extends beyond referring to the touch. ]
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...He's getting ahead of himself. The temptation to act impulsively is so, SO strong, but he swore to take this slow. Letting out a shaky breath, he kisses his way back up Yzak's neck and jaw, stopping to whisper right next to his ear:]
My mouth is also pretty warm, if you want me to give using that a shot instead...
[Saying that, his other hand finds Yzak's other nipple, giving it a similar treatment to the first. Feeling it harden under his touch. He's starting to think this entire shirt really needs to go...]
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Unlike Dearka, he swore nothing to himself going into this, and his body's reactions are too pleasant not to chase. That husky whisper elicits a full-body shudder out of Yzak, his head leaning to the side to press against Dearka's, nuzzling into the side of his face. ]
'If I want you to'... [ He barely pulls back, nose to nose, cheeks warm, blue eyes lit with need. ] As if it's not obvious...!
[ Greedily, his mouth seeks Dearka's out before anything, wishing to relish in some that warmth. Bolder now thanks to his own weakening resolve to keep himself together, he slips tongue immediately, coaxed by the stimulation Dearka's fingers are providing. The age old question of why men even have nipples seems to have at least one answer now.
And taking the lead where Dearka hesitated to get ahead of himself, Yzak's grip at his side stays firm, and he rolls his hips downward to press his groin against his. It's meant to only test the waters, but he severely underestimates how powerful even the slightest bit of friction against his dick even through his pants feels. So he involuntarily presses in harder and nearly melts against him, moaning loudly against Dearka's mouth. ]
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He can't help himself. He rolls his hips once, twice more, pressing Yzak against him, desperate not only to stimulate himself but to feel his partner melt even further, to feel his desperate moans all the way down his goddamn throat.]
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And when he feels Dearka's warm hands under his shirt on his bare skin clinging so tight and covetously, it's just further proof that he's doing a good job at that. It's all the reward he needs to feel Dearka's erection as he pushes helplessly back up against him, even through the constraints of their clothes (that are quickly growing too constraining to Yzak's liking). And in turn, Dearka gets rewarded with exactly what he's angling for; tongue still in his mouth, Yzak's breath spills in the form of a deep, gutteral groan, pulses of sharp desire reverberating through his body as it begs for more.
And he's impatient.
So Yzak breaks the kiss, gulps in a deep breath, and slides back just a bit. He shoots Dearka a look from under his bangs, suggestive and imploring, before he casts his eyes down to follow his hands, which both start undoing the belt of Dearka's pants. ]
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He gulps watching his partner's hands go to work, adam's apple bobbing. For a second, he brings his hands back out, contemplating doing the same in return at the same time, but he's kind of... Unsure if he should, or if he should avoid interfering? Ultimately, he puts his hands back on Yzak's hips, fingers dipping teasingly past his waistband while he watches and waits in anticipation.]
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Dearka doesn't have to wait long because, well, Yzak is used to getting a dick out of a pair of pants. So he makes quick work with deft hands to loosen up that belt, unbutton, unzip, and give himself enough room to snake a hand into his underwear, all the while with knuckles agonizingly (but not intentionally) brushing up against Dearka's abdomen. And it may not be with the force and friction from moments before, but when Yzak slides his fingertips over his partner's erection - tentatively, curiously, hesitating for only a beat before his fingers curl around it fully - there's nothing in the way now. ]
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...Except, fuck, oops, actually, right there is one very distracting reason to delay him from returning the favor right away. Or... Five reasons, if you're counting knuckles/fingers instead of hands. The brushing up against his abdomen is a delicious kind of hell, peppering him with agonizing strikes of anticipation... And then Yzak's hand slips into his pants, makes skin to skin contact, and Dearka gasps out a breath he didn't even realize he was holding. Rutting into his grip, he clutches at his hips with a new level of desperation.]
Fuck...! [That swear is hissed under his breath. Dearka swallows, and pauses, trying to regain enough mental equilibrium to keep moving.] S-sorry, hang on...
[He drops his forehead against Yzak's shoulder, slides a hand around to the front his waistband, feeling for whatever fastener and fly he needs to address before he has the room to delve his hand into his partner's underwear next. Yzak already has him at a disadvantage; Dearka's touch is a lot more clumsy and forceful as a result, but he still gets in and gets fingers around his shaft, squeezing softly and stroking one side with his thumb.]
God. I want to see you... [He's growling his words, his forehead still on Yzak's shoulder... His voice is full of aching devotion.] I want us to get properly acquainted...
[He turns his head, mumbling that against Yzak's scarred neck now, emphasizing his desire with a few kisses.]
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And Yzak is ... half endeared? By his words. Like, it'd be a lot cuter if he meant that in a more in general, his body sort of way, but he's pretty sure he's talking about his dick? At least first and foremost, maybe the rest is a very understandable afterthought right now. (Dearka was actually just working on taking it slow in that regard but Yzak kind of ruined that by grinding up against him, of course he played himself) But it's still as cute as it is a turn on because it's so earnest that it melts his heart a little, so Yzak breathes out an endeared little huff. ]
Not a bad start.
[ With a gentle, teasing squeeze around Dearka's erection, he pulls it out and only lets go for just a moment so he can readjust his grip, his hand more steady than his breathing due to the way his neck prickles with every kiss planted against it. Briefly, Yzak's gaze flicks to the nightstand (because he's Yzak so he's certainly got whatever counts for high end stuff to jack off with), but he'll get to that shortly. Right now, much like his partner, he simply wants to indulge, explore, coax more reactions out of his partner. ]
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...He's also pretty fixated on what Yzak is doing to HIS parts. Yzak squeezes him, Dearka's breath hitches needily against his neck, abdomen shuddering as he automatically pushes harder into his hand, chasing further stimulation. it's so hard to hold himself back...]
Haaahh... Were those... Crumbs of praise? From the illustrious Commander Jule...? [He snickers, breath puffing against Yzak's cheek now as he comes up to kiss his jawline, the corners of his mouth, his cheeks. Trying to keep his thoughts on task to keep up with stupid banter is... a lot trickier than expected, under the circumstances. He's a Coordinator dammit, multitasking shouldn't be this hard!] I'll take them, but I guess I'll have to keep up the hard work if I'm going to earn your highest approval...
[They're all breathy words, half laughed through his nose as he fishes around and extracts Yzak's erection from his pants next. And of course, he can't help himself; his eyes flick down with curiosity, thumb thoughtlessly brushing over the tip.]
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Yzak leans in to gently thunk his forehead against Dearka's, a brief tip of his nose to nudge it against his own so he doesn't obstruct the view, as he mutters, sheepish. ]
Again, with the rank?
[ Were this not his first time touching a cock that wasn't his own, he'd perhaps be a little less sheepish about that. He's still a touch too repressed to really admit to himself that he's actually kind of into it. But the seed has been planted, at least.
On that same subject, does he know what praise kink is? No. But he wouldn't be good at it right now if he did, even if there's something about Dearka's excitement over hearing his verbal affirmations that makes him want to give more. And though praise doesn't come in words, it does come in the form of a panting groan escaping Yzak's mouth, in his body reacting to Dearka's touch, the thumb running over the tip of his dick coming away wet with pre-cum.
His own grip on Dearka loosens, the heel of his hand bumping against his wrist. ]
Do you want to ... together?
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Dearka's eyes flit up to catch Yzak's, his gaze razor sharp and desperately wanting. Together. Yes: whatever the hell Yzak specifically means by that, he DOES want to, so badly. The wetness clinging to his thumb is a teaser, he wants to take his partner the rest of the way just as badly as he wants to get there himself... Moreso, even.
He nods fervently. Laughs softly and breathily.]
Fuck. Yeah, yeah I do.
[Saying that, he catches Yzak in another quick kiss to seal the deal, before loosening his grip in turn, so they can both shift and doing whatever slight rearranging of limbs and repositioning they need to do to get as comfortable as possible for this. Dearka could be more assertive, but he (perhaps unsurprisingly) chooses to let Yzak take the lead. Ostensibly because he's still letting Yzak set the boundaries here, as the one who went into this with more hangups... But it wouldn't be a stretch to say he also just enjoys having Yzak tell him what to do.]
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Right now, however, he can take the lead. To the best of his abilities, anyway, pushing through the nerves with that trademark stubbornness of his that really comes in handy at a time like this. So after that little kiss he murmurs. ]
One second, then.
[ He lets go of Dearka, briefly slipping off of his lap entirely so he can lean over and reach for what he's got in his nightstand. Which isn't exactly a lube but more of an extremely soft and thin sort of cream; perhaps not surprising for Yzak, who wants to be as unmessy as possible so would opt for something less ... drippy. And further true to his nature, it is of course the good stuff, gets the job done, warm to the touch and on the skin, probably has a pleasant scent if not extremely faint since that's not the point of it. Being a meticulous loser bougie dork has its perks, sometimes.
And, when Yzak leans over for that, his already disheveled and partially undone clothes hitch up his stomach and loosely down off his hips respectively. Y'know, for Dearka's visual enjoyment.
But he's back to facing him soon enough, with a flick of his wrist to show him the bottle. ]
Have you ever used something like this? I'll hand it to the people in this world, because when you know where to look, they've got some pretty good stuff in the right places.
[ Embarrassing that he sounds nearly geeked out singing praises about this of all things, but here he is.
You fell in love with this, Dearka. ]
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Granted, the absence is felt; he doesn't whine about it, because it's necessary, but. As deep into this as they've gotten, it really feels like a cruel separation at this stage. He is looking at Yzak with that warm, simpy expression of his again. Face flushed, smiling fondly. He chuckles.]
Can't say I have... Send me the product info later. I'll make sure I keep a bottle in my room for you.
[Wink.
Literally, he winks.
Because they ARE going to do this again, obviously. Right?]
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For now though, he gets the implication that statement and that wink. And gives him a nod because ... absofuckinglutely they're going to do this again. And do it often, too, time-constraints from their mission aside. Dearka's going to learn the hard-but-good-kind-of-hard way just how much libido Yzak actually has when he lets himself ... have it. ]
A-alright.
[ And he'll be thanking him later about this stuff; such is a perk of dating such a bougie guy.
There's a bit of hesitance before Yzak moves again, like he's figuring out how to just ... jump right back into it after that pause because he's still really awkward about this.
But he opts to put his free hand on Dearka's shoulder, squeezing at it as he leans back in to kiss him, full and affectionate. His blue eyes drift shut, letting himself get lost in the taste of his partner's mouth which makes it easier to swing a leg back over his lap. Easier yet for the desire he feels to run hot through his blood to prompt him to press his hips back in just enough to nudge his erection against Dearka's. ]
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He meets that kiss gladly, humming appreciatively as he welcomes his partner back into his embrace, eyes drifting shut as his arms move to encircle him at the waist. Just a nudge is hardly enough, though. Impatience getting the better of him, he cups Yzak's ass and pulls him in closer, until they're flush together once more, their heat intermingling. Dearka breaks the kiss after a moment, panting lightly, staring hungrily into Yzak's eyes, trying his best to focus and not rut wantonly against him...]
Hook me up?
[He's holding a palm out for some lotion.]
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But he knows better. And he'd wonder if Dearka was doing his homework there, but truly that's a question for future Yzak to have. Right now, he wants to enjoy this.
Obliging, he pops open the cap of the bottle with a thumb, tipping it over to squeeze a liberal amount of lotion onto Dearka's palm. ]
This should get the job done...
[ It ... might seem for a moment like a little too liberal an amount, but that's because Yzak recaps the tube, tosses it about a foot behind him on the bed with nothing for himself. He reaches for Dearka's hand after that and guides it down, closing it over both of their dicks. Dearka can probably see the way Yzak has his jaw clenched, like he's trying to swallow down another groan when he feels that wetness on his erection and his own hand when some of the it slips through Dearka's fingers.
Is he also taking a moment here to lowkey note and compare their dick sizes? Yes. Like, does he care that much? No, not really. Does it matter at all? Nope. But he's Yzak Jule and he can't help himself, he's doing it anyway. He was never able to really do this despite all of their time in the military and here sharing showers because he never wanted to Stare For Too Long And Make It Obvious. ]
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In a weird way, he's actually kind of relieved for the guiding hand...? Because he's actually getting kind of nervous. Bad as he wants this, it's also kind of emotionally daunting, the irony there being that he's steeled himself through all kinds of actual battlefields at this point in his life. And yet... Finally getting to touch and please this man who he's been so devoted to, for so long...? If he thinks about the significance of the moment TOO hard, the pressure might well get to him.
This IS Yzak Jule he's getting it on with, after all. And Dearka knows better than ANYONE just how fussy and particular the man can be. But it's in this moment of realization, this clarity of significance, that Dearka's chest suddenly feels fit to burst with a swell of affection. Lucky for him, jerking off isn't exactly rocket science. The best he can do is start out with what he knows feels good to him, and just keep an attentive ear on Yzak's reactions....
He leans in to catch Yzak's mouth with his own again, interrupting the other man's quiet size comparison, and starts to stroke.]
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