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Ira jumped at the loud noise of the door being unlocked and chuckled to himself about it as he made his way to the elevators and up to Brian's floor. The sight that greeted him when he knocked on the door was breath taking. A sleepy smile tugged at his mouth as his eyes took in the older male and his disheveled appearance. "Were you sleeping?" Ira asked as he moved his body into the other's space and let his arms wind loosely around Brian's waist. Tilting his head back, the smile reappeared as Ira lifted on his toes to give the man a brief kiss. "You look... so cute." He admitted with a shy grin, kissing the man a second time. "And so sexy at the same time. It's like my brain can't put the two together."
Slowly, Ira pulled his arms out from around Brian and grabbed for the man's hand instead. His grip was loose, and the tug gentle as he began leading the way to the older blonde's bedroom. Ira remembered the way Brian's body had locked down with nervous tension the last time he took the lead. The boy hoped being gentle would ease Brian's mind and keep him relaxed.
When the teen reached the bedroom, he kept one hand in Brian's but the other tugged at the covers, creating a space for a body to crawl in.
"Here, gimmie these..." Ira murmured quietly, pulling his hand from Brian's in order to remove the man's jacket and tie. "Lay down," he instructed with the same soft voice, gesturing to the bed with a nod.
While the older situated himself, Ira tugged off his own jacket, and wrestled his tie off as well. Toeing off his sneakers, the teen chewed his lip shyly as he clamored onto the bed, pulling the covers up with him as he laid himself down next to Brian, his head and shoulders nestled comfortably against Brian's chest.
"Just...gimmie....fifteen minutes, kay?" Ira pleaded, fighting a yawn to get the words out. After that, it didn't take long, the heat and steady heartbeat under him quickly lulled the exhausted teen to sleep.

The soft hand in his hair shook Ira from his sleep. He hummed softly in approval, turning his face to kiss the nearest part of Brian's chest through his shirt before snuggling down again. "Feels good, Brian" he murmured, hoping the older male would someday trust him enough to do these simple things without anxiety. Now, however, he didn't have the brainpower to focus on that problem. Sleep was rapidly dragging him under once again.
The teen had no idea how long he'd been asleep for when he began t wake up slowly, by degrees. When he became aware of Brian's toned body under his, the boy smiled and blinked open his eyes. Falling asleep with the other had been so comfortable, so safe feeling to the teen that his heart ached for a permanency in their relationship that he knew the older was too terrified to give. With a sad smile, the boy lifted himself slightly and set his sleep-soaked fingers to work on Brian's buttons, kissing each new inch of flesh as he unfastened the man's shirt.

Looking up to find that raised eyebrow trained on him, Ira chuckled against Brian's stomach. Peeking back up, his eyes flashed with humour as he took in the sight of the older male. "This is not a blow job," he warned, making he tone as serious as he could manage. "This..." he began, letting his palms roam the newly-exposed skin of Brian's chest and abs, "is a cuddle." He laughed again. "A very handsy cuddle, admittedly, but a cuddle." Ira planted a swift line of kisses back up til he could n** the man's sensitive neck. "I don't care how long it takes, I'm gonna earn your trust, Brian. And when I do, you won't freak the eff out whenever I try to hold you." Ira let his lips slide down to the hollow between the man's collar bones and sucked, almost leaving a mark."Til then, I'm going to have to sneak-attack my cuddles. Even if I have to sleep through most of it."
With a small smirk, Ira pushed himself up enough to lay a kiss on Brian's mouth. "Speaking of, because you're the older and wiser of us two... You are now in charge of making sure we don't wear ourselves out again. I don't care how much I beg and plead for just one more round, you'll have to be responsible and remind me that things like standing...and walking... are still necessary." Ira laughed brightly, "Or at least save the 'lets make Ira c** til he passes out' sexcapades for the weekends."

"Hey, at least you got to sleep through the day. That was the first time since I last saw you that I did." The teen complained, his fingers drawing aimlessly on Brian's side."I have to admit, I'm not sure how much fun I'm gonna be able to give you. I... I'm still pretty worn out." Blushing, the boy ducked his head to count Brian's ribs with kisses, enjoying the solid muscle under his body as he worked his way up one of the man's sides and down the other.

When Brian unexpectedly sat up, Ira's body was rolled off of him with a grumpy "Umph" sound. The rapid change of subject left something between a grimace and a grin on the boy's face;. He wasn't completely surprised by the brush off. He knew better than to think the elder would let the affection go on for ever, but still, he could hope.

Sitting up himself, Ira held out his hands in a show of innocence. "Okay, okay," he placated softly, letting the man know he had no further designs on his body for the moment. "Sure, I could eat something." Ira offered, making his way towards Brian with exaggerated slowness, "What do you want to feed me?"

Seeing the fear in Brian as he placed such a vast distance between them hurt Ira, but the teen tried not to let it show, instead relying on his usual snark to stab back at the sting Brian had given him. "If you're sure your elderly stomach can digest it, old man," he quipped back, briefly sticking out his tongue for good measure before slowly following the older blonde to the kitchen.

Ira leaned against the kitchen wall with a sad sort of smile as he watched Brian start dinner. He stood in silence for a while before trying to pull the man out of his daze. "Brian?" He murmured softly, then a little louder, "Brian.... you're spacing out." The teen spoke with something between a grimace and a grin.
Slowly, so as not to spook the older man, Ira laid a hand on the space between the blonde's shoulder blades and rubbed small circles. "You're safe with me," he whispered softly, "Please don't withdraw from me like this. I won't hurt you. I won't, Brian. Promise."
He slid his hand up, rounding his palm on the man's shoulder and trying to turn Brian towards him, "Stop running from me. What we have is so good, Brian. Please, let yourself have this. You don't need to be scared."