Advances

[Existentially Odd]

Matthew frowned, daring to leaning his face forward a little and brush his chin thoughtfully against the softness of Rico\'s curls, liking the feel of it against his rougher skin and enjoying the smell, too.

"Mmm... I think that that\'s something you need to show, rather than say," he argued.  With this aspect of things, he did have some experience, since he\'d borne witness to the degeneration of Lam\'s relationship with Lord Dagger.  Many, many times the pair had broken up and she\'d claimed she was moving on from him, but what she said and what she did had been two very different things.  It had taken Kysis for her to actually do what she\'d always said she would.

"And even if you think you feel worse, not being near him and watching them might also be a good thing, though... I don\'t know, it might also make you admit their relationship and see you have no hope, too," he mused, relising he\'d immediately contradicted himself but only truly changing his mind mid-sentence, so he\'d had to speak accordingly.  "I don\'t know for sure," he decided, "but I do know you shouldn\'t go there just to say you\'re moving on.  That would be a mistake," he said with certainty.

[Kysis]

Rico liked the feel of Matthew rubbing up against him, even if it made him think of a cat.  He liked cats.  If Kysis could let him, Rico would have a cat still, but the one he had kidnapped in Kreos made Kysis sneeze non-stop, so it was left at the Keep.  Though Matthew\'s sentences were all jumbled up, Rico understood.  Entirely.  It almost made Rico want to laugh, but he didn\'t.

"I should probably give myself some time to actually move on.  You\'re right.  Seeing them would be a good step after I have something else going."

Did Rico have to let go of Matthew?  He wasn\'t right now, so unless Matthew said to, Rico was not letting go.  For some reason Rico did not feel sad though.  Before he had thought this moment, of actually trying to let go, would be excruciatingly painful and tearful to do.  It wasn\'t.  In fact, there was a twinge of goodness settled in his stomach.  That was a good sign.

He was still having his doubts, about whether or not Matthew cared to be helping a lovesick boy, but Rico pushed that back.  If Matthew did not like something, he generally voiced up, as Rico had noticed.  That was reassuring in its own right.  If Matthew did not want to help, he\'d just say it.  Rico put a little peck of a \'thank you\' kiss on Matthew\'s neck, the closest thing to Rico\'s mouth.

[Existentially Odd]

Matthew shivered slightly at the kiss and sighed without meaning to.  He\'d not realised necks were such sensitive spots until that moment.  "That felt good."  He giggled a little at his own ignorance, hoping Rico didn\'t pull back to look up and see his cheeks pink (though he was likely used to such a state by now).

"I\'ll keep doing the meals over there, then.  But you can feel free to come over between times and help me clean the place.  Lord Liari\'s having to spend a lot of time at the shop and Lam\'s doing nothing but being upset about losing her job, so it\'s fairly quiet.  Besisdes, the place is big enough that you can avoid contact with people, if you really try," he offered cheekily.

His mind wasn\'t really on the gossip or the cleaning, though; it was on how he could gain himself another of those little kisses to his neck.

[Kysis]

Rico smiled at Matthew\'s blunt statement.  It was obvious Matthew had never been kissed there before.  Thus, Matthew had also not been kissed elsewhere.  Rico allowed his thoughts to wander like that at the moment, only half listening to Matthew\'s invitation to help.  Rico probably would.  He felt bad for shirking his job at the manor and making Matthew do it all.  Plus, with Lam sulking, Matthew should probably be focusing on her more as well.

"Sounds like fun."

There was not much enthusiasm in his voice, but that was because Rico\'s thoughts were elsewhere.  He was staring at Matthew\'s neck.  Where was the most sensitive point?  With Matthew it probably did not matter, but still.

So, another thanks for helping, would be giving Matthew something he liked.  Rico lifted his head a little, kissing lightly the place on Matthew\'s neck that was about two inches below his ear, nibbling a little in the process.  It was supposed to be one of the most sensitive places on the body outside the obvious parts, something that might send tendrils of joy through anyone\'s body.  Rico kept his lips poised there, distracting himself from the topic of cleaning.

[Existentially Odd]

Matthew\'s head drooped forward as he shuddered uncontrollably, his hands clenching around the material at Rico\'s waist.  "Oh," he sighed tremulously, sounding very pleasantly surprised and inadvertently wanton in the process.

He supposed he should say something more, but all other speech seemed to have deserted him.  In the back of his mind was the thought that he should recirprocate the action for his companion too, but... he couldn\'t just at that moment.  His body seemed to have turned to cold lard.

[Kysis]

Rico almost felt bad for trying to corrupt such an innocent.  Almost.  It might be a challenge, it might not be.  A few tingles entered his own body as Matthew clinched at his waist.  Rico liked the pressure applied there.  However, Rico was wondering just how everything would work.  With Matthew being a virgin, he would have absolutely no idea of what to do.  Rico was getting ahead of himself.  He could think on that if they actually got that far with each other.

Though he would definitely encourage Matthew\'s further education in the matter.

He kissed there again, lighter this time, moving up to nip at the ear, moving the lobe about with his tongue.  Rico himself liked that, so he figured Matthew might at least enjoy it.

But after playing a little bit with than, Rico drew far away enough to speak, lips moving against the ear as he whispered. "Sorry.  Got a little carried away."  He wasn\'t sorry in the least, but still.  Rico was giving Matthew a chance to keep to his regular schedule if he wanted.  It was last call, so to say.

[Existentially Odd]

Well, if he\'d been believing himself cold lard, it faded very quickly at the moment his earlobe was toyed with and he felt he was melting on the very spot.  It was the most erotic thing he\'d ever felt in his life and it went straight through him, sending a bolt of awareness that caused an echoing throb in his groin.  He groaned, the shivers only increasing once warm breath flowed coolly across the recently-moistened flesh, knowing Rico wasn\'t sorry at all and awed by the man\'s skill.

"\'S\'alright," he mumbled, turning his face and nuzzling his way down to the crook of Rico\'s neck and shoulder.  He wriggled his lower half around and along as well, further entwining their legs and inadvertently ending up with his crotch pressed against Rico\'s thigh or knee - he wasn\'t sure which, only that it felt so good he wasn\'t going to move away any time soon, even though they were, by now, practically lying down (and it would have been more comfortable if he\'d committed to that action, but he couldn\'t think beyond his goal; Rico\'s neck).

"You... taste so good," he sighed, pressing his lips at last to the warm smoothness of his partner\'s throat.  At first, he kissed sofly, almost reverently and chastely.  He hadn\'t realised that it would feel so nice and inspiring to return the actions he\'d received, but the moment his lips contacted flesh, his tongue yearned to get involved too... eventually, it snaked out to taste as well.  That, combined with the pressure in all the right places elsewhere, had him kissing and suckling with a lot more ardour than one would expect from someone so inexperienced.

The good thing was that Matthew was able to completely surrender himself to the sensation of kissing and sucking Rico\'s lovely throat; the bad thing was that he was completely untrained and raw enthusiasm had him suckling harder than he should, which would leave bruises as evidence of his lust, if Rico didn\'t stop him.  His hands kneaded the brunette\'s waist and slowly made their way farther around him, up his back, Matthew\'s arm muscles bulging as he pulled Rico as close to his bare chest as their awkward positioning allowed.

[Kysis]

The response was hilarious, Rico having to bite his own lip to keep himself from saying something that might ruin the mood, or laugh.  Laughing at times like this was terrible.  He could remember one time when someone he was with laughed at a joke written on the wall and Rico had gone slack instantaneously.  No laughing allowed.

And then he was being moved.  It was an awkward position they found themselves in, but an interesting one as well.  The lower part of Rico’s tight was pushed against Matthew’s groin, and Rico could feel the start of arousal in effect.  It was quickly obvious that Matthew’s body was not averse to the notion of a male partner, a step in the right direction.  Good.  It wasn’t just Matthew’s lack of experience and want for it that was driving him, it seemed.

Rico leaned his head to the side to give Matthew a better reach at his neck, expecting docile little lamb kissing and getting a lion.  He let out a whimper before he could help himself, the roughness of the sucking at his neck and shoulder (though a tad hindered by his tunic) and the grabbing at his hips and back being the right combination for Rico.  Even as Matthew started sucking hard enough to leave a mark, Rico did not make him lighten up.  The roughness was good.

However, there were a few things which could make this better, to which Rico started moving.  He pulled at his own tunic, lifting it up and off his arms, chest bare, but unable to get it over his head until Matthew moved back from his tasting.  Once his tunic was that high though, Rico lowered himself slowly to the ground, arms touching Matthew’s waist gently to pull him down as well.  Rico kept his leg up just lightly, knowing there would be a rocking friction created between that tight and Matthew’s groin.  It would be more comfortable for both of them, and allow for more exploration.

[Existentially Odd]

Matthew pulled back when Rico started wriggling, half expecting he was being stopped (Rico had previously requested they halt for the night, after all).  When he was presented with an olive chest and gently encouraged to lay down, he was pleasantly surprised and equally as intimidated.  Watching the man lay back so gracefully brought a lump to Matthew\'s throat, for he looked picturesque in the firelight.

Carefully, the blonde followed, coming down so that he was leaning on his left elbow and could hover over Rico, his hips twist forward so that his right leg was over and between Rico\'s.  His groin was pressed more solidly to the Greek\'s hip now and it gave off very pleasant sensations.  Since Rico\'s leg was lifted, he was turned in against Matthew\'s knee and the ingenue understood that that should be equally as good.

He caressed Rico\'s chest lightly for a few moments, watching his hand shape the muscle there, interested in the fact that he had a half-naked body before him that he wanted to touch (he\'d manoeuvred Lam in various states of undress with her injuries and had never felt thusly compelled... which raised a question in his mind he wasn\'t quite ready to acknowledge just yet, so he pushed it away in order o concentrate).  After a couple of minutes, though, his gaze lifted back up to Rico\'s and a whole new impulse struck him; he leaned down and pressed his lips to the brunette\'s, knowing that this time his tongue wanted to be involved but not quite sure how to go about that.

[Kysis]

Rico felt the leg draw in against his own groin, that contact a good start.  Matthew was learning, and quickly.  He was surprised, yet again, and decided that he should stop being shocked, because Matthew was an eager student in these things.  Now he knew what the change had been in Matthew, after that kiss.  It had sparked curiosity.  Rico could feel the intensity of that curiosity in Matthew’s hands, roving his chest now.

For the most part Rico was unscarred, except for a rather large one on his left arm, a remnant of a conflict almost six years prior.  There was hair on his chest, little curls short and close to his skin.  It was obvious Rico made a point of working out.  Of course, it looked like Matthew did too, and Rico liked being able to look up at him, hovering over him, with all of those intimate points of contact.

One of the things Rico really liked was kissing, no matter where the kisses were really laid as long as it was on a body and Rico was either at the giving or receiving end of it.  He was more than a little pleased when Matthew descended, Rico leaning up a little to meet that kiss.  With how much playing Matthew’s tongue had been doing against his shoulder and neck, Rico had an idea, going with the hunch that danced about the back of his mind.  He started rubbing his hands along Matthew’s sides, at the same time operating his mouth and jaw for a kiss.

After a few moments of that usual contact, just to be sure Matthew was still not acclimating to it, Rico allowed his tongue to come forward, sliding over Matthew’s lips to ask for admittance.  He, himself, wanted that deeper kiss, his brain wanting Matthew’s tongue to slide into his mouth, emulating other things.  Rico had some uncertainty still, just a minute part of him wondering how far Matthew wanted to go, since it seemed like the first time he had really done any of this.  So far Matthew was taking leaps and bounds, but that did not mean he wanted to take that leap.

And it would be up to Matthew.  For now Rico was just relishing in the thoughts about Matthew’s tongue and what it would feel like when he finally coaxed it out of hiding.

[Existentially Odd]

Matthew welcomed Rico\'s tongue enthusiastically, folding his lips around the slippery muscle curiously.  It was such a unique and titillating experience, to have something that seemed to have a will and numerous movements all its own, come into his body.  It was intimate and invasive and he was surprised by the fact that he liked it - previously, he\'d often regarded the technique (generally when coming upon his mistress and her lover sprawled up the stairs or pressed against the wall, jaws working earnestly at one in another like dogs gnawing through a rope) as vaguely stomach-turning, but it felt much better than it looked.

That explained why so many people did it, he supposed.  Of course, there wasn\'t a lot of inclination towards supposition right now, he was too engrossed in the sensations.  Rico\'s tongue against the roof of his mouth tickled, and against his teeth felt strange but thrusting against his own tongue... by Talon that was good.  He was slow to meet the questing intruder, but instinct eventually guided his tongue into play and he allowed it to keep governing his movements once there.

Twisting and turning, pressing and playing, their tongues jostled to find newer, more thrilling sensations and positions and Matthew was more than a little aroused by it.  Although he wasn\'t completely aware that he was steadily grinding against Rico\'s hip, he did know that he was hardening and that there was a burning hunger pushing him onward... harder... faster.

He could hear noises but couldn\'t discern if they were from himself or not; little sighs, moans, grunts and gasps for air when one of them surfaced from the kiss long enough to suck a little more of the vital stuff in.  He also felt Rico caressing him (which sent tingles and bumps everywhere across his skin, only feeding that arousal) and was clutching and stroking Rico\'s chest, waist and back in return, but not with any artfulness.  Sheer, overwhelmed desperation was the order of the moment and Matthew was completely lost in the headiness of it, clutching the other man close against him, not being shy about pressing himself downward at the same time.

[Kysis]

It took a lot of work, and a bit more time than he had been anticipating, but he eventually managed to coax the elusive Matthew tongue out to play.  It was an untrained muscle, another bodypart Rico marked as unused until then.  The enthusiasm, which felt like it was melting into lust, slowly but surely, kept him locked in the kiss longer than he thought possible.

Rico continued the motions as he knew they were to be done, tongue massaging and prodding the other tongue in his own rising interest.  He let his hands rove more, rolling down Matthew\'s back, squeezing at the hips but not yet daring to roll over the ass.  As much as he wanted to touch the muscular bottom that had been presented to him that day the cart splashed on Matthew, he decided to concentrate on the kiss.

When his jaw started feeling a little strain, and his tongue was complaining to him about too much at once, Rico slowly retracted the muscle from Matthew, soon after moving their lips away.  He grabbed Matthew\'s tongue in the process with his lips, slowly sliding down it as he moved away until his head was against the floor again, and they were disengaged.

Despite his concentration on the kiss, he had felt Matthew\'s hips, grinding against him, and could feel the reaction being induced.  Rico finally did decide to let his hands roam more, rands moving over the pants to Matthew\'s ass, kneading the muscle there lightly, gazing up at Matthew during the whole process.  No one would be able to wipe the smile off Rico\'s lips at the moment.

[Existentially Odd]

Matthew\'s cheeks were flushed a bright pink, high upon his cheekbones and his chest was heaving from the lack of air and feelings of want.  He watched Rico pull away through lust-glazed blue eyes, wanting to follow with his mouth but understanding that a break was necessary.

Then, of course, a hand cupped his backside and he instinctively bucked against Rico again, embarrassed by how needy he was but too far gone to blush (it wouldn\'t have shown up on his face anyway).  "That feels good," he stated huskily, dropping off his left elbow and stretching his arm out along the carpet so that he could lay his ear upon his bicep.  He kept his gaze glued to Rico\'s, twice as serious for every bit of the smile the Greek man was wearing.

"Everything you do feels good.  I feel like I\'m on fire," he confessed quietly.

[Kysis]

At first he wasn\'t sure if the buck was a good or bad thing, but when he was not asked promptly to not touch him there, Rico knew it was good.  He kept up the slow roving of his hands, up the back, back down.  For a moment he played with the top hem of the pants, fingers sliding along the edge of them without going in.  Rico watched Matthew closely.

There was a slight flush on Rico\'s own face.  Even with the fire dying down, the room was still hot, Matthew on top of him adding to that heat.  It was a good heat though.  Rico had missed the enjoyments of just playing like this.

"Like fire, hmm?"

Matthew put his head in such a perfect position, Rico could not resist.  There was a whole neck and shoulder exposed to him after all.  Wrapping one arm around the small of Matthew\'s back, he just used it as a stabilizer, considering for a moment but allowing his other hand to continue roaming.  For now he nipped at Matthew\'s shoulder, giving soft suckles to the tanned skin.  Rico had always been somewhat gentle, but liked roughness in return.  It was hard to convey without saying it, but hopefully Matthew would realize that, if they continued at it some more.

For some reason he liked speaking against someone\'s skin, murmuring from the place he had chosen on Matthew\'s shoulder. "Me too."

[Existentially Odd]

Matthew groaned, finding that gentleness maddening.  Since they were laying more front to front now, it was easy for him to wrap his own right arm about Rico and reciprocate the touches, but he was nowhere near as gentle.  His fingertips kneaded into the Greek\'s back and waist, clutching and digging as his throat was set alight with sensual attention.  He wasn\'t thinking when his hand lowered, but finding Rico\'s ass in his hand was a relief, as he latched onto it and pulled towards himself, rocking his burning groin against anything and everything he could.

Had he stopped to put cognitive thought into the situation, he would\'ve been ashamed of his behaviours.  He was steadily humping his way towards orgasm and only subconsciously realised that he would have to excuse himself from such play soon, or he wouldn\'t even make it into the privacy of his room before he climaxed... but he was unable to stop the wonderment.  It was too new, too good, too consuming, and he was a willing victim.