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-He grumbles a little at that.- I’m not like most people. -As though to prove himself, he moves to claim the other’s mouth again, hips giving the slightest move forward as he does so. Because he isn’t like most people and he’ll be damned if he’s lumped into the same category as the rest of the human race. Especially by someone that he is currently half lying on top of.- 

-His brow furrows slightly and he gives a noise of surprise, one hand moving to Dorian’s shoulder when his mouth is taken once more. He shivers, hips moving, faintly, to reciprocate the press forward. He pulls away, less then half an inch, lips still brushing.- Y-you’ve- you’ve proved that. -He mutters, and this time he presses forward, albeit tentatively, to re-seal their lips together.-

-He blinks in surprise a little at Alex starting a kiss of his own, but has absolutely no argument against it, pressing back almost hungrily, mumbling in a low growl against his mouth.- Good. -His hips press forward again, this time with a little more force. He’s being gentle, for once in his life, but giving enough to keep the other wanting him. He decides that rushing is not a good idea - not an easy task, since he hasn’t been slow with anyone since Sibyl.-

-The reaction he gets makes him quiver again, the growl sending an even harsher shiver through him. He swallows back a sound - near a mewl - and he squirms a little, pressing back slightly. He’s still nervous - that much he knows is obvious, but for the first time in a very long time he’s letting his body respond without thinking too much on it. The hand on Dorian’s shoulder moves in, just slightly, to the crook of his neck, pressing himself closer and rolling his hips, just barely, against him.-

-Even though the other remains unsure, he’s pleased with the reciprocating of his actions, even though they are meek and small. He grabs the other’s hips, half to keep him where he is and half to instruct him, breathing somewhat heavier as the other presses closer still. Pulling away from his lips for a moment, he murmurs against his temple.- Give into it. Don’t hold back. 

-He’s shivering a little harder now, unable to stop the next noise when Dorian grabs his hips. The hand at his neck grips a little tighter, though relaxing again when their lips part. Breathing shallowly, his eyes still closed, he gives a minute nod in acknowledgement, ignoring his blush this time as he shifts beneath him.-

-Tilting Alex’s face slightly for better access and placing another small bite on the other’s neck - that one is probably going to leave a mark, actually. Oh well - he gives another little growl when he feels the hand on his neck tensing, he finds some form of rhythm in the middle of all the haze and heat and heavy breathing and he moves against the other, hands perhaps a little tighter than necessary on his hips.- 

-Moving cooperatively, he tries a little too late to muffle another moan, arching again into the bite. He bites his lip, hard, giving short little noises of appreciations - anything between moans, soft growls, and mewls. He reciprocates every motion, tilting his head more to expose his neck, his fingers gripping Dorian’s again, dull nails scraping against skin lightly.-

-He continues with enthusiasm, pleased with the lovely noises that the other is making, though he himself has to repress his own noises at the fingers gripping at his neck and the feeling of the other’s body against his own. He manages a husky chuckle, pausing in his administrations to Alex’s neck, though not stopping his other movements.- You certainly aren’t as shy anymore.

-The flush still there, he tips his head a little to look at Dorian the best he could, looking dazed. His blush tints a little darker at the comment and bites his lip, breathing shallow.- Just- just d-don’t let me think too much. -He mutters, moving again beneath him, up against him. It’s the truth. He has, for the most part disconnected thought from action, letting himself respond naturally.-

-He continues to move on the other, hands still gripping his hips.- I had no intention of doing so. -For now, he allows Alex to zone out a little, aware that if he was truly thinking about what he was doing, there would always be that doubt and that the whole experience less pleasurable. His breathing is deepening a little as he continues to rut against the other, tossing his hair out of his eyes a little impatiently.- 

-A soft little chuckle leaves his lips, cut short by another noise as he leans his head back, biting down on his lip. His free hand moves to Dorian’s side, gripping there and rolling his hips against his. Giving a quiet curse beneath his breath, he shudders. Jeans are starting to feel constricting, making him groan impatiently himself, the hand on the other’s side hooking into the waistband of his pants.-

-He smirks, the other appearing not nearly as innocent as he was initially. He nips at his earlobe, one hand going to the prying hand on his waistband, though not moving it away.- A little impatient, hm? You certainly aren’t shy anymore. -His own hands move to the button of the boy’s jeans, fingering it.- Shall I get rid of these? 

-He gives a little mewl, biting his lip and flexing his fingers beneath the other’s. He blushes a bit more at the comment, swallowing and offering a slight smile.- Yes, well…better t-to indulge then deprive yourself, right? -He mutters breathlessly, swallowing thickly when he could feel his hands on the button of his jeans. He nodded, shifting slightly beneath him.-

-He chuckles, quirking a brow.- You really are a fast learner. -Practiced fingers undo the button with ease, removing both jeans and underwear in a fast, fluid movement, leaving the boy rather vulnerable, to his delight. He smirks, though his own trousers are a little uncomfortable and his breathing is still heavy, murmuring in the other’s ear.- Better? 

I try…-He mutters breathlessly again, his hips moving cooperatively. His breath hitches slightly once he’s bared, blushing darker still and biting his lip with a little whine. He gives a noise of confirmation, his other hand slowly joining the one on his waistband. This time he shows hesitation, glancing up at the man above him briefly while he toys with the fabric, breathing in quick, shallow bursts.-

-When the other hand joins the one already on his waistband, he lets out a very soft albeit encouraging noise, pressing his lips against the other’s briefly to draw a kiss from him. He raises a brow, smirking.- Suddenly shy again? -He pushes his hips slightly against the other’s hands.- Go on, then. Or are you too meek? -He chuckles.-