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[ Oh, North. Usually he's the one to fill in the gaps when York doesn't have the right words, but this time York knows exactly what he means. He's overthinking it, unnecessarily. They've talked about this.

And in the end there's no better way to feel alive, is there?

York presses in and closes the gap, eyes fluttering shut at the last moment. ]

[ There's a harsh exhale through his nose and his lips part to greet York, and he moves his arm to wrap around York again. He's glad for this outcome, and yet, could it really have turned out any other way? ]

[ Are you saying he's easy, North? Because he sort of is, but not when it matters. This isn't something he does lightly, after what they discussed. He may well be committing to more than just a kiss here.

...it's a good kiss, though. And despite thinking (fleetingly) that he should keep it brief and check in if they're okay, York finds himself deepening it instead. Leaning his weight on North and clutching at the back of his shirt as years of curiosity turn into exploration. When they do break apart he stays close, bumping their foreheads together. ]

[ But of course, that's not what North is thinking at all, only about the inevitability of their coming together when it feels so much like a fulfillment of something. Being clutched at like that is awakening something in North, a deep-seated lust that begins to burn with quiet intensity. He wants York and it's not just about his history with that other one. This version of York has been so understanding about that situation, and so much more balanced in his behavior, that it makes North feel that there's something that needs to be explored here.

And the kiss breaks and York bumps their foreheads together, and North fairly gasps as he presses in for another. North is, in his proclivities, fairly something of a switch, and he and that other York tended to trade off roles in bed fairly regularly. This time, for whatever reason, he wants York in charge, York to guide him, York's weight to press down on him, as if to help him to know he's real. Accordingly, he begins to pull 9n York, trying to maneuver York to lie on top of him as he shifts, as he rolls onto his back.

He and York don't tend to be the type to do things without talking, but they also have this tendency to communicate in a way that transcends the spoken word. Hopefully York will be willing to read what North is telling him, unspoken and desperate, now. ]

[ It catches York off guard when North's the one to press back in so quickly, and honestly he's wondering what the hell he did to get his friend going like this, but he's not complaining. Instead he meets North's intensity, chasing the kiss when the other man shifts and climbing on top of him. It's like something out of the dreams he had back during the Project, before everything turned to nightmares.

It drags on for what could have been either a split second or an eternity, York lost in sensation until his head starts to spin. He finally pulls back to catch his breath, his face flushed and lips reddened, pushing himself up slightly to catch North's gaze. There's something desperate in those blue eyes that he didn't expect to see, something that has him asking breathlessly, ]

Hey. What did I say?

[ He might have to say it more often.

He might also need North's clothes off, now, but tells himself firmly to slow it down. This feels too important to rush into, even if he's half-hard against North already. Even if the other man's arms around him have made him completely forget why he came here tonight. ]

[ North reaches up to drag circles against York's back again, this time with both hands. ]

About the contracts.

[ As far as North was concerned it had been a bald admission that York wanted him, at least in some sort of way. Even if the way he wanted him was to protect him. North's hands drag from York's back to his hips and he gives them a little squeeze. He's looking up at York, yes, a little desperately, but it's also with a need for comfort and reassurance.

York wants to know he's still alive? North will show him. ]

[ Oh. Duh, he thinks stupidly, because of course he wants North. Wants him close, wants him safe, and yes, wants him in his bed, and that's not exactly a new development. Strong hands drag down his back and York shudders in North's grip, but he shifts his weight to one arm so he has a hand free to cup North's cheek.

Tell me you're sure. Tell me this is more than comfort. Tell me you're not going to regret it in the morning.

For a long moment he's just searching North's gaze, the only sound in the room their breathing. He doesn't even know what he's looking for, not really, not until North starts to look uncertain and York realizes it was there all along.

Right. Fuck this clothes deal.

He shifts again to straddle North's hips and sits up, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head. ]

[ That's when North begins to grow hard. He sort of hadn't been giving himself permission before now. With York's weight off of his torso to take care of his shirt, North follows suit. Then they're both bare-chested, and North reaches up to caress the sides of York's pecs. He's seen this body before, of course, many times—in locker rooms, in all kinds of close quarters, but it's different being with someone when he's about to initiate a relationship as a lover with him. North's flushing a little, just the rise of heat in his chest, and he pulses his hips up subtly beneath York, just once. Want you, he's saying, please let me have you.

This has nothing to do with the previous occasion with that other York, North realizes. This has everything to do with the here and now—them drawing together now has only to do with the interactions they've had since arriving. York, being understanding; York, being kind; York, making comments that boil down to one simple fact—he loves North. Maybe it's half (or more) ordinary friend-love, but it's love.

After that? York's the one in charge. That's why they're in this position. North lies there and waits. ]

[ There's only one major difference from the last time North would have seen him shirtless; two healed bullet wounds directly over his heart. Still, it's hard to see in this lighting, at least until North rocks his hips teasingly and York arches into his touch, the silvery marks reflecting more light than the rest of his skin.

He doesn't realize he's the one in charge, not yet, because he's leaning down to kiss North again... and discovering that it brings him up a bit too high to rock their hips together. ]

Why are you so damn tall?

[ York winds up shifting again, one leg between North's while he kisses more intently than before, one hand buried in blond hair and the other caressing up and down his friend's side. North is hard against his thigh and York leans into that with a shiver, nipping the other man's bottom lip. For all North's previous urgency, though? Now he's only kissing back.

North. Seriously.

The kiss breaks and York drags his mouth along North's jaw to his ear, that wandering hand catching one of his partner's and planting it directly on his own ass. ]

You can touch me, you know.

Well, thank you for permission.

[ There's definitely a teasing tone to that; North squeezes lightly where his hand had been placed. Then, after a moment, something seems to break—North was waiting to see what York wanted, but the urgency has been building in his system, and he turns and angles his head enough to bite at York's jawline. He can feel that York's hard, too, against his pelvis, and he brings his free hand to caress the side of York's cock. He rubs at York's body with both hands, biting at his jaw, and making some little pleased grunting sounds. ]

Edited 2021-10-15 12:05 (UTC)

It seemed like you needed it-- ah...

[ There you go, he thinks, dipping his head a little lower to suck a mark to North's neck right over his pulse.

It's not the first sex he's had in years. Not even with a guy -- Duplicity has taken both those titles already -- but North's touch is sparking a different sort of heat under his skin. He shifts his weight to get a hand between them and see what he's dealing with here, fingertips tracing the shape of North's cock through his boxers. Answer: he's dealing with a lot. ]

I hope you've got lube.

[ He turns his head to catch North's mouth again before the other man can answer, drawing him out of his underwear and stroking him properly. ]

Mhm.

[ It's the only way he can give an affirmative answer right now, with the way York has captured his lips. He lets out a harsh and needy exhale when York starts to stroke him, and he turns his hand over so he, too, can feel out his lover's cock. Pressing his hand in between them he finds that York is a good, average size, and he moves his hand to find the waistband of York's pajamas and slip his hand inside. ]

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