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[ York remains on the bed, scooting over just slightly, closer to the center. When North returns, he waits until North is in reach, then grabs at his shirt to bring him down for a kiss. ]

[It takes a bit because he's got to get all the way to the shared bathrooms and get himself cleaned up. So he looks nervous when he comes back into his own room because what if York had changed his mind? And then there it was. York pulling him into a kiss. Yeah, this was a win.]

[ York is fully sure he's willing to do anything North wants to do—and it seems like North's feelings for him are as developed as his own. For this reason, he lets himself sink against the pillow, closing his eyes, enjoying the warmth of North's lips, and one hand on North's side. The other hand goes to the mattress so that York can turn on his side as he sinks down. As long as North responds as York expects, they'll end up lying on the bed together, face-to-face, and able to kiss as much as they wish. ]

[Oh of course he absolutely was happy to lay down with York. But he's going to one up the guy. Who doesn't like another, very fit guy's leg wrapped around their own, holding them close. Don't run. Just let him have this.]

[ York lets out a pleased exhale and wraps his arm around North, kissing him more deeply, more passionately. His tongue traces the inner rim of North's lips, and then he pushes it in further.

It doesn't take too long being in this compromising position before he realizes he's hard. They're close together, but not close enough for North to notice—not without York thrusting his hips in North's direction.

So he does. ]

Mmh?

[ His eyes open, just slightly, to see what North's reaction is. ]

[No, he hadn't noticed, but he'd had his own awkward situation developing. Something he had a feeling wasn't going to be a problem. He groaned and pulled York closer to feel the pressure against his body.

Fuck, it feels so good to know he can get York caught up, and he moans against those lips at the knowledge]

Fffuck.

[ He pulls back just enough to say the word, which comes out as a raspy squeak. He looks North in the eye for just an instant before pressing back in for another kiss, kissing him harder, more insistently, than before. His free hand comes to play with the hair near North's ear. ]

[Well this wouldn't do, because he wants to much more. He reaches for York and shifts the man over so York was straddling him. Yeah, the kiss was great. But it could be more.]

[ York rolls with him, now in a much more advantageous position, and he thrusts his hips down onto North's as they continue to kiss. Whatever is going to happen, it's going to be passionate and probably, probably, happen too fast.

But York can't bring himself to care about that. He releases the kiss to begin sucking and licking at a spot on North's neck, in the hollow beneath his jaw. Meanwhile, his hand comes to North's waistband, and he lets out a small, questioning sound to ask North if he wants more. ]

[Oh yes, far too fast. Or perhaps far too slow in the grand scheme of their interactions. North lifts his chin, trying to give York's lips more places to seek out. Quick lips those, just like the smart fingers that got them through so much and into so much trouble.

Speaking of quick fingers, there they were, trying to get North undressed it seemed.]

I hear there's no better cure for a hangover than all those positive endorphins. Go for it.

[ Ah, good. York's hips raise enough for him to slip his hand into North's sweatpants, and he grasps North's erection. He uses his other hand to lift North's shirt, and moves his bites and licks down to North's belly.

York's normally a very talkative person, but in the clinch like this, he's only interested in touching and kissing and groping. And right now he wants—

Well, there's a reason his mouth keeps moving downward. ]

[Oh god. A hand on him, so warm it feels like the best sort of burning.]

No smart remarks about it? Is this how we get you to be quiet?

[ York chuckles a little and gives a little nip near North's waistband before replying. ]

Sometimes.

[North hissed, his hips jerking up against those teeth. More of those please.]

Oral fixation, huh? I can accept that.

You'd better.

[ He strokes North's cock a few times, then moves his hands to each side of North's waistband to pull down those sweatpants.

And without hesitation, his mouth is on North's cock, drawing it in with a lick. ]

[He started to rock into the attention of York's hand the moment the man began to stroke him. But none of that compared with York's tongue moving against skin. One of his hands moved, anchoring in York's hair to grip him, trying to hold on.]

Seems your smart tongue has a use.

[ York can't respond now, but he can prove North's words true.

This is something he's wished for, dreamed of, and never thought he would get. He lets out a delicious moan as he starts moving his mouth along North's length, pulsing his cock in deeper and deeper. He never thought he would learn what North tastes like. ]

[Oh, he's definitely learning. North is aching from his attention, and his whole body shivers over each movement of his tongue. North groaned, hips jerking up against the attention he was being offered.]

Y-york, hell, this is... This is good.

[ York pulls back just enough to reply: ]

Yes.

[ He's confident in his abilities, always.

An instant later, he has North in his mouth again. ]

Confident pr-

[The sass gets lost in a gasp and North's hips jerking up, his whole body seeking ot be deeper in York's mouth.]

[ He moans around North's cock, reaching down to palm at himself. North's excitement is making him excited. ]

[Would that North were able to get a hand on York, because he'd love to have his hands full. AS it was he shivered under York.]

Keep going, please."

[ He returns his hand to the mattress to give himself better purchase as he bobs his head up and down. As wound up as North seems to be, after a bit, York moves a hand to the base of North's shaft, and he drags his fingertips along North's sack.

He wants North to come, right there in his mouth. He wants to taste North, swallow him down. ]

[Yeah, he's definitely getting close, so close. His free hand found the sheets and clenched at them. This was so much, so very very much.]

You should- fuck. York, you gotta pull off.

[ The fact that he just continues sucking should make his opinion of that idea plain. He presses his fingers lightly into North's balls and massages them a little. ]

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