[ cold, huh? that's a new one - they've gotten progressively better at getting what they want from each other by skirting around the subject and conveying something else. but if wallace is doing it, then steven can do it too. it'll satisfy both of them. ]
...You sound like a spoiled child.
[ it's murmured against his lips as he begins to shift their positions - a hand trails down wallace's thigh to get him to sit upright on the couch, and it's no time before steven is straddling his lap. they're much closer now, and his hands have nowhere else to go but wallace's shoulders - but not before trailing gently up his chest. ]
[ he's never given him chills before - it's just as new and surprising to wallace, himself. a brief smirk quirks the corners of his lips as steven chides him, but fades as he draws closer.
wallace leans against the arm-rest of the chair for support, as steven straddles his lap and draws closer. he's warm and for a moment wallace wishes he could wrap his arms around him and suck all that heat from him. he doesn't - he slides his hands down steven's sides to his hips, resting there as bright blue eyes meet steely grey. ]
Yes.
[ he's always more subdued, when they're like this - teasing, flirty nature gone and replaced with a far more quiet, wallace. ]
[ it's said in a quick hush as he leans in again, resuming their kiss. with their closer proximity and hands on each other, he forgets for a moment that he should be holding back. being in this position sets the stage for what's occupying his imagination, but he still finds himself wondering if what he wants betrays their unspoken agreement.
(it's what he always wonders, but it always ends the same way - uncharted territory being breached.) ]
[ he can tell this is what steven wanted - he isn't sure what he had in mind, but giving him the reins for a moment, and this being what he'd chosen... and the way he so eagerly resumes their kiss. this must have been it.
his nails gently rake against steven's hips, and wallace feels his body waking up under their touches. at an angle like this... it wont be long until they can feel all of each other. it's as nerve-wracking as everything else, and there's always that unspoken worry that he'll just get up and leave. that it'll be too much. but it hasn't happened yet. it never has. ]
[ at this point in their lives, they're both inexperienced and curious - it's natural, and the basis of why they're doing this in the first place. the trust and mutual understanding that they have means that there shouldn't be anything to worry about.
but steven does worry, because there's been more than a few times where he's almost gotten ahead of himself. he feels like he's walking on eggshells when they're together like this; one misstep and he could ruin what they have - he'd scare wallace away, and the thought petrifies him.
his mind wanders as they kiss, and he finds his fingers moving to thread through his short turquoise locks. it's a perfect angle to kiss him at, and he can stay close even when he pulls back. when they do, he doesn't dare leave more than an inch of space between them - his eyes are hooded with a sort of clouded lust, and he considers what he wants to say once more. ]
[ they've both felt that way - when a kiss has gotten too heated. charged looks too tender. touches too soft and loving. one of them trying something new, and that terrifying moment when they aren't sure how the other will react.
steven's hands in his hair soothes him though, and he can't hold back a low moan. his hands snake around steven's neck to hold him close, reveling in the comfortable heat between them both...until steven pulls away. his breath hitches, and he opens hooded eyes to meet steven's, listening and hanging on his every word.
[ that moan sends a shiver down his spine, and it settles right into his core, as it always does when they're together like this. he knows that he probably shouldn't feel something like that with his best friend underneath him... but he pushes that to the back of his mind, again, like always.
his hips have been raised above wallace's until now, but getting that response is what prompts him to do act on that fantasy that he's been contemplating. ]
You probably shouldn't.
[ it's hesitant, but he moves his hips down to roll gently against his. even the slightest bit of friction is enough to make his breath hitch softly, and a spark of pleasure moves through him in the same way that his moan did. ]
[ a soft, low chuckle is his only response, before steven's hips meet his and he sees stars for a moment. his breath hitches along with him, and he gently rakes his nails down steven's clothed back. the friction feels amazing, and he's half-hard when their hips finally clash. embarrassment and nerves are pushed aside, for now, and he leans close to mash their lips together again. ]
[ they're both hard, and he can feel it especially through wallace's leggings when their hips make contact, but he doesn't care. all he knows is that it feels good, and he wants more of it. any semblance of thought begins to melt away in favour of pleasure, and the movement of his hips begins to fall into a tantalizing rhythm.
hitched breaths fall into desperate moans muffled against their lips, and he knows there's no turning back from this. ]
[ its maddening - steven is starting to come undone on top of him and he feels himself getting caught along with him. one hand threads in steven's hair, while the other drifts from his neck to hold his hip, trying to guide him down with every roll and grind. he keeps getting pulled from their kiss for sharp moans and low gasps of pleasure, and its getting harder and harder to sit up with him like this, so wallace leans back against the couch behind them, both his hands shifting to hold steven's thighs as he looks up at him. ]
[ even as they shift in positioning, he doesn't let up for a moment. he's far too enthralled with the man underneath him, and the shared pleasure between them makes it all the better. it's always better when he's with wallace rather than when he touches himself alone.
with their eyes meeting as he dictates every grind against his erection, he can't help but feel a little shy. but it only lasts for a moment, overtaken by the tension building in his core that's become so familiar when they're together. he finds himself falling forward just so; enough that their foreheads touch. ]
Wallace...
[ that's new. they've always had a sort of anonymity between one another when they experiment like this - no names, only moans of pleasure and whispers to keep going when needed. that always made it easy to distance themselves from the acts once they were done, allowing the atmosphere to fall back into friendliness and snark. but moaning his name (and so low, so desperately) shatters that barrier, and it's clear that steven doesn't want anyone else. ]
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[ leaning back like this, he could see all of him - the way his eyes meet his, the way his expression turns slightly shy, and he avoids his gaze just for a second... before meeting his eyes again.
then he falls forward, presses their foreheads together and he murmurs his name in that soft voice, laced with need, with want... his name. it's new, and it makes him shudder. wallace's eyes are wide for a split second before he murmurs steven's name back, before crushing their lips together again.
they'd done it now - but they don't care. wallace rocks his hips upwards to meet steven's grinds, just focuses on how good he feels, how warm, how right this felt... for once. ]
[ it's true for steven as well - for the first time, he's focusing not on the pleasure of the act itself, but the fact that it's wallace that's making him feel so good. somehow, keeping that in mind brings a new angle to their fooling around that makes it feel so much more intimate, so much more real.
he moans into his mouth as they kiss again, unrestricted and borderline carnal. his imagination is wandering again, and the friction makes him wonder what it'd feel like if the cock he was grinding against was inside of him instead, brushing up against that spot that he knew would make him see white...
before he knows it, he can feel himself quickly nearing his edge. their kiss breaks as a result, and the fingers intertwined in his hair grab just a bit harder. he can't seem to get the words out, but the way his breath hitches and the grinding of his hips loses its rhythm are hints in themselves. ]
[ he can tell steven is close - worked himself up with friction and imagination. he liked watching him lose it, like this - he always did. there's something even better about it tonight though... probably knowing that it's him steven's thinking about. not some random pretty rich girl, not even some other guy. just him.
he shudders, moaning as steven's lips leave him, before he can even realize he's done it. steven's hips stutter and he loops his arm around his waist to tug him closer. he wasn't going to lose that friction, not when he had him so close, not when he was so close, not when he'd realized he wanted only steven this close...
he holds the back of steven's neck, breaths stuttering as he continues to roll his hips up against steven's own. another faint murmur of his name slips out before he can even think about it. it just felt... natural, now. ]
[ when they had started out with this, he assumed that thinking of someone else would make it better - one of his maids, a flirty devon intern, someone like that - but as they continued, as he got used to wallace being his partner, he found that just living in the moment made things so much more potent. it was devilishly easy to let himself be consumed by lust when he just focused on the man in front of him.
with wallace holding him like that, meeting his hips so that not a moment goes by without some kind of friction between them, he knows that it's only a matter of time. the murmur of his name is what does it for him, and he comes with a breathy stutter of wallace's name, his eyes shut tight in ecstasy.
it'll take a moment for him to dawn on the fact that he's cummed in his trousers (something he hasn't done since he was a young teenager, for god's sake), but until that happens, he'll be riding out his orgasm and opening his eyes to help wallace reach the same point. ]
[ that stutter of his name makes a shudder wrack through him - he watches steven cum: watches the way his eyes close and his mouth hangs open as he speaks his name. he doesn't stop the roll of his hips, though he slows it some, until steven's come down from his high to pay mind to him again.
that extra attention, and those silver eyes focused on him help him reach that same peak... and he leans forward to gasp high in his throat, pressing his forehead to steven's neck as he cums as well. having been leaning back against the couch he's already slumping - but he all but turns to goo, arms slack around steven's waist as he breathes out carefully, trying to catch his breath. after a few moments, he'll open clear blue eyes to meet steely silver, and he holds his gaze, if steven will hold his. ]
[ their gazes do meet, and they stay locked on each other for what feels like an eternity as they catch their breaths. he swears he can feel his heart trying to beat its way out of his chest, especially when he really focuses on the blue of wallace's eyes. it feels... magical? serene? it's not something he's felt before, so he can't quite place it.
but as the seconds tick by, their routine dawns on him. they'll get up after this, shower seperately, and by tomorrow morning this will all be forgotten. when he thinks about that kind of outcome, his heartbeat turns into an ache.
his eyes gently fall shut again, their foreheads still pressed together as his brows knit in confusion. ]
[ if it weren't for the way steven held his gaze, and if it weren't for the way he seemed so melancholy as he clung close to him... wallace would have panicked. he'd have assumed he meant he didn't want to be near him anymore - and the very thought alone made his stomach turn.
but that wasn't what steven was saying. so he wills the ache away. crushes it down as he wraps his arms around steven, holding him tight to his body.
he's a mess right now - they'd both frotted agaisnt one another until they'd cum, and he was in a pair of leggings of all things... but he doesn't care. he holds steven close and doesn't let him go, words soft and warm in his ear. ]
[ the soft voice in his ear almost has him shiver, but he can't let that happen now. this was serious - he needed to say what he was feeling. this had gone on for long enough, and he's tired.
[ his words take him aback for a moment - enough for his eyes to open in surprise. he was expecting the worst; that wallace would want to continue whatever lie they were fostering because he only saw him as some kind of output.
he doesn't quite know what to say, but he manages to process his words. a bath... would be better than this. ]
...All right.
[ he'll slide off of him to rest on the couch, doing his best to ignore the sticky sensation as he does. he'll definitely need to take all of this off soon, but that feels like the least of his worries. ]
[ he isn't sure what to say, so for now he... brushes his fingers to steven's own. a small show of affection. a small show of something new. he can't meet his eyes, for the moment, but he tries, at least. ]
We've made a mess of one another- in more ways than this, I suppose. [ he promptly squeezes his legs together, a fond little smile on his face as he does. he manages to look at steven now. ]
Come with me if you want, or wait here and gather your thoughts. It's up to you. I want to be rid of these leggings as soon as I can though.
[ and his hand will leave him, so he can get to his feet. he's grateful for the draping nature of his shirt - it covers up the unsightly mess they've made between his legs, at least. ]
[ that's enough to make steven smile as he rubs his eyes with his forefinger and thumb. this is a day he didn't think was going to come so soon.... or at all, really. he'll have to sort out his thoughts and feelings in the short time it'll take for wallace to draw that bath.
he'll watch him leave (while savouring every slight brush of their skin as he moves), but he won't be too far behind. once he can hear the sound of water running, he'll make his way into the bathroom, loosening and unbuttoning his clothes along the way. ]
[ he chuckles softly at steven's words as he moves down the hall to the bathroom. he shucks his leggings off immediately, bending over to fill the tub in just his draping shirt. when steven enters behind him eventually he straightens up, cheeks dusted pink at how... exposed he is.
steven's seen him in far less, but there's something more... intimate, about it all, now...
he offers a shy smile, resting his hands behind his back. he watches steven undressm still in just his own shirt. ]
A free show?
[ playful, slightly flirty... a little bit of normal, to their suddenly complicated relationship. ]
[ he wishes that he could brush this all off as something casual, but that can't be considered the case anymore. it's true that he's seen wallace in less before (and a lot less at that), but something about seeing him now has his attention completely grabbed.
he tries to play it off like he wasn't staring, but the way he shyly averts his eyes betrays it. ]
Only if it's something you'd want to see.
[ the flirting is at least something familiar - was something like that normal? for two friends to be so used to casual comments like that... but maybe they weren't just friends anymore.
there's only one way to find out, and it'll come once he's slipped his suit trousers off and finished sliding his dress shirt off his shoulders. ]
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...You sound like a spoiled child.
[ it's murmured against his lips as he begins to shift their positions - a hand trails down wallace's thigh to get him to sit upright on the couch, and it's no time before steven is straddling his lap. they're much closer now, and his hands have nowhere else to go but wallace's shoulders - but not before trailing gently up his chest. ]
Better?
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wallace leans against the arm-rest of the chair for support, as steven straddles his lap and draws closer. he's warm and for a moment wallace wishes he could wrap his arms around him and suck all that heat from him. he doesn't - he slides his hands down steven's sides to his hips, resting there as bright blue eyes meet steely grey. ]
Yes.
[ he's always more subdued, when they're like this - teasing, flirty nature gone and replaced with a far more quiet, wallace. ]
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[ it's said in a quick hush as he leans in again, resuming their kiss. with their closer proximity and hands on each other, he forgets for a moment that he should be holding back. being in this position sets the stage for what's occupying his imagination, but he still finds himself wondering if what he wants betrays their unspoken agreement.
(it's what he always wonders, but it always ends the same way - uncharted territory being breached.) ]
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his nails gently rake against steven's hips, and wallace feels his body waking up under their touches. at an angle like this... it wont be long until they can feel all of each other. it's as nerve-wracking as everything else, and there's always that unspoken worry that he'll just get up and leave. that it'll be too much. but it hasn't happened yet. it never has. ]
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but steven does worry, because there's been more than a few times where he's almost gotten ahead of himself. he feels like he's walking on eggshells when they're together like this; one misstep and he could ruin what they have - he'd scare wallace away, and the thought petrifies him.
his mind wanders as they kiss, and he finds his fingers moving to thread through his short turquoise locks. it's a perfect angle to kiss him at, and he can stay close even when he pulls back. when they do, he doesn't dare leave more than an inch of space between them - his eyes are hooded with a sort of clouded lust, and he considers what he wants to say once more. ]
Do you trust me?
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steven's hands in his hair soothes him though, and he can't hold back a low moan. his hands snake around steven's neck to hold him close, reveling in the comfortable heat between them both...until steven pulls away. his breath hitches, and he opens hooded eyes to meet steven's, listening and hanging on his every word.
he doesn't even think before he responds. ]
Yes.
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his hips have been raised above wallace's until now, but getting that response is what prompts him to do act on that fantasy that he's been contemplating. ]
You probably shouldn't.
[ it's hesitant, but he moves his hips down to roll gently against his. even the slightest bit of friction is enough to make his breath hitch softly, and a spark of pleasure moves through him in the same way that his moan did. ]
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hitched breaths fall into desperate moans muffled against their lips, and he knows there's no turning back from this. ]
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with their eyes meeting as he dictates every grind against his erection, he can't help but feel a little shy. but it only lasts for a moment, overtaken by the tension building in his core that's become so familiar when they're together. he finds himself falling forward just so; enough that their foreheads touch. ]
Wallace...
[ that's new. they've always had a sort of anonymity between one another when they experiment like this - no names, only moans of pleasure and whispers to keep going when needed. that always made it easy to distance themselves from the acts once they were done, allowing the atmosphere to fall back into friendliness and snark. but moaning his name (and so low, so desperately) shatters that barrier, and it's clear that steven doesn't want anyone else. ]
foe yay...
then he falls forward, presses their foreheads together and he murmurs his name in that soft voice, laced with need, with want... his name. it's new, and it makes him shudder. wallace's eyes are wide for a split second before he murmurs steven's name back, before crushing their lips together again.
they'd done it now - but they don't care. wallace rocks his hips upwards to meet steven's grinds, just focuses on how good he feels, how warm, how right this felt... for once. ]
i'd cry if they hated each other
he moans into his mouth as they kiss again, unrestricted and borderline carnal. his imagination is wandering again, and the friction makes him wonder what it'd feel like if the cock he was grinding against was inside of him instead, brushing up against that spot that he knew would make him see white...
before he knows it, he can feel himself quickly nearing his edge. their kiss breaks as a result, and the fingers intertwined in his hair grab just a bit harder. he can't seem to get the words out, but the way his breath hitches and the grinding of his hips loses its rhythm are hints in themselves. ]
dangles smut over your face
he shudders, moaning as steven's lips leave him, before he can even realize he's done it. steven's hips stutter and he loops his arm around his waist to tug him closer. he wasn't going to lose that friction, not when he had him so close, not when he was so close, not when he'd realized he wanted only steven this close...
he holds the back of steven's neck, breaths stuttering as he continues to roll his hips up against steven's own. another faint murmur of his name slips out before he can even think about it. it just felt... natural, now. ]
HOW DARE YOU
with wallace holding him like that, meeting his hips so that not a moment goes by without some kind of friction between them, he knows that it's only a matter of time. the murmur of his name is what does it for him, and he comes with a breathy stutter of wallace's name, his eyes shut tight in ecstasy.
it'll take a moment for him to dawn on the fact that he's cummed in his trousers (something he hasn't done since he was a young teenager, for god's sake), but until that happens, he'll be riding out his orgasm and opening his eyes to help wallace reach the same point. ]
i miss the smuts
that extra attention, and those silver eyes focused on him help him reach that same peak... and he leans forward to gasp high in his throat, pressing his forehead to steven's neck as he cums as well. having been leaning back against the couch he's already slumping - but he all but turns to goo, arms slack around steven's waist as he breathes out carefully, trying to catch his breath. after a few moments, he'll open clear blue eyes to meet steely silver, and he holds his gaze, if steven will hold his. ]
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but as the seconds tick by, their routine dawns on him. they'll get up after this, shower seperately, and by tomorrow morning this will all be forgotten. when he thinks about that kind of outcome, his heartbeat turns into an ache.
his eyes gently fall shut again, their foreheads still pressed together as his brows knit in confusion. ]
I can't take this anymore.
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but that wasn't what steven was saying. so he wills the ache away. crushes it down as he wraps his arms around steven, holding him tight to his body.
he's a mess right now - they'd both frotted agaisnt one another until they'd cum, and he was in a pair of leggings of all things... but he doesn't care. he holds steven close and doesn't let him go, words soft and warm in his ear. ]
Then let's do something else.
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[ the soft voice in his ear almost has him shiver, but he can't let that happen now. this was serious - he needed to say what he was feeling. this had gone on for long enough, and he's tired.
he wants an answer. ]
I don't want that, Wallace.
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Let's do something else - not this. Anymore. Let's stop... pretending that we don't... feel more for one another.
[ ...and he kind of realizes the situation they're in, and it's a horrible time to confess, he thinks, so... ]
Let me run a bath- for us both. We can sort through things there?
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he doesn't quite know what to say, but he manages to process his words. a bath... would be better than this. ]
...All right.
[ he'll slide off of him to rest on the couch, doing his best to ignore the sticky sensation as he does. he'll definitely need to take all of this off soon, but that feels like the least of his worries. ]
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We've made a mess of one another- in more ways than this, I suppose. [ he promptly squeezes his legs together, a fond little smile on his face as he does. he manages to look at steven now. ]
Come with me if you want, or wait here and gather your thoughts. It's up to you. I want to be rid of these leggings as soon as I can though.
[ and his hand will leave him, so he can get to his feet. he's grateful for the draping nature of his shirt - it covers up the unsightly mess they've made between his legs, at least. ]
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[ that's enough to make steven smile as he rubs his eyes with his forefinger and thumb. this is a day he didn't think was going to come so soon.... or at all, really. he'll have to sort out his thoughts and feelings in the short time it'll take for wallace to draw that bath.
he'll watch him leave (while savouring every slight brush of their skin as he moves), but he won't be too far behind. once he can hear the sound of water running, he'll make his way into the bathroom, loosening and unbuttoning his clothes along the way. ]
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steven's seen him in far less, but there's something more... intimate, about it all, now...
he offers a shy smile, resting his hands behind his back. he watches steven undressm still in just his own shirt. ]
A free show?
[ playful, slightly flirty... a little bit of normal, to their suddenly complicated relationship. ]
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he tries to play it off like he wasn't staring, but the way he shyly averts his eyes betrays it. ]
Only if it's something you'd want to see.
[ the flirting is at least something familiar - was something like that normal? for two friends to be so used to casual comments like that... but maybe they weren't just friends anymore.
there's only one way to find out, and it'll come once he's slipped his suit trousers off and finished sliding his dress shirt off his shoulders. ]
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you know i can't wait for my yaois
bad nata bad
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"why didn't she tag" because you didn't hit post fucking comment
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