( open ) meet me in the alleyway

[ettersberg]

Who: Thomas Nightingale (ettersberg) & maybe YOU
What: patrols in the red light district, other things probably. a month in the life of the last british wizard
When: all of february
Where: olympia
Warning(s): nsfw!! will feature sex at least partially prompted by aphro stuff.

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[ettersberg]

[ thomas will likely put himself back together as neatly as before, or as close to it as he can manage it, before leaving here, but right now, that is far from his mind. right now, he is focused entirely on the way john approaches him, the way he holds out his hands, not demanding but in a clear request. it's not something thomas wants to deny him. not now, maybe not ever. so he takes john's hands, moving toward him and then letting him guide thomas into another kiss.

he doesn't moan when john's thigh presses between his legs, but his breath catches audibly despite the kiss, hips rolling against john's. he might have managed to control himself well enough until he'd gotten here, but now there is no hiding that he's hard and getting harder, blood flow directed to his cock and the friction of john's leg against him, the pleasure of john's hands on his arse pulling him closer only serve to make him fill out even more. ]

[enarms]

[ there we go. there.

it's still unfamiliar turf, the comparative firmness of a man pressed up to him, differences in height and shape not what he's used to. sex is an area he's educated himself in well enough, out of the classroom moreso than in it, but this is an area of little practical research for John. his mind's a minor warzone on the topic, instinct tugging this way and that whenever he questions himself, but when it comes down to it his body knows what it wants. Thomas' body knows, too. and John, in this, is a good listener. he's had years to get better at that.

John deepens the kiss, keeps things languid. Thomas needs more than what he's getting, that's obvious, but there are a few things to cover between here and there and not all of them sit within the realms of John's previous experience - he's going to have to endure a steady progression of things for a while longer anyway, might as well not rush things now. (more to the point, it's a very special sort of feeling to have Thomas Nightingale, of all possible people, filling out against you, cock caught behind fabric and pressing into your hip crease.) John's hips roll back, trying to fall into some sort of a rhythm with Thomas, his breath shuddering into Thomas' mouth a secondary proof that he's far from unaffected. ]

[ettersberg]

[ the truth of it is that thomas is glad for john's lack of impatience, the fact that there will be a steady progression of things here. it makes matters feel less like a fevered encounter in the back of a brothel and more like something he might share with john for no reason other than because they want to.

it means that john will have time to get on board, that thomas won't need to worry, after this, that he somehow made john do something that he didn't want to do, that he didn't feel. that john is doing this as a kindness to him rather than because he wants to.

but no — john is far from unaffected and it prompts a smile against john's lips from him, small and breathless though it may be. ]