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You are correct in that, but I unfortunately miss the company of a few good men.
[ like a certain captain. or members of his squad, for example. it's not quite homesickness but it's there, festering in his mind like a disease. he dislikes it.
[That he's sure of. It occurred to him after saying it that it extends to the captain Angelo protects with his very life. A saddening thought, but really, Jeremiah always was a romantic about these things.]
Understandably.
[Well, all the more reason to assist each other in their goals. A barter for departure from this place is surely worth pursuing. Jeremiah glances over, the turn of conversation abrupt but not unwelcome. His mind hasn't wavered in the path on the way.]
[ and angelo doesn't mind whether someone watches or not -- this is not the first time he's had to trade sex for favours, and the only reason why his skin isn't crawling right now and he's not having nightmares about white, blank sheets is the fact that everything is on equal terms.
but he is not here to dwell on that, and so he waits on jeremiah to decide. ]
[Jeremiah only just stifles his surprised laugh. He'd expected the usual courtesy of asking whose place is closer, but... well, first off, he knows he's a bit traditional, and in looking around he notes it's nicer here than his apartment. He'd be a little embarrassed to offer his regardless. Who knows what Angelo has found for himself, other than unacceptable by his standards.
Someday, he's fairly sure one of these encounters will happen behind closed doors, perhaps even on a bed, but for now?]
... The restrooms would still be more private.
[Jeremiah finishes his drink, the curl of his mouth growing a little sly as he rises to his feet, then offers his hand to Angelo. A standard courtesy, but one he still loves to offer.]
[ angelo has unfortunately way too much experience with men who try to be slick with him and he just notes with amusement that it was offered in the first place. he won't be taking it. being affectionate isn't for acquaintances at all.
maybe if jeremiah levelled up to friendship level 3.
in any case he's not opposed to the restrooms. hopefully they're clean enough? they pass by several couples on the way who were certainly very busy with themselves, angelo tossing his hair to the side more out of annoyance as they get in his way towards the restrooms.
and if there were anybody else in there, he certainly doesn't care; he'll pick the largest stall. ]
[It rolls off him just fine, letting his hand drop, the humor in those eyes soothing the faint tick of disappointment. Even back home some thought it a little excessive, so he doesn't mind it much, following Angelo through the crowd.
Not exactly what he's used to seeing openly in establishes he frequented, either. Well, to each their own. None of this should surprise him, at this point.
Even with the most space, the stall doesn't afford much as he shuts the door and latches it. Just the two of them now, Jeremiah looks him in a little closer, his smile growing slightly, a little more genuine, maybe even tentative. He hadn't reached for his hand before, so he hesitates to reach out again. Instead, he shoots for middle ground, standing close.]
-- hopefully you'll want to do more than just kissing.
[ this kind of touch is fine. they're here for a trade, after all, and it will be fulfilled. angelo initiates the gesture, flipping the seat shut so that he pushes him gently onto it and plant his thighs on either side his waist, flush against his body.
angelo settles his arms over his shoulders, giving him a smile as he leans his forehead against him. he can be soft, certainly. but not right now, not when he's moving his hips and grinding down against jeremiah's crotch nice and slow, letting him feel as much friction and heat against that clothing as he kisses him slow. ]
[Simply a place to start, a place to begin familiarizing himself along the way. Angelo isn't shy in making that happen for them, Jeremiah following his direction and accepting him into his lap, alighting his hands on his hips. He's as sure of what he wants as he'd been so far, as if Jeremiah could expect differently, even in the short time they've known each other. He's still not used to being the older party in situations like this, but he stays mentioning it now. There's no unease, no hesitance to give him pause. Mostly just assumptions on appearances, really.
The warmth draws him in, their mouths fitting together as Angelo makes himself comfortable. It's slight, but Jeremiah presses back up into that weight, hips pushed upwards to feel him out. Just a tease, the slow drag of lips on lips still capturing most of his attention. One hand slides further up his back, and Jeremiah only parts his lips enough to find better purchase, but doesn't deepen it yet.]
[ he kisses him the way he expects a man like him to do so. soft and genial, and angelo doesn't doubt that if he lets him, he'd be even more affectionate than he already is right now. it is not unpleasant. he treats him accordingly; angelo lets his eyes flutter shut as he gets lost in the soft press of lips against his own, enjoying the way his hand feels warm down his back. his hips are responsive against that weight pressed up against him; angelo responds in kind.
angelo moves opposite of how he acts. for someone too blunt and too abrasive, at times, as he is, he is gentle and seductive in ways he normally isn't. too much experience with men (mostly men, always men) who have wanted him in different beds and in unpleasant ways means that he can adjust, quite well, where the need is for him to fulfill. he enjoys it, at least. he's not going to make it as much of a chore even if this has all the hallmarks of a transaction written in it. ]
[It's still faster than he's used to. The rush tells him that's not a bad thing, doesn't feel like one. For their lack of familiarity, for the minutes or even hours spent talking before getting here, Angelo reaches right out and makes himself comfortable meeting him where he is, opening right up to him. Jeremiah can't help how naturally it comes, how he wants to reach back in kind.
The one hand slides just a little lower, thumb sitting at the crease where Angelo's thigh meets his hip. It's comfortable where he's at, fitted together to feel each other out with slow persistence. It's his lips that part a little further, asking admittance to his mouth with a curious press of his tongue, wanting to see more.]
[ he'll allow it. just as angelo allows him to explore his mouth, softer than it has any right to be, cruel as it can be often. angelo is still made of human parts which can form a seductive unit where needed. not dominating his mouth, when he can easily do it, but allowing jeremiah as much as he would wish to taste of him, soft sighs against his mouth as he parts his lips for him.
his hands are tantalizing on his thigh, warm against skin. this uniform is quickly becoming a hazard, and yet it's the one for his card that he'll fill out. angelo, fastidious as he is, tries to put that discomfort aside in favour of a greater purpose. he may not be the blond he wants, but jeremiah is handsome in his way; he can accept that. ]
[There's no hurry in the other man's movements, so Jeremiah kisses just as slow as before. It gives him time to really luxuriate in the feeling, slipping his tongue in but not pushing for control either. For all his propriety, Jeremiah isn't shy to map him out with that touch, sinking a little deeper.
Both hands gravitate to the curve of his hips, holding him in place as Jeremiah shifts, trying to find better purchase. His own slacks don't offer the same access, not tailored the same way Angelo's are, lord, so he has to improvise. Seems easy enough to sink his weight a little lower, canting his hips forward to press more firmly. Jeremiah hums into his mouth a little, spreading his legs a little further-
And swiftly bangs his knee right into the stall partition, hard enough that he jumps, more startled than in pain. Jeremiah breaks the kiss, of course, peering to the side to glare at the wall briefly, breathing a little hard but red from embarrassment, not exertion. So smooth.
Still, Jeremiah persists in trying to adjust, instead... bumping his toe against the section next to the stall door, having run out of room to stretch. Hm.]
... is it too late to recast my vote? Your card had "confinement," correct?
[ go ahead and be bold. angelo kisses his cheek, his mouth, a hand generously rubbing the spot where he'd banged his knee on the partition. the perils of being tall, which angelo never has to contend with being as petite as he is. sometimes, there are perks to being himself. ]
[Jeremiah sighs softly as he isn't relinquished from Angelo's attentions, angling back in to resume where he was for just a moment longer. The temptation is too sweet, Angelo's lips too soft. His knee barely even hurts, but the touch of his hand isn't unwelcome in the least, considerate as he is.
He breaks away again, fixing him with some consideration. Jeremiah's eyes flick from his pale lashes, back down the lines of his jacket.]
Stay here for now.
[After all, he likes the weight of the younger man in his lap, held fast in his grip, still pressed tight together. His hips haven't completely stilled, the tease too tempting to give up. Maybe he's not such a gentleman after all. He can forgive himself, though, his hands moving finally to tug at the hem of his jacket, fingers tracing to the bottom-most closure to work it open.]
This, however, doesn't need to stay done up anymore.
Don't be too rough on my uniform. I might get upset.
[ he might, he definitely will. other than the fact that he's incredibly proud to wear it, he's also got barely any sets of clothing to replace it with.
and while his hands are busy with his uniform, angelo leans to kiss jeremiah on the side of his jaw, trailing his mouth hot against his skin down the column of his neck, where he sucks and bites a particular bruise into existence, humming as he agitates the skin with his teeth. ]
[His hands are nothing if not careful, a little unfamiliar on the first button but working his way up a little quicker on the next, the one after. It's hard to see much, his touch impaired by gloves, but the jacket starts coming open without too much struggle.
Jeremiah's not inclined to pull away to compromise, tipping his chin to allow for Angelo to reach where he pleases. The sting of his mouth just draws another noise from him, the barest of flinches tensing his neck before easing back into it. As he stretches, it wouldn't be hard to see it's not the first of such marks he's received lately, slightly faded but peeking out from the collar of his vest. Clearly it's a hardship he'd endured, one he'd endure more of.
The last buttons are a little trickier with so little space between them, but he's persistent, the backs of his knuckles brushing over piping, heavy fabric. Under his collar the closures are tucked away, but the hooks come undone the same as the rest. Jeremiah wastes little time in reaching in, his hands finding Angelo's sides, the dip of his waist through one less layer of clothing.]
[ he likes a man who doesn't make too much of a fuss about the fact that he enjoys sex. sometimes angelo is content letting someone else take charge for once. outside of his stiff uniform, form-fitting and gorgeous, angelo is toned as he is petite. it was not the body of a pampered boy. angelo prides himself in being a lot of things for his captain, after all.
and jeremiah is rewarded with the rather sinful way he leans against his body and bears his weight down his crotch, slowly grinding against his dick against that fabric. angelo enjoys it, giving slight, soft moans as he feels himself turn warm. he settles for sucking and kissing over his shoulders as he pulls down his shirt to reveal his torso to him, not really bothering with the rest -- only so he can relish his warmth as he pulls back to resume kissing him on his mouth, while moving his hips with such purpose over his lap intending to enjoy his dick through his pants. ]
[It's a relief to get the layers open, if not off. It's all Jeremiah's terribly concerned with, getting a better look down the line of Angelo's body. Unsurprising for an active combatant, nor just because he's got a pretty face. Jeremiah doesn't hesitate to palm over his sides slowly, as unmistakably firm as he'd been through his clothes.
Off come his gloves, stashed into his pocket before Jeremiah's hands find their way back to meet bare skin to skin. It's a nice contrast between them, what little he sees of it, though their lips meet before too much longer and his view disappears. His skin smarts a little where Angelo's been, slick from his mouth and cooling in the air, his breath a little rougher through his nose.
His kiss opens up quicker this time, done with modesty with the thrum of pleasure gathering in earnest between his legs. Angelo moves with purpose and ease that's actually a little stunning, soothing him even trapped under fabric. He's not of the mind to make it stop, though with nothing else left to tug open, one hand does slide back down. His fingertips settle right above the waist of Angelo's pants, just brushing the fabric in consideration.]
[ he feels like too much of jeremiah is treating him so gently under his hands either because he's too pretty or that's just how he is, as a man, and angelo wants to laugh but won't.
his hands are generous on his crotch, leaning against jeremiah's shoulder as he traces the outline of his dick against the fabric, his hand skillful as he kisses him while his hips move over his thighs. angelo raises a hand to brush a thumb on the side of his neck, across jeremiah's many other bruises, and grins. ]
Don't be too generous in letting wild animals bite you.
[His touch draws his next inhale in sharp, heat working up his spine. It's almost startling how bold those hands are, yet to find their way anywhere unwelcome but belying more than simple comfort with doing so. There's a dominance in it, not one that simply takes but one that urges him, coaxes him in turn.]
Maybe I'm just enjoying myself.
[Those kisses keep bringing him back, though he doesn't stay for long, panting softly as his eyes keep being drawn downwards. Jeremiah doesn't miss the like bulge in Angelo's pants, a couple fingers hooking in his waistband. That other hand slides upwards, dragging up his torso to squeeze his chest, thumbing over his nipple when he reaches it.]
I'm not afraid of the collateral. [He's not looking Angelo in the eye, his own gaze unfocused as his fingertips stray to the closure of his pants. There's still a moment's pause before he starts undoing it.] It's nothing I haven't been able to handle so far.
How greedy you are. Certainly that facade of yours hides it well enough.
[ goodness. then again, he's a pilot too; angelo understands that hunger plainly. he lets jeremiah touch, him, to undo his pants, to touch him; and then angelo moves away, if only so he can kneel between his legs.
being as kind and nice as he is, he replaces the pressure of his hands on his crotch with his mouth, tounging the fabric as he looks up at him and pulls his trousers down. ]
[The flush of warmth is almost reflexive in its guilt. Jeremiah doesn't look guilty at all about it, smiling through his heavier breaths.]
There's a time and a place for everything.
[The time and place has been right a lot lately, though. It's fair, in spite of his sensibilities, because he knows a pressure cooker when he sees one. There really does seem little else to do but busy themselves with each other, given every excuse, every pretense, every influencing factor. Every motive. Angelo hasn't been shy to take hold of that either, he's noted.
Jeremiah only gets a short while to feel him in turn, hand dipping in his opened trousers to stroke over his cock through his underwear. He's leisurely and deliberate as with so much else, reaching to cup him in full. Then the other man slips away just as easily, and while Jeremiah watches him with some longing, he doesn't do a thing to stop him. He looks too damn good where he settles, still meeting his eyes as daring as anything, pink tongue pressed to the swell under his zipper.]
When you know the kind of man you want to be, are, whatever passes as bold to others is just a matter of honesty.
[ with the right partner, as with anything, angelo enjoys sex. given a goal, however, angelo is less prudish about it like he normally would. he has control; his partner treats him well; this was not like the situation in globe and this helps in settling his mood before he even got to kneeling in front of him.
jeremiah is attractive, but he's the wrong type. that's alright, because his imagination is plenty helpful enough, anyway. angelo is careful as he unzips him, as he pulls down his trousers to reveal more of his cock and down halfway his thighs. he's generous with how he lavishes attention to his cock as wets the fabric with his warm mouth and sucks against its stiff arc, soft and slow. ]
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I haven't met anyone from my fleet and it better stay that way. We are understaffed.
[ spoken with the airs of a man who has had to run too many things at once because of such understaffing. ]
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[Jeremiah leans back a little, contemplating his almost-empty glass, Angelo's already finished.]
It's good then that you're unaccompanied. Besides, the fewer people trapped here, the better.
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[ like a certain captain. or members of his squad, for example. it's not quite homesickness but it's there, festering in his mind like a disease. he dislikes it.
angelo toys with the rim of his empty glass. ]
We have talked long enough.
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Understandably.
[Well, all the more reason to assist each other in their goals. A barter for departure from this place is surely worth pursuing. Jeremiah glances over, the turn of conversation abrupt but not unwelcome. His mind hasn't wavered in the path on the way.]
Where shall we excuse ourselves to?
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A booth, or the restrooms. Take your pick.
[ and angelo doesn't mind whether someone watches or not -- this is not the first time he's had to trade sex for favours, and the only reason why his skin isn't crawling right now and he's not having nightmares about white, blank sheets is the fact that everything is on equal terms.
but he is not here to dwell on that, and so he waits on jeremiah to decide. ]
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Someday, he's fairly sure one of these encounters will happen behind closed doors, perhaps even on a bed, but for now?]
... The restrooms would still be more private.
[Jeremiah finishes his drink, the curl of his mouth growing a little sly as he rises to his feet, then offers his hand to Angelo. A standard courtesy, but one he still loves to offer.]
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maybe if jeremiah levelled up to friendship level 3.
in any case he's not opposed to the restrooms. hopefully they're clean enough? they pass by several couples on the way who were certainly very busy with themselves, angelo tossing his hair to the side more out of annoyance as they get in his way towards the restrooms.
and if there were anybody else in there, he certainly doesn't care; he'll pick the largest stall. ]
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Not exactly what he's used to seeing openly in establishes he frequented, either. Well, to each their own. None of this should surprise him, at this point.
Even with the most space, the stall doesn't afford much as he shuts the door and latches it. Just the two of them now, Jeremiah looks him in a little closer, his smile growing slightly, a little more genuine, maybe even tentative. He hadn't reached for his hand before, so he hesitates to reach out again. Instead, he shoots for middle ground, standing close.]
May I kiss you?
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[ this kind of touch is fine. they're here for a trade, after all, and it will be fulfilled. angelo initiates the gesture, flipping the seat shut so that he pushes him gently onto it and plant his thighs on either side his waist, flush against his body.
angelo settles his arms over his shoulders, giving him a smile as he leans his forehead against him. he can be soft, certainly. but not right now, not when he's moving his hips and grinding down against jeremiah's crotch nice and slow, letting him feel as much friction and heat against that clothing as he kisses him slow. ]
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[Simply a place to start, a place to begin familiarizing himself along the way. Angelo isn't shy in making that happen for them, Jeremiah following his direction and accepting him into his lap, alighting his hands on his hips. He's as sure of what he wants as he'd been so far, as if Jeremiah could expect differently, even in the short time they've known each other. He's still not used to being the older party in situations like this, but he stays mentioning it now. There's no unease, no hesitance to give him pause. Mostly just assumptions on appearances, really.
The warmth draws him in, their mouths fitting together as Angelo makes himself comfortable. It's slight, but Jeremiah presses back up into that weight, hips pushed upwards to feel him out. Just a tease, the slow drag of lips on lips still capturing most of his attention. One hand slides further up his back, and Jeremiah only parts his lips enough to find better purchase, but doesn't deepen it yet.]
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angelo moves opposite of how he acts. for someone too blunt and too abrasive, at times, as he is, he is gentle and seductive in ways he normally isn't. too much experience with men (mostly men, always men) who have wanted him in different beds and in unpleasant ways means that he can adjust, quite well, where the need is for him to fulfill. he enjoys it, at least. he's not going to make it as much of a chore even if this has all the hallmarks of a transaction written in it. ]
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The one hand slides just a little lower, thumb sitting at the crease where Angelo's thigh meets his hip. It's comfortable where he's at, fitted together to feel each other out with slow persistence. It's his lips that part a little further, asking admittance to his mouth with a curious press of his tongue, wanting to see more.]
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his hands are tantalizing on his thigh, warm against skin. this uniform is quickly becoming a hazard, and yet it's the one for his card that he'll fill out. angelo, fastidious as he is, tries to put that discomfort aside in favour of a greater purpose. he may not be the blond he wants, but jeremiah is handsome in his way; he can accept that. ]
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Both hands gravitate to the curve of his hips, holding him in place as Jeremiah shifts, trying to find better purchase. His own slacks don't offer the same access, not tailored the same way Angelo's are, lord, so he has to improvise. Seems easy enough to sink his weight a little lower, canting his hips forward to press more firmly. Jeremiah hums into his mouth a little, spreading his legs a little further-
And swiftly bangs his knee right into the stall partition, hard enough that he jumps, more startled than in pain. Jeremiah breaks the kiss, of course, peering to the side to glare at the wall briefly, breathing a little hard but red from embarrassment, not exertion. So smooth.
Still, Jeremiah persists in trying to adjust, instead... bumping his toe against the section next to the stall door, having run out of room to stretch. Hm.]
... is it too late to recast my vote? Your card had "confinement," correct?
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[ go ahead and be bold. angelo kisses his cheek, his mouth, a hand generously rubbing the spot where he'd banged his knee on the partition. the perils of being tall, which angelo never has to contend with being as petite as he is. sometimes, there are perks to being himself. ]
Tell me how you want it.
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He breaks away again, fixing him with some consideration. Jeremiah's eyes flick from his pale lashes, back down the lines of his jacket.]
Stay here for now.
[After all, he likes the weight of the younger man in his lap, held fast in his grip, still pressed tight together. His hips haven't completely stilled, the tease too tempting to give up. Maybe he's not such a gentleman after all. He can forgive himself, though, his hands moving finally to tug at the hem of his jacket, fingers tracing to the bottom-most closure to work it open.]
This, however, doesn't need to stay done up anymore.
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Don't be too rough on my uniform. I might get upset.
[ he might, he definitely will. other than the fact that he's incredibly proud to wear it, he's also got barely any sets of clothing to replace it with.
and while his hands are busy with his uniform, angelo leans to kiss jeremiah on the side of his jaw, trailing his mouth hot against his skin down the column of his neck, where he sucks and bites a particular bruise into existence, humming as he agitates the skin with his teeth. ]
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[His hands are nothing if not careful, a little unfamiliar on the first button but working his way up a little quicker on the next, the one after. It's hard to see much, his touch impaired by gloves, but the jacket starts coming open without too much struggle.
Jeremiah's not inclined to pull away to compromise, tipping his chin to allow for Angelo to reach where he pleases. The sting of his mouth just draws another noise from him, the barest of flinches tensing his neck before easing back into it. As he stretches, it wouldn't be hard to see it's not the first of such marks he's received lately, slightly faded but peeking out from the collar of his vest. Clearly it's a hardship he'd endured, one he'd endure more of.
The last buttons are a little trickier with so little space between them, but he's persistent, the backs of his knuckles brushing over piping, heavy fabric. Under his collar the closures are tucked away, but the hooks come undone the same as the rest. Jeremiah wastes little time in reaching in, his hands finding Angelo's sides, the dip of his waist through one less layer of clothing.]
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and jeremiah is rewarded with the rather sinful way he leans against his body and bears his weight down his crotch, slowly grinding against his dick against that fabric. angelo enjoys it, giving slight, soft moans as he feels himself turn warm. he settles for sucking and kissing over his shoulders as he pulls down his shirt to reveal his torso to him, not really bothering with the rest -- only so he can relish his warmth as he pulls back to resume kissing him on his mouth, while moving his hips with such purpose over his lap intending to enjoy his dick through his pants. ]
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Off come his gloves, stashed into his pocket before Jeremiah's hands find their way back to meet bare skin to skin. It's a nice contrast between them, what little he sees of it, though their lips meet before too much longer and his view disappears. His skin smarts a little where Angelo's been, slick from his mouth and cooling in the air, his breath a little rougher through his nose.
His kiss opens up quicker this time, done with modesty with the thrum of pleasure gathering in earnest between his legs. Angelo moves with purpose and ease that's actually a little stunning, soothing him even trapped under fabric. He's not of the mind to make it stop, though with nothing else left to tug open, one hand does slide back down. His fingertips settle right above the waist of Angelo's pants, just brushing the fabric in consideration.]
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[ he feels like too much of jeremiah is treating him so gently under his hands either because he's too pretty or that's just how he is, as a man, and angelo wants to laugh but won't.
his hands are generous on his crotch, leaning against jeremiah's shoulder as he traces the outline of his dick against the fabric, his hand skillful as he kisses him while his hips move over his thighs. angelo raises a hand to brush a thumb on the side of his neck, across jeremiah's many other bruises, and grins. ]
Don't be too generous in letting wild animals bite you.
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Maybe I'm just enjoying myself.
[Those kisses keep bringing him back, though he doesn't stay for long, panting softly as his eyes keep being drawn downwards. Jeremiah doesn't miss the like bulge in Angelo's pants, a couple fingers hooking in his waistband. That other hand slides upwards, dragging up his torso to squeeze his chest, thumbing over his nipple when he reaches it.]
I'm not afraid of the collateral. [He's not looking Angelo in the eye, his own gaze unfocused as his fingertips stray to the closure of his pants. There's still a moment's pause before he starts undoing it.] It's nothing I haven't been able to handle so far.
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[ goodness. then again, he's a pilot too; angelo understands that hunger plainly. he lets jeremiah touch, him, to undo his pants, to touch him; and then angelo moves away, if only so he can kneel between his legs.
being as kind and nice as he is, he replaces the pressure of his hands on his crotch with his mouth, tounging the fabric as he looks up at him and pulls his trousers down. ]
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There's a time and a place for everything.
[The time and place has been right a lot lately, though. It's fair, in spite of his sensibilities, because he knows a pressure cooker when he sees one. There really does seem little else to do but busy themselves with each other, given every excuse, every pretense, every influencing factor. Every motive. Angelo hasn't been shy to take hold of that either, he's noted.
Jeremiah only gets a short while to feel him in turn, hand dipping in his opened trousers to stroke over his cock through his underwear. He's leisurely and deliberate as with so much else, reaching to cup him in full. Then the other man slips away just as easily, and while Jeremiah watches him with some longing, he doesn't do a thing to stop him. He looks too damn good where he settles, still meeting his eyes as daring as anything, pink tongue pressed to the swell under his zipper.]
You're rather bold yourself, Angelo.
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[ with the right partner, as with anything, angelo enjoys sex. given a goal, however, angelo is less prudish about it like he normally would. he has control; his partner treats him well; this was not like the situation in globe and this helps in settling his mood before he even got to kneeling in front of him.
jeremiah is attractive, but he's the wrong type. that's alright, because his imagination is plenty helpful enough, anyway. angelo is careful as he unzips him, as he pulls down his trousers to reveal more of his cock and down halfway his thighs. he's generous with how he lavishes attention to his cock as wets the fabric with his warm mouth and sucks against its stiff arc, soft and slow. ]
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