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This is Ginzo's open post. Anything goes.

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[loveandlanguish]

You'd be good at it.

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

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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.]

[loveandlanguish]

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.]

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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.]

[loveandlanguish]

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.]

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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.]

[loveandlanguish]

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.]

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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.]

[loveandlanguish]

[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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Yeah, I feel pretty relaxed. I think. Is that a trick question?

[Despite the talkativeness, he actually is pretty relaxed. It'd be hard not to be, what with all of that delightful beardiness and kissing.]

[loveandlanguish]

Why would it be a trick question.

[He's pressing his thighs a little further apart now, settling in between the open V of his legs. Hands still on his hips, lifting and adjusting until he's right where he wants him.]

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You just seem like the kind of person that would ask a lot of trick questions.

[That doesn't seem to bother him, though, since he's letting himself be adjusted and moved around without really knowing what's going to happen next.]

[loveandlanguish]

I have no idea what would give you that impression.

[DAMMIT he's been found out.

In retaliation, he'll just open the bottle of lube, slicking up two fingers.]

I won't bother asking this time, then. Since it's probably a trick.

[One hand under his thigh, he hikes his leg up a little for a better angle and starts just circling his entrance gently.]

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I think it's probably the beard. That makes you look kind of suspicious. In a good way.

[Well, okay, he's not sure how he's supposed to respond to that feeling -- except starting to giggle definitely seems like a good choice. He's not sure he could stop himself from laughing, actually. It doesn't feel bad, not at all, it's just weird and different. But then again, he's always been a fan of weird and different. He hopes the giggling doesn't make Oliver stop.]

[loveandlanguish]

[Luckily for him, Oliver finds the giggling utterly charming. He grins in return.]

I want you to tell me exactly how this feels as I'm doing it.

[starting with just one finger first, not moving around too much yet.]

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[A chance to talk? He'll take that anytime he can get it.]

Um, okay... it's kind of weird. Not bad weird, just kind of weird. It doesn't hurt, or anything, which I kind of thought it would. And it seems like it could probably, you know, evolve into good weird. I don't know if I used 'weird' enough in that explanation, maybe I should say it a couple more times just for the hell of it.

[loveandlanguish]

Yes, maybe. I'm not sure if I was clear enough about it feeling weird.

[He's going to move the finger around gently for a while before adding a second, waiting to see what reaction that gets.]

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Still weird. But maybe more the good kind of weird. I think.

[From the way he's kind of tilting his hips towards Oliver, "good weird" seems like a likely bet.]

[loveandlanguish]

Let me know when it starts moving more towards the 'good' side.

[Oliver is just going to take his time, moving his fingers inside him. His free hand reaches for his cock again, just giving it a few careful strokes now and then as he moves and crooks his fingers.]

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[Apparently crooking his fingers is enough to start off another chain of babbling, this one slightly more breathless and enthusiastic.]

Yeah, that's definitely more on the good side. I mean, it's not even... It doesn't even feel weird. It just feels good. Do that again.

[He doesn't really know what "that" was, exactly, but he's certainly not above being a little demanding. It's just one of his charms. Maybe.]

[loveandlanguish]

Pushy, aren't you?

[Still, he's clearly not objecting, seeing as he's leaning in to kiss him and crooking his fingers again, a little more forcefully this time.]

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Yeah, I guess I am. People say that.

[He's not particularly bothered by it. How would anything ever get done if he wasn't a little pushy? He's cut off from saying anything further by the kiss -- and from moaning insistently into Oliver's mouth. That should probably be a sign of approval, too.]

[loveandlanguish]

< small>[That noise is too good not to want to replicate. He keeps twisting his fingers inside him, scissoring and working him open slowly.

He's certainly pretty hard himself by now, and he would love nothing more than to sink right into his willing body. But what he would really like to hear a lot more is Ginsberg begging for it first.]

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[He'll have to break away from that kiss to beg for anything, and for a few long moments he's not willing to, because he's too wrapped up in how good it all feels. But that need to talk overtakes him eventually, and he pulls back from the kiss just for the sake of letting out a couple more of those little moans, and then speaking...]

You're... Really good at that. How... How're you so good at that? Are you trying to drive me crazy? I'm pretty sure you're trying to drive me crazy.

[loveandlanguish]

Yes. How's it working?

[Oliver's a little flushed by now himself, certainly breathing more heavily. He keeps his eyes locked on Ginsberg's as he moves his fingers wider apart, testing how far he can open him up.]