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[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?

.... we haven't even started.

[ 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.

[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.

I'm fine with that.

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. ]

I wouldn't dare.

[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.]

You can be more aggressive, you know.

[ 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.]

You're rather bold yourself, Angelo.

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. ]

[He's going to have a mess to dry off before he makes it out of here, but Jeremiah doesn't stop it, the sensuous drag of pleasure with just the slight burn of fabric between them drawing a twitch under that tongue. No helping it; he makes such a nice picture like this, as if the tease wasn't already so sweet. Jeremiah's firmed up by now, and while he's drawn by the thought of feeling those lips on his skin, the heat of his mouth, he'll remain patient.]

I prefer it, really. [Spreading his legs a little further, Jeremiah's mindful to simply rest his knee on the partition, offering his hips up. His hands itch to do more, but he won't for now. The younger man can take the reins and Jeremiah will follow.] Knowing precisely what someone wants.

[Huffing slightly through his words, he's still gazing down but feeling his patience fraying anyway. He loves the drag of that mouth, waiting with bated breath, but the longer he watches it the harsher his breathing gets.]

Mmh, don't stay down there too long.

Don't get too excited, then.

[ an unfair comment when angelo is doing his best to make it difficult for him not to be excited.

angelo pulls down his underwear and mercifully starts sucking his cock. he's good at it, unfortunately. angelo is generous with his mouth toying with the head of his cock as he strokes the base, and can take it nice and deep down his throat before pulling back with an obscene sound as he takes it out of his mouth, laps up the slit and returns to sucking him off, bobbing his head back and forth as his eyes look up at him intensely. ]

[Absolutely unfair, but it's a challenge he'll rise to. He always will.

Any smirk he could throw Angelo's way gets wiped off fairly fast when he's fully bared and pulled into that mouth. A sigh punches right out of him, the feeling sweet and heady. He's skilled, as skilled as anything else he's done but far more intense. Who knows how he does this, how he so easily envelops so much of his length, pulls right back up without a flinch, that look in those vivid eyes completely unbroken.]

That's a tall order. [His voice already has that strain to it, not touched for long but worked up enough to sound it. Jeremiah gives in to an urge finally, reaching out with his left to sink his fingers in Angelo's hair, brushing that lock back out of his face as he leans down. He wants a feel of those pale, silky locks, but the unobstructed view is just as good.] Lord.

[ he likes being praised. he is dutiful, in the way that he sucks him off; at least he does it slowly, so jeremiah doesn't just lose it then and there. but angelo keeps his legs spread apart with his hands and moans softly as he hollows his cheeks around his length; he likes taking it, enjoys the soft sounds that jeremiah provides in his pleasure.

it's good that he's rising to the challenge. he likes how stiff and heavy he feels in his mouth, and if he praises him he rewards him with the way he takes him in deep to the back of his throat, before pulling halfway out and letting his tongue lave the underside of the head of his cock. ]

[It's fortunate no one has come in the bathroom in a while, because Jeremiah's not thinking about being quiet, groaning softly in open appreciation. He's fixed on those lips for now, even paler against the flushed skin of his cock, heat growing at his core. The slower drag of his mouth is heavenly, letting Jeremiah feel him in full, sinking deep without resistance.

This place has certainly spoiled him already. He still can't understand it, just how well someone like Angelo moves on him, almost like he's pleasuring himself as much as pleasuring someone else. He all but hisses out a sigh, fingers dragging slightly, carefully through his hair, stroking it appreciatively.]

Beautiful. [The murmur just falls right past his lips. He might get that a lot, but Jeremiah isn't taking it back, cheeks flushed in pleasure and at his own impulses. At least it's honest.]

[ he'll take it. he doesn't deny him; he is beautiful and he is right to notice it. angelo enjoys the way he makes him moan, and even if there were people coming in to the restroom he wouldn't have cared. he's just going to make him even louder with the way he takes in his cock in his mouth, the way he digs in his nails on the side of his thighs eagerly. he enjoys the act of giving it as much as klavier enjoys it from him; he can't deny that he's hard, too, that bulge in his trousers making it even more difficult to kneel on the tiles.

and he would complain, later on, how this stupid place has sullied his uniform, but for now he's content to suck him off like there is nothing and no-one else taking his attention right now.

angelo gives him some reprieve otherwise, dragging his tongue along the side of his cock after taking it out of his mouth. ]

.... do you want to come in my mouth? Or should I hold off?

[ and as he waits for his answer, angelo mouths kisses all over his length, tracing the vein with his tongue, lapping up the head and sucking on it as he stares up at him from where he kneels. ]

[His breath ticks up a little sharper, groaning in the back of his throat from Angelo's efforts, the bite of nails a pleasant burn digging into him. Jeremiah starts rocking forward only slightly, just to drag that little extra friction out of it, rather than to push any deeper than he is. He may take it perfectly well, and it would be so easy for him to lose it like this, but there's other things he wants.

Jeremiah's words come out in slight huffs as he answers, still transfixed on that pretty, unabashed face. His own must betray all the options he has to consider, some more feasible than others. There isn't the space he likes to spread him out, nor the patience to do it here.]

Let me use my mouth, too. [He may only brush the outside of Angelo's thigh with his calf, but he's looking between his legs, then his face again.] Just for a while.

Go ahead.

I'm all up for you doing the work.

[ he torments his cock one last time before taking it out of his mouth with such an obscene sound, tasting pre-come on his tongue before rising and settling on his lap again. his face, lightly tinged red, looks at him with a mischievous look. pretty, certainly, and right now all too willing to be directed, to see how jeremiah would like him. ]

[He barely tamps down his shiver, eye narrowing a little as his smile curls back onto his lips. It really is impressive to him that a man with his bearing can turn on this sort of energy. It draws it right out of Jeremiah in turn. Doing the work sounds more like a privilege right now than anything.]

Happily.

[Jeremiah doesn't resist the urge to lay a kiss to his cheek, trailing the short distance to his mouth. It isn't deep contact, not to simply taste himself, although he does regardless. He's just not flinching about it, not here and not now. His hands run up his thighs, squeezing before nudging him back to his feet, then planting a hand low on his bared stomach, walks him back so he's leaning against the latched stall door. Even in the biggest one, Jeremiah only has to scoot forward on his seat and lean in to get himself close and level with Angelo's crotch.

With nothing to stop him, Jeremiah tugs his pants down further, just enough to nose at the fabric of his underwear a little, lips brushing over his stiffening cock. It's not a tease that lasts very long before he's tugging those down too, licking his hand to wet it before wrapping around his exposed cock, working him a little first.]

[ angelo lets him be guided, curious as to how jeremiah wants him, and finds that he likes, very much, the look of him working him up with his hand. it feels nice, too. angelo is more used to taking control, so having to endure this kind of contact has his face tinged a nice red, watching him take obvious pleasure in doing so.

he shudders under his touch, feeling it too keenly around his stiff cock. angelo bites his lower lip as he continues, breathing slowly and hissing as he thumbs over the head of his cock. ]

Ah .... good. [ ever the tsundere, he just spits out, ] I don't mind that at all.

I certainly hope not.

[Jeremiah's not deterred, not with the way he purrs it out. Angelo's certainly a curious one, different facets to his bearing at the situation changes. It leaves him guessing, eager to see what else lurks behind that disarmingly beautiful face.

And while he's no professional, past or present, his coaxing strokes are easy, a little luxurious. He's on the money; Jeremiah's definitely enjoying the feeling of velvety skin and firmness in his palm, though he doesn't indulge it for too long. Bowing down, he licks broad and heavy to feel him out at first, then sinks his lips over the head. Jeremiah only pulls the first few inches in, but he's attentive, working him up a bit.

He's already liking the flush to his skin a lot, so if he can push the limits of his composure, even better.]

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