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 Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 3:57 pm
This close, he could feel the soft breath exhaled from Otto against his shoulder, the gentleness of his presence, the warmth of their twined hands. It was pleasant in a way he hadn't felt in a long time, and Chance felt his resolution slipping away.
He pushed Otto slightly away, just enough that Chance could roll onto his side next to him, and his free hand went to the back of Otto's head, fingers sliding gently through his blonde hair.
"I don't hate you," he said softly.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 4:08 pm
He was almost scared when he felt himself get moved away a little. Thankfully, he was treated with Chance now facing him, so he rolled a little onto his side as well. Otto let it all happen. A hand in his hair, cradling the back of his head; it was almost a dare to move in closer. He shoved away any anxiety he had with the stronger feelings of warmth and comfort their closeness provided. It felt good, and he wanted it to feel good. So why not let it be? "Guess you ain't a cat." He murmured back, his fingers tightening around Chance's. He leaned in a little bit closer. Of course he still felt a little anxious. Anything new was scary. But wasn't it exciting? And Chance made him feel comfortable, despite the broiling feelings in his gut. He wanted to try it. Try and and see if it felt as good as he imagined it would. His lips were close enough he could kiss him if he wanted to. He repeated No Drama in the back of his mind, as he closed the small and fragile gap between them.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 4:15 pm
As much as he wanted to, Chance wasn't going to make the first move. It had to be Otto, because otherwise it wouldn't work. He needed Otto to be the one to decide, and if he changed his mind, then that would be that. The decision was entirely up to him, and Chance would go with whatever it was, regardless.
His eyes fluttered a little at the closeness, his fingers sifting through the soft strands of his hair.
"Nope," Chance breathed out, and Otto was so much closer now. "Not a cat."
And then there was no space at all between them, and a sigh was exhaled against Otto's lips, relief and wanting and pleasure all at once. Chance's fingers stilled against the back of his head so that he could tilt into the kiss more, keeping it slow and steady and gentle.
He wasn't going to lie, it felt amazing.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 4:24 pm
All of the anxiety he'd felt about his questions of 'should I' or 'is it wrong?' were replaced, or even evolved, into something much more pleasant. Equally heart racing, and equally energetic. It was a feeling he couldn't find the word for right then. But it felt really good. Lips against his own, soft and deliberate. Kissing always felt good, and it was just as wonderful as he'd hoped it would feel with him. His free hand clasped against the back of Chance's neck, as he let himself melt slow and steady into that long and pleasurable kiss. Maybe it really had been stupid to feel so ashamed of his own feelings, wants and desires. He was just human after all. Didn't all humans crave this? Maybe not, but... but it felt nice. Felt good. And ******** the world for now, because he was out in the middle of nowhere, off the island and away from cameras and pressure to behave a certain way. A small moan of pleasantness and liking burned in his throat. Even if all this amounted to was making out on the desert floor, it would be worth all the worry and fret. Really, he felt silly for being so averse to the whole thing.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 4:31 pm
He was used to human warmth, had spent many years just flitting from one person to the next without any particular attachment to anyone. But this was Otto; and maybe he was right when he'd said it was better with someone you felt comfortable with than some random person met in a club. This felt eons more pleasing than that.
And it would have been a big giant lie if Chance hadn't wanted this as much as Otto ********," he muttered, and pulled his hand free of Otto's so that he could cradle his face, little laughs escaping against Otto's mouth. Chance rolled slightly, looping an arm around Otto's waist to pull him partly on top of him, making it easier to reach.
"I've wanted to do this for ******** ever," he mumbled. "You're amazing."
His hand moved to the back of Otto's neck, tangling in his hair, and he slanted his head upwards, adding more pressure with each kiss.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 4:43 pm
His face felt flushed, and he worried it would look like a tomato if Chance looked too closely. But he paid it as little mind as he could. His eyes closed again, revelling in the embrace of Chance's hands cradling his face. It made a happy bubbling feeling in his chest, and while he didn't laugh or giggle like Chance had, he felt the same way inside. Giddy, and pleased. He let Chance pull him closer and on top, letting his weight fall onto the taller man. He relished in the feel of every part underneath him move against himself. The feel of the rise and fall of Chance's chest, as his hand swept across to find a place to hold. "The feelin's mutual." How long had Otto wanted to do this with Chance? Honestly, it must have been a while. Otto wouldn't have done this on a whim, after all. Maybe just as long as Chance had. Why had he bothered depriving himself of this at all? All his forms of self punishment he took on, as if he was scared someone else would beat him to it. Maybe that was it. Punishing himself so no one else got the chance to. His heartbeat kept pumping quicker and louder as he felt Chance's kisses become stronger and more fervent. He returned them with just as much as he got, and his hands gripped the man's shoulders like a life line.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 4:54 pm
Heat was radiating outwards from Otto's face against the palm of Chance's hand, and he reveled in it, and in Otto's eagerness, his pleasure at what they were doing, rather than his hesitancy, the touch of his hand on Chance's chest that made tingles race up and down his spine.
"Good," Chance said breathlessly, barely able to form coherent words. He wrapped one arm around Otto's waist, and with a monumental effort, pushed up into a sitting position. It would force Otto to sit facing him in his lap, but it would also make it easier to deepen the kisses that he was now drowning in and put less pressure on their backs.
There were other things he wanted to say, but nothing was coming out the way it was supposed to, and Chance's mouth left Otto's briefly to press delicate kisses along his jawline and partially down his neck. His arms looped around Otto, dragging him against his chest, and Chance buried his face in the spot where Otto's neck slid into his shoulder, exhaling a breath.
"Good," he said again, hoarsely, lifting his head and smiling, his eyes twinkling with desire and pleasure, Chance pressing a kiss to the side of Otto's mouth, lingering, and his fingers fluttered down Otto's chest, searching out the heartbeat he could feel beating loudly against his own.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 5:06 pm
It was certainly a lot less pressure on his back as Chance pushed up in a seated position, dragging Otto up with him. If Otto were to be honest with himself? He rather liked it there in Chance's lap. He'd always enjoyed getting moved around at the will of a lover, which he supposed made his smaller height and stature that much more convenient. He enjoyed seeing Chance look different. Not just the dim night light, and the sparkling oranges of the campfire. But the way someone looked in the heat of passion. He'd always liked the look he saw in someone's eyes during those moments. He could get lost in it easily. He felt himself tremble just under the skin as he felt Chance kiss his way down his jaw and neck. He closed his eyes if only for a moment while he focused on the way it felt, physically and otherwise. Maybe it was selfish to focus so deeply on the way it made him feel. He was pulled closer, and he could feel Chance's body heat more intensely. His own arms wrapped tightly around him, a hand finally finding itself tangled in the curls atop Chance's head. He smelled good. He felt good. His heartbeat continued to race and beat hard against his chest as if every feeling and emotion could barely be contained inside. Chance's lips were teasingly close, and Otto took the opportunity to trap them with his own again; desperate and needy. His hands moved up and down the other man's back, navigating every sharp edge and dip. All of the loneliness and self loathing he'd been wallowing in before Chance walked through the door at Deus that day seemed like a distant nightmare. It never happened.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 5:15 pm
His added height made it easy to keep Otto in his lap, and easier to see his face, painted red with desire and excitement, flushed in pleasure. The feel of Otto's fingers in his hair made a little groan of happiness escape Chance's lips, exhaled out against Otto's face before he was caught again in another kiss. The soft and gentle ones had shifted to ones buried in passion and fervor, and Chance returned them eagerly, deepening them with relish, trying to taste as much as he could. There seemed to be not enough air, but he was greedily taking as much as he could of Otto while he could, selfishly glad that he was able to see Otto this way, to feel the intensity of his mouth against his.
One of his hands slid down Otto's side, resting momentarily at his hip before his fingers nudged upwards, towards the warm skin of his waist beneath his shirt; a question without words.
"Otto," Chance murmured, lips curving up into a smile against the other's. He sank into another kiss, hot and inviting. "Otto, Otto, Otto."
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 5:22 pm
He could feel Chance's warm hand against his skin now, and he couldn't say he hadn't wanted him there. His own hands slipped under the hem of Chance's shirt, just to test the feel of the man's lower back against his fingers. He pushed himself further on the man's lap, and felt right at home there. He belonged there. "Mmm.. Quit'it" He whined against his lips as Chance repeated his name. "Y'ur embaressn' me.." Not that he particularly minded at all. It was crocodile tears more than anything else. Definitely. Damn, he really, really liked this. He tested Chance's name on his own tongue, and enjoyed the way it felt between kisses. His fingers dug into the skin of Chance's back as he kept delivering one passionate kiss after another. It had to be illegal to feel so good. kuuropii IM GOING TO HELL AND I DONT CARE
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 5:33 pm
It made him smile, shivers racing up and down his spine at the touch of Otto's questing fingers beneath his shirt, and he never wanted to stop, never wanted to let go.
"Stop what?" Chance murmured teasingly, just to be obnoxious, and kissed him again, swallowing his own name as it slipped from Otto's lips and shivered down his throat. He liked the sound of it, and liked the way it made him feel warm all over, and he mumbled Otto's name a few more times against his mouth, digging his fingers into Otto's hair.
He pulled away after a few more intense moments, gasping for breath, and even then he wasn't more than an inch away, ducking his head to press a quick kiss to Otto's throat before resting their foreheads together.
"What do you want?" Chance asked hoarsely, voice barely above a whisper, and he stroked gentle fingers down the side of Otto's neck, his other arm wrapped securely around Otto's waist to keep him firmly in Chance's lap. Another kiss, lashes slightly damp, was pressed against Otto's lips, brief and yet still needy.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 5:40 pm
"Brat." He grumbled with a small and embarrassed smirk. He was getting breathless from just this. Every movement made his head spin pleasantly, swimming in euphoria. His head lifted slightly to allow the kiss to his throat, before ducking down as their foreheads touched. He didn't want to move from where he was in his lap, but he wanted a little more too. It was almost hard to breathe as he struggled to come back down from the dizzying zone he was in. What did he want? He wanted so much right now. More than he felt he could ask for. His hands still held onto the other man as he searched for words in his eyes. "You?" He tested playfully.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 5:48 pm
The one word answer made a wave of heat spread over Chance like nothing else, and for a few seconds, he was dizzy with the notion of it, with the very idea of getting more than this. His eyes flickered to meet Otto's, and Chance leaned closer, pressing a very light, very tender kiss to Otto's lips, gentle and soft, thumb smoothing along Otto's jawline.
"I like that answer," he said quietly, eyes still closed even after he'd pulled away, forehead once again resting against the other's. "Since I want you too."
So much, he thought, but didn't say it, instead just simply brushed his fingers over Otto's cheek.
The tent was behind them, but out here it felt wonderfully open and calm beneath the starry skies.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 5:52 pm
Otto smiled. He'd wanted to hear that. Whether it happened right there, or in the nearby tent? Otto didn't care. So long as it happened, and they made all the use of their off island time enjoying every second of it.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 5:58 pm
He liked that smile, and even more, he liked that the smile was directed at him, without any anxiety or stress behind it. Just simple desire and longing for one another, and Chance leaned forward, giving Otto a quick kiss before detaching himself.
"Okay," he said, eyes twinkling with mixed desire and mischief, and he pulled Otto to his feet, wrapping his arms around him. Another kiss - he sincerely couldn't help himself - and then another, and Chance tugged Otto into the shade of the tent. He sat near the door, where they could still see the skies but have the ease of the sleeping bags beneath them, and dragged Otto into his lap again.
"Come here, you," said Chance with a playful growl, and then he'd made quick work of Otto's shirt, and probably his own in the process.
It was just the two of them out here. There was nothing to be afraid of, nothing to make them hold back, and Chance was going to make damned sure that Otto knew just how much Chance wanted him after all, using every second of the time they had while they had it.
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