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[ 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. ]

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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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