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Ira's heart felt like it could melt into a puddle at his feet when he saw Brian look up at him with eyes glazed with tears. The teen smiled gently and pressed forward into Brian's embrace, his fingers slipping up Brian's back and into the other's blonde locks. The other's silence made Ira cringe at the thought of just how much he'd divulged. But it was always like this: he seemed to constantly be pouring his heart out to the man without hearing much in return. But what the elder said with words wasn't nearly as important. Ira still got the response he wanted with that gentle embrace.
"Take your time, Brian," The teen whispered against the man's neck, "I'll still be here when you're ready." Ira gave the older male a tight squeeze before slowly pulling back. This was enough emotional baggage for one day, he thought.
"Come shower with me?" The boy offered, grasping Brian's hand and slowly towing him towards the bathroom. "Nothing's going to happen, though," Ira insisted, the usual heat rising to his face, "I mean, I'm sore in places I didn't know could feel sore " Though he joked, it was obvious his relatively novice body had had all it could take at present.

Ira chuckled softly at the lost way Brian followed behind him, exhaling the simple word he'd been holding on to. The teen couldn't keep the affection from his gaze as he watched Brian step into the shower, "You're a beautiful mess, you know that?" He teased in a whisper, stepping out of the boxers he'd borrowed before gratefully taking the offered hand and stepping under the heated stream of water to join the older blonde.
Ira's eyes skimmed over Brian's bare form and he groaned. This whole 'nothings gonna happen' thing seemed easier in theory, when he didn't have the pure lust the sight of Brian inspired in him to deal with. With a guilty grin, the smaller male used the hand he was still holding to pull Brian closer, until their chests barely touched. "I could look at you all day," He confessed, still grinning.

"Mnn, sounds good to me," Ira answered playfully, letting his head lean against the elder's hand as it traveled through his hair. And then suddenly he was being kissed so ardently that Ira's knees nearly buckled. The teen moaned tightly against Brian's mouth, his fingers digging into the man's biceps as he leaned into the kiss. Ira kissed back with every ounce of lust, hunger, and affection he felt for the older blonde and when their mouths finally parted, he moaned gently again.
Ira's hands finally eased their grip on the other's arms and he let his palms travel up to Brian's shoulders before lazily wrapping his arms around the man's waist. The boy pressed his face into Brian's chest and let the water pour down his back for a long moment, trying to pull his breathing into a more sensible rhythm. "You're not helping," he complained after a long pause referring to his somewhat stiffened length that was now pressing insistently against Brian. The teen didn't think he could handle anymore sex at the moment, but resisting was becoming less of an option with every passing moment and every brush of Brian's form against his own.

Cute. Great. He was up there with baby seals and infant giggles. But still, it was a compliment, and Ira knew it wasn't to be taken lightly. Affection didn't come easy to Brian and Ira smiled at the thought of any positive attention the older male was willing to give. His smile grew into a grin as he teased, "Yeah, I mean...I can't really blame you for not being able to resist this," Ira gestured to himself with a cocky smirk which softened when Brian stepped away and traveled his body with his eyes. Ira felt himself twitch at the attention and he had to stop himself form closing the distance between them once again.
When Ira discovered what Brian was searching for, he reached in front of the man and grabbed for the missing bottle. Pouring a small amount into his cupped palm, Ira set the bottle back on the narrow shelf and rubbed his hands together before sliding his now-soapy palms up Brian's back and to his shoulders. The suds allowed Ira's hands to slid over the other's wet skin easily as he began to work at the tension in Brian's shoulders.