just_displaced | Open Post

I'm starting to see how you've never managed to have sex until now. You're making it very complicated.

Are you saying it's... not complicated? Because I honestly don't see how that can be true.

Some people don't really worry so much about being right or what other people are thinking.

They just do what feels good and to hell with everything else.

[Not that Oliver would ever be one of those people. NOPE.]

Okay, so, maybe I should just... stop thinking. Or at least try to stop thinking. Maybe I just need to...

[To go for another kiss, apparently. That's a lot better than thinking.]

[That is certainly better. Oliver is also going to settle his hands on Ginsberg's ass, and see if that helps things along as well.]

[Well, he's not going to complain about being groped. It is, however, going to make him a little squirmy, because of course it is -- but then, Oliver probably also won't be complaining about having a squirmy naked guy in his lap.]

[No, that's hardly something that seems worth complaining about. Hands trails up and down his back, trying this best at soothing him. He certainly seems eager now, but he's also wound tight as anyone can get, which isn't exactly preferable. So he keeps touching him, smoothing hands up and down his torso.]

[He likes this soothing thing, he likes it a lot. Mainly because being touched in general is excellent, but also because Oliver has nice warm hands, and it's relaxing him, somehow. In fact, he's kind of melting into the touch.]

[He really is so easy to read some times that it's adorable. He can feel him relaxing, settling into his arms. Once he's sure Ginsberg is going to bolt at any moment, he pulls back.]

Did you want another drink?

Are you trying to get me drunk?

[There's an intent to say it with a suspicious tone, but it totally doesn't come out that way.]

I'd have to move if I wanted another drink. And I kind of don't want to move.

[Yep, now you're stuck with him on your lap, Oliver.]

[Oh no, he has such a hard life. Having to make do with a lap of squirmy naked guy.]

As funny as seeing you drunk would be, I'm not going to encourage moving either.

[Yep, hands on your butt again.]

[Wow, look, this time he isn't even startled by the hands on his butt. Hey, he could get used to this.]

Okay. Good. Because it's comfortable here.

[Comfortable and also gives him the opportunity to lean in for another kiss. Which is pretty much perfect.]

[He'd like to keep you around, Ginsberg, you're so affectionate. He kisses back, content for now to let the other man set the pace. He may not be this patient forever, but for now it's just fine. Round one took the edge off after all, and left him wanting to take his time.

Although he'd mostly like to avoid any future freak-outs on Ginsberg's side.]

[Future freakouts are just par for the course, when it comes to Ginsberg. There will undoubtedly be more. This, however, isn't the time for them. He sure hopes it's okay to play with Oliver's hair while he's kissing him, because that's what he's doing now. And, yes, of course he's still a little squirmy -- it's almost physically impossible for him to stop moving for longer than a couple seconds.]

[play away, it's not like he can make it look any more unkempt than it already is.]

You know I've got a bedroom, too. If you're interested.

Yeah. I'm interested in your bedroom. I mean, not your bedroom, specifically, but, you know, you and me in your bedroom, and, uh...

[This babbling thing is the worst.]

[Maybe he'll just cut that babbling thing off by lifting Ginsberg right off his lap and depositing him back on the floor.]

Care for the tour, then?

[Aw, not going to carry him? That's probably for the best, really.]

Sure. The tour sounds great.

[Look bro, you may be thin, but he still doesn't feel like a work out today. At least not the weight training kind. He might be looking into some cardio later, we'll see.

Also the tour mostly involves kissing Ginsberg again and manhandling him into the bedroom, walking them back into the bed to push him down onto it. It's a very good tour.]

[Yep, definitely the best tour of a place he's ever had. It really feels like he knows where everything is now. Not that he's complaining -- being pushed onto the bed is just fine by him, even if he lands kind of awkwardly, because of course he does.]

[It's okay. Oliver will just grab you by the ankles and straighten you out.]

You know how ravishable you look right now? It's kind of ridiculous, actually.

I'm, um, not sure. Can you give me a number on a scale of one to ten so that I can conceptualize that better?

[If he were anyone else, you'd think he was joking. He's not.]

Eight? Eight and a half maybe.

[Luckily for him Oliver is equally serious in his reply. He's just going to shuck out of his underwear now and take his time crawling up Ginsberg's body, waggling his eyebrows as he goes. Seduction!]

Okay, I guess that's not too bad. Better than I would have thought. Maybe I'll aim even higher than that next time, and see what happens.

[Oh god, stop with the eyebrows. It's killing him. In the sense that he seriously can't make eye contact without laughing.]

[But he likes it when you laugh. No one said sex had to be serious.

He's going to run his hands up and down Ginsberg's thigh for a little bit, calming him even as he nudges his way in between them.]

Aiming higher is always a good goal.

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