Thank you. [ LUL, he totally knows how awesome his hands are, but it's still nice to hear it. Even better that Jeff is so entranced it took him a second try to get his mouth moving again. ]
You've got some nice bits and pieces goin' on yourself...
[ Oh stop, sssstttooooppp, he can't possibly take the flattery--
Just kidding, Jeff practically beams and it's a wonder he doesn't actually preen at the compliment. He does, however, turn to practically straddle the other man, placing one long, lean leg on either side of Peter's, hands resting on muscled shoulders, then sliding in until he can stroke that bearded jaw with his thumbs.
Now you're trapped, buddy. ]
Oh good. [ He lightly bumps his forehead against Peter's, corners of his mouth curving into a mischievous grin. ] I aim to please.
[ Does he need to sit still anymore, or can he kiss Peter again? WELL, he's going to move in for it regardless. ]
[ Hey, there. Peter won't say no to this kind of reception, even if he is covered in suds. His arms wrap loosely around Jeff, palms spread wide across the man's back. ]
Mm, He kisses Jeff sweetly, pulling away at the speed of molasses. Then his dark eyes meet Jeff's to tell him something very important.
You have— [ God, Peter can barely keep a giggle out of his words. ] so much shampoo in your hair.
[ It's so unfair to switch gears like that while he's still all happy brain-foggy from kissing! In fact, Jeff has to take a few seconds to process what Peter's saying, blinking, looking perplexed, before it clicks and he lets out a laugh. ]
Hey, man...
[ he's just gonna run a hand through his hair, gathering some nice soapy suds, and then drags his fingers through the other man's hair. Is it hygienic to transfer used shampoo like that? WHO CARES. Not like they're not gonna rinse off soon anyway. ]
[ Peter puts up no resistance, that is until Jeff is done with his unconventional attack. Time for retaliation! A big hand envelopes Jeff's handsome dumb face and pushes him off his lap and into the water.
[ Wow, so mean!! Jeff tumbles back into the water and reemerges, sputtering and wiping water from his face. But hey, he takes the BRUTAL ATTACK with good humor, laughing and smiling. ]
I take it back. Those hands are vicious bear paws!
[ Jeff pulls out yet another big laugh from Peter with that bizarre description. He may set a new record at this rate—three or four guffaws on a first date.
He follows the man into the deeper parts of the baths, dipping his head back to get rid of the shampoo in his hair. ]
Guess I'll have to keep 'em to myself then.
[ What a shame! And he was just starting to enjoy manhandling Jeff. Tsk tsk. ]
[ how dare you, sir. Though, if Jeff knew this was a record, he'd be pretty proud of himself.
INSTEAD, he makes a little groan when Peter decides to keep his bear paws to himself. ]
C'mon. You're not gonna make me beg.
[ He has his dignity, much as he wants to be manhandled. Instead, he's going to use all the powers of provocation he picked up as a middle child in a family full of boys. Only... he's going to apply them to sexy ends, so maybe that's not a good comparison to draw it to.
In any case, Jeff moves close to Peter and gets a little touchy himself, feeling the other man from his chest, and on down beneath the water's surface. He does steer clear of the dick, though, only getting close enough to tease and frustrate, fingers brushing inner thighs and the dip of the pelvis. ]
[ Peter is happy to be touched, body tingling as the man's hands slide along his thighs. The problem is he's got Jeff's number now. ]
Yeah? [ He doesn't bother putting his hands on the other man; he doesn't need to. His dark brown eyes simply bore into Jeff. ] I bet I could make you do anything I want.
[ Jeff may be doing the touching here, but he might as well be the one getting groped for how easily Peter draws a reaction from him. It's not just what he says that makes Jeff's fingers stop their teasing exploration; it's the look in his eyes. The confidence and certainty.
Jeff's pretty sure that he's right, and it feels kind of nice admitting it-- to himself, anyway. To Peter, all he can do is meet those dark brown eyes, trying to project a playful skepticism, like it's not obvious that Peter's clearly on the right track here. ]
Oh... [ He lifts his hand to brush his thumb against the other man's collarbone, fondly, fingers settling at the nape of his neck. ] Now that's a pretty bold claim.
[ You're lucky Peter finds you endearing, because that immature giggling is wasted on that low hanging fruit. GET IT, JEFF? LOW HANGING FRUIT AR AR ARRR! ]
Good to know. [ He peels the man's hand off and brings his palm up to his lips for a whiskery kiss. ] You're easy to like, too.
And it may be a simple, straightforward compliment, but it's enough to get Jeff feeling all warm and tingly-- and the kiss doesn't hurt, either. He slides his palm against Peter's cheek, tilting his face juuuust so, so he can move in for a kiss. It's not sweet and fleeting like his earlier kisses, but needy. Insistent. Impatient! ]
[ Yep, he knows. It's why his arms wrap tight around Jeff. ]
My room's right around the corner. Don't even need to get dressed. [ Plenty of people have started in the baths and ended up elsewhere. A couple of bare butts is nothing to lift an eyebrow over when sauntering down the castle halls. ] C'mon...
[ He pulls Jeff along with him up the short set of stairs and gives him a towel to dry off with. And to keep a modicum of dignity as they very obviously walk to his bedroom for sex. ]
[ Whatever drying off he gives himself is cursory, and the towel quickly ends up draped around his shoulders, Jeff scrubbing at his hair to get it less drippy. Sure, he may cast a quick, cursory glance around to make sure he's not dicks out in front of a bunch of strangers, but that's more of a politeness thing. There's no real self consciousness when it comes to strolling from the baths to Peter's room, even if the towel does eventually find its way around his waist.
Though he totally takes a moment to try to get as much of a look at Peter as he can while they make their way over. Not, like, ogling exactly, just admiring. He didn't get much of a look before they went in the water!
And, once they're in the room, Jeff's heading right for the bed, taking Peter by the hand to try to pull him down with him. Look, he's not really used to having the luxury of time, so there's a certain impulsiveness to his movement.
Besides, they've just spent the past however-long naked and fondling each other, and his dick's half-hard already. He demands attention! ]
Nice mattress. Not too hard, not too soft. Juuuuust right.
Glad to hear, Goldilocks. [ Peter leans over him to explore every piece he couldn't see below the water. With his hand flat on Jeff's belly he can feel every breath he draws. ] You look good spread out on it.
[ Jeff stretches out indulgently, as if he belongs right here in Peter's bed. Relaxed, except for the way his breath draws in, sharp, and holds, as the older man lays a hand on his stomach. Anticipation, because he doesn't know if he wants that hand to move south, or north, or stay right there. He breathes out slowly, breath hitching with a shiver if Peter just so happens to touch a tattoo that's just above his hip: an intricate, peaceful sun mandala. ]
And you look good over me. [ He lifts his brows, crooked little smile on his face. ] So much for keeping your hands to yourself, huh.
[ The tattoo is not a surprise. If Peter had found none on Jeff, then he would have been surprised. The man screamed basic Cali boy and, frankly, Peter liked it. Of those outside his world that he'd met, Jeff seemed the most normal like him. There was a comfort in that. ]
It would've done neither of us any good. [ It's not winning if the other player quits, Jeff! It's called "not losing." Now shut up and let Peter kiss you. He presses Jeff into the mattress with his added weight, his mouth demanding he simply give in and let Peter have a taste. ]
[ That's right! He's very normal. Not a wizard, and that tattoo definitely isn't covering up some youthful cavorting-with-demons mistake. ]
Mm, can't argue there. [ He offers Peter a lazy smile, tilting his face up to meet that kiss. And there's definitely a way he seems to relax beneath Peter's weight, the whole-body equivalent of letting out a breath he hadn't known he was holding. An easy willingness to let go and invite Peter in-- with his mouth, yielding for him, and his hands, one reaching for the back of the other man's head, and the other sliding down his back. He holds him close as he kisses back, legs splaying beneath Peter, somewhere between brazen and relaxed as he pushes his hips up. ]
[ With Jeff's hands on him, his body melting underneath him, Peter hums his appreciation every time the man rocks into him. And he returns the favor grabbing him between his spread legs and slowly, idly stroking Jeff back to his full arousal. ]
[ It doesn't take much to get a reaction from his body; Jeff's so keyed up already, and there's nothing like the feeling of skin-on-skin to get his full attention. Especially when it comes to hands like Peter's, where every callous brings just a little more sensation to keep him on edge. And he responds by pushing into Peter's hand, receptive and only kind of demanding. His hand, curious and exploring, eventually settles on Peter's ass.
He's got a nice ass. May as well give it a squeeze. ]
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You've got some nice bits and pieces goin' on yourself...
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Just kidding, Jeff practically beams and it's a wonder he doesn't actually preen at the compliment. He does, however, turn to practically straddle the other man, placing one long, lean leg on either side of Peter's, hands resting on muscled shoulders, then sliding in until he can stroke that bearded jaw with his thumbs.
Now you're trapped, buddy. ]
Oh good. [ He lightly bumps his forehead against Peter's, corners of his mouth curving into a mischievous grin. ] I aim to please.
[ Does he need to sit still anymore, or can he kiss Peter again? WELL, he's going to move in for it regardless. ]
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Mm, He kisses Jeff sweetly, pulling away at the speed of molasses. Then his dark eyes meet Jeff's to tell him something very important.
You have— [ God, Peter can barely keep a giggle out of his words. ] so much shampoo in your hair.
[ HAaaaAAAa, you look so cute, Jeff! ]
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Hey, man...
[ he's just gonna run a hand through his hair, gathering some nice soapy suds, and then drags his fingers through the other man's hair. Is it hygienic to transfer used shampoo like that? WHO CARES. Not like they're not gonna rinse off soon anyway. ]
Now we match.
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handsomedumb face and pushes him off his lap and into the water.Don't match anymore now, do we? ]
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I take it back. Those hands are vicious bear paws!
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He follows the man into the deeper parts of the baths, dipping his head back to get rid of the shampoo in his hair. ]
Guess I'll have to keep 'em to myself then.
[ What a shame! And he was just starting to enjoy manhandling Jeff. Tsk tsk. ]
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INSTEAD, he makes a little groan when Peter decides to keep his bear paws to himself. ]
C'mon. You're not gonna make me beg.
[ He has his dignity, much as he wants to be manhandled. Instead, he's going to use all the powers of provocation he picked up as a middle child in a family full of boys. Only... he's going to apply them to sexy ends, so maybe that's not a good comparison to draw it to.
In any case, Jeff moves close to Peter and gets a little touchy himself, feeling the other man from his chest, and on down beneath the water's surface. He does steer clear of the dick, though, only getting close enough to tease and frustrate, fingers brushing inner thighs and the dip of the pelvis. ]
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Yeah? [ He doesn't bother putting his hands on the other man; he doesn't need to. His dark brown eyes simply bore into Jeff. ] I bet I could make you do anything I want.
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Jeff's pretty sure that he's right, and it feels kind of nice admitting it-- to himself, anyway. To Peter, all he can do is meet those dark brown eyes, trying to project a playful skepticism, like it's not obvious that Peter's clearly on the right track here. ]
Oh... [ He lifts his hand to brush his thumb against the other man's collarbone, fondly, fingers settling at the nape of his neck. ] Now that's a pretty bold claim.
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[ There's plenty of boys that would turn Jeff's head easily enough. ]
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Oh no there he goes. He tried to keep a straight face, but after a beat, Jeff ducks his head to snicker. ]
Stiff, huh?
[ Good thing Peter already knows he's "young at heart". To put it nicely.
Grinning, giggling just a little, he lifts his eyes to meet the other man's once again. ]
Well I'm not complaining. I like bold.
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Good to know. [ He peels the man's hand off and brings his palm up to his lips for a whiskery kiss. ] You're easy to like, too.
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And it may be a simple, straightforward compliment, but it's enough to get Jeff feeling all warm and tingly-- and the kiss doesn't hurt, either. He slides his palm against Peter's cheek, tilting his face juuuust so, so he can move in for a kiss. It's not sweet and fleeting like his earlier kisses, but needy. Insistent. Impatient! ]
What if... we got out of here?
[ IF YOU KNOW WHAT HE MEANS. ]
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My room's right around the corner. Don't even need to get dressed. [ Plenty of people have started in the baths and ended up elsewhere. A couple of bare butts is nothing to lift an eyebrow over when sauntering down the castle halls. ] C'mon...
[ He pulls Jeff along with him up the short set of stairs and gives him a towel to dry off with. And to keep a modicum of dignity as they very obviously walk to his bedroom for sex. ]
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Though he totally takes a moment to try to get as much of a look at Peter as he can while they make their way over. Not, like, ogling exactly, just admiring. He didn't get much of a look before they went in the water!
And, once they're in the room, Jeff's heading right for the bed, taking Peter by the hand to try to pull him down with him. Look, he's not really used to having the luxury of time, so there's a certain impulsiveness to his movement.
Besides, they've just spent the past however-long naked and fondling each other, and his dick's half-hard already. He demands attention! ]
Nice mattress. Not too hard, not too soft. Juuuuust right.
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And you look good over me. [ He lifts his brows, crooked little smile on his face. ] So much for keeping your hands to yourself, huh.
[ This means JEFF WINS, RIGHT? ]
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It would've done neither of us any good. [ It's not winning if the other player quits, Jeff! It's called "not losing." Now shut up and let Peter kiss you. He presses Jeff into the mattress with his added weight, his mouth demanding he simply give in and let Peter have a taste. ]
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Mm, can't argue there. [ He offers Peter a lazy smile, tilting his face up to meet that kiss. And there's definitely a way he seems to relax beneath Peter's weight, the whole-body equivalent of letting out a breath he hadn't known he was holding. An easy willingness to let go and invite Peter in-- with his mouth, yielding for him, and his hands, one reaching for the back of the other man's head, and the other sliding down his back. He holds him close as he kisses back, legs splaying beneath Peter, somewhere between brazen and relaxed as he pushes his hips up. ]
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He's got a nice ass. May as well give it a squeeze. ]