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[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.

[Which is probably good, because he has a hard time taking anything seriously -- except when he really should lighten up. He's just a mess of mixed up responses to things. The one response that he's pretty sure he's managing correctly, though, is the unabashed enjoyment of being touched. Even if he could hide it, he probably wouldn't.]

Well, you know, I've always been a fan of, uh, trying to improve myself. And it'd probably have some benefits for you, too, if I aimed to be more... what was the word? Ravishable? I don't even know if that's a real word.

It can be one. Language evolves.

[Hands coming down to the hips, tracing circles along his sharp hip bones.]

You can be a real little hussy in training.

[He laughs at that comment, then shivers a little once Oliver's fingertips run over his hipbones. Apparently he's sensitive there, who knew?]

Yeah, that's me. That just about sums me up. Watch out world, I'm here to seduce everyone.

You'd be good at it.

[He's going to take his cock in his hand now, just stroking slowly for now.]

I think you're probably saying that because you're trying to seduce me. And it's working, by the way, so, uh, keep up the good work, I guess.

[Or maybe it's just the fact that Oliver's stroking his cock. Yeah, that could have something to do with why the seduction's working. That's probably also why he's whimpering, just a little -- he's easily aroused, it seems.]

I think the seduction tends to happen before you get someone naked with your hand on their penis. I believe at this point you are well and truly seduced.

[But he's going to kiss his neck again for good measure.]

Oh, is that how it works? I've never really been familiar with the various stages of seduction. So if you wanted to talk me into doing something really really weird, though, you'd have to seduce me further, right?

[Ooh, neck kisses. Tilting his head to the side for more of those, yes please.]

More seduction or more alcohol, both are equally effective.

I think we'll stick with the fairly mainstream just for tonight, though.

[He will tweak a nipple when he says that, because he can't play nice all the time.]

Does that mean that alcohol's a subset of seduction?

[Really, these are all very important questions... that're derailed a little by that tweak to his nipple. And just when he was really starting to work all this out in his mind, too. But hey, that felt kind of good. Maybe it's worth the distraction.]

They certainly can both work towards the same goal.

[He'll just drag his mouth down Ginsberg's body, making a path of kisses from his neck to give those nipples a little more attention. The scratch of his beard should make it extra interesting.]

Mmhmm.

[You'd think he'd've given up on the talking, now, but the relationship between how much he babbles and how much he's enjoying himself seems to be inverse -- the better things feel, the more he can't control his mouth.]

Well, sometime you can get me drunk. Maybe. No promises. I don't want to commit to doing something that, mmm... ummm...

[Okay, he may not be stopping the talking, but it's kind of hard to remember words when Oliver's doing that with his mouth.]

[Make any noises you want, he'll just be here.

He does have to pull off eventually, sitting up to reach across them and grab something out of the bedside drawers.]

How're you doing now? More relaxed?

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