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Who: Bail and Ben
What: An official date
When: Saturday evening
Where: A delicious pizza parlor
Rating/Warnings: NSFW cuz they ~~might~~ discuss the sex, and ~~might~~ do the sex

The reason Bail chose this restaurant was two-fold. One, because the pizza here was phenomenal – very much your classic New York Style pizza with the classic toppings options. Not that Bail was opposed to experimentation with his pizza, tonight just needed to be simple. It was elegant without being black tie.

He also picked this place because the booths had high backs and the lights were dim and it was the prefect amount of privacy for two people on their first “official” date.

They’d seen each other throughout the week a few times for lunch. And Bail couldn’t remember the last time he texted this much to one person.

He also didn’t remember the last time he was this excited for a date.

He arrived first and ordered water immediately when he sat down.

Then he waited, nervously (for god knew what reason? They’d already spent the night together, just sleeping, but still).

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Bail didn't notice it at first, but it soon dawned on him that Ben was making him do all the work. Except for that flourish of hopping out of his pants. But even then, gravity was doing a great deal.

A smirk spread of Bail's face and he momentarily buried his face in Ben's neck. But just for a second, to regroup because the amount of sass this man could put into getting undressed - no, making someone undress him - was an intoxicating playful banter Bail hadn't experienced in a long time.

But when he had gathered himself, when he straightened up, he was composed and something had washed over his demeanor.

This was a game for two.

He leaned back in for a kiss, but this time, it was agonizingly slow and light. And his hands were just as deliberately slow. Popping one button of Ben's shirt at a time, his fingers tracing barely a touch to the fabric in their unhurried journey to the next button.

This could take a while, and Bail did not care.

He call all but feel the moment Bail 'gets it'. When it clicks in that this is a game and that there can be plenty of seriousness, but there is also room for play and fun.

He can definitely get that in Bail being pointedly slow, letting his hands move but only to barely graze. The sort of discomfort in that, but that that discomfort is also good for him and just - part of all of it.

It works.

He gets more turned on, he gets frustrated, but he also doesn't try to hurry Bail - though there's the occasional graze of teeth in his kiss - mostly he just - let's it go and takes that time to map out Bail's body. Through his clothes, sure, but he's definitely touching, enjoying and still just a little bit playful.

The last button unfastened on Ben's shirt, Bail did not move to push it off his shoulders. No, first, he wanted to take his time...

His hand slipped between the fabric and he brushed his fingered down the middle of Ben's chest. Light and barely there. He took his time enjoying the heat of Ben's skin under his finger tips. Down his stomach and passed the waistband of Ben's underwear.

And he didn't stop, only taking a detour along the length of Ben's cock. Through the fabric. Still definitely touching and more than a little playful.

This-

This was still the game.

It was still the play. To stay still, to let things happen as they did and at a pace set by Bail. He looped his arms up and around Bail's neck and laced his fingers together to keep them there and made a soft, breathless, strangled sound that turned into a laugh.

He did not try to stop his hips rolling toward the touch, though, at all. "You learn fast."

Bail smiled. "I did go to Yale." He felt that he refrained from bragging often enough that he could drop that here now.

And because Bail wasn't all tease and no pay-off, that light touch on Ben's cock smoothly turned into a full palm.

His other hand traveled around Ben's waist to grab his ass, but as his hand traveled over the fabric, they encountered what Bail couldn't see but was smooth lettering ...

"... Wait- what's this?" he asked as his finger rubbed against the letters, making it quite clear what he was asking about.

"Yale, but you've never seen an ass before?" He realized it's a good one, but-

Okay playing stupid was fun and he was enjoying the teasing, but he turned around and away from Bail.

His underwear said was 'eat' 'sleep' 'skate'.

It was too bad that Ben had turned around because he missed Bail closing his eyes and biting his lip as he sucked in a deep sigh and laughed.

But he closed the distance between them quickly, an arm slipping around Ben's stomach pulling their bodies so close his hard cock was unmistakable against Ben's backside. The other hand came up and tipped Ben's chin to the side, but before Bail kissed him, he murmured in Ben's ear a breathy, "Someday, I'm going to fuck you while you're still wearing these."

Edited 2020-06-27 04:32 (UTC)

Oh, that was good.

The laugh, the being pulled in close, the heated press of Bail's cock against his ass and breath and voice in his ear.

It was all really, really good and exactly the right kind of good to have him not just moaning but going pliant and accommodating. Spreading his legs to get that fit his ass a little better, turning his head in the direction his chin was tipped without resistance and tilting it up a bit of his own accord.

HE still blinked a couple of times at the content of the words, eyes dark and pupils blown. "...Okay, but you have to buy me a new pair."

Submissive. Not doormat.

Still about the point where just a little bit more and a little less careful in his partners he could get into a Situation though.

Edited (icon) 2020-06-27 04:50 (UTC)

"That's fair," Bail said. And then he was kissing Ben, not soft and lightly like moments before, but something hungry and satisfying. Something like a moan escaped his throat as he pressed his cock where it fit so nicely.

The arm around Ben's stomach turned into a splayed hand moving steadily south. When they reached the waistband of Ben's underwear, his fingers teased under it, but he paused, his and and the kiss, enough to ask, "Do you want me to stop?"

He could play this game, he was enjoying this position of dominance. But consent still came first.

"I do not want you to stop." He was clear and coherent and decisive in that, but also - "Now Keep going, please."

He was so, so close to being touched and it was making him ache.

Bail chuckled and let his hand begin wandering again. Past the waistband. Finger curling momentarily in Ben's hairs before reaching the base of Ben's cock and slipping completely around to grip it firmly.

Though he was the one giving, his cock got harder the moment his hand touched Ben's.

He groaned when he finally had that contact, took a deep shuddering breath and-

Did a particularly fluid, graceful, definitive and not at all accidental roll of his hips back into Bail.

He also leaned more solidly back into his chest, turned his head further so he could graze his teeth over Bail's jaw. "You sure you want to stick to the plan?"

Bail needed a moment because that move entirely derailed his train of thought.

All they'd managed so far was to get Ben's pants off and Bail's hand down his underwear, but Bail's breath was short, and his heart pounded in his chest like he was new to sex. Which he absolutely wasn't.

He found his voice again, finally, "Do you have condoms?"

Oh, that reaction was lovely. He liked the sound of Bail's voice like that, and the feeling of Bail's heart beating against his back.

The hand around him was still amazing, but layers of sensation and intimacy and good were happening.

"Yeah." He could use more words, maybe even manage a bratty response, but right now 'bratty' was a little bit toned down and he would have appreciated the question no matter what. "Top nightstand drawer with the lube." ...and leather handcuffs but whatever.

Bail needed another second to collect himself.

He appreciated Ben toning down the game for a moment, just to get the serious formalities out of the way this first time when they were just learning what language the other used to ask for and grant consent. He found he really liked the playfulness, but being able to recognize when a moment of seriousness was necessary was also an appreciated skill.

But when he'd put himself back together enough to engage, he came up biting the collar of Ben's shirt. He definitely grazed skin.

"Do you want me to take your shirt off?" Because this had all started to get serious the night Ben got those scars on his back, and Bail didn't want force him to show him anything he wasn't ready.

He put his chin down at the graze of Bail's teeth and made a sound that was equal parts pained and aroused, but then went still and quiet.

He was -

Well, uncomfortable with the idea but saying that his response to challenge was just to meet it was not wrong. Furthermore he knew -knew - if he avoided it now he would make it a bigger issue in his mind and that it would become a bigger hurdle, and the become more ingrained, and harder to move past.

"Take it off." Firm and even a little bossy about it.

He wanted to get involved in undressing Bail just then, but recognized that if he turned around it would be avoidance in that second and that just was not happening.

Bail complied, but he didn't let go of Ben's cock. With a gentle touch, his hand slipping under Ben's collar, he hand followed the fabric down the slope of his shoulder, down his arm until that arm was from from the shirt. Then he took a step back to give Ben room to let the other sleeve fall by gravity.

He didn't linger, he didn't say anything, though he saw the marks.

He stepped forward again, free hand coming to rest on Ben's shoulder. Thumb slipping down, brushing over the tip of a scar.

Bail's mouth found the side of Ben's neck, and he stayed like that, waiting for Ben to move on and ask for more.

Ben had pretty well decided he wasn't going to give in to discomfort, so he didn't linger around much after his shirt was off. Long enough for a deep breath, long enough for Ben's hand to settle and to tilt his head and expose his throat to that kiss--

long enough to repeat that smooth, strong roll of his hips that had him thrusting into Bail's hand and sliding against Bail's cock against his ass.

But then he simply tilted his head up and -

"Can I help you undress?"

Ben was really missing out on the best expressions because a devious smile spread across Bail's face, and he paused, just a heart beat, before simply saying, "No."

His fingers of his free hand then traced a line down Ben's arm to get to his waist, where they hooked onto his underwear.

"But I want these off." And he started tugging them down.

He could hear it in Bail's tone and catch the edges of it with his head turned that way. Which meant the no just made him laugh.

And that laugh released some lingering tension from him.

"All right," he agreed, smiled and rested a hand lightly on Bail's forearm and helped exactly as much as necessary for the fabric to move from between them.

Bail laughed as well.

He let that last slip of fabric fall to the ground and his hand moved to the front of Ben's thigh - fuck, these legs that first had him looking at Ben with desire the night of their not-date. Oh, he was touching and enjoying them now.

For good measure he gave Ben's cock a slow stroke.

Ben got his ankles out of his underwear, then just leaned back against Bail and closed his eyes. Breathed slowly and then kind of intentionally flexed the muscle in his thigh under Bail's hand.

now that he was naked and so acutely aware of every point Bail's clothes touched his skin, every point Bail's hands touched his skin, he just... focused on those things. He tilted his hips to follow the stroke but honestly?

He could stay like this for a while.

At least as long as he hand his hand on Bail's arm, giving him return connection, which he did.

"I want your cock in me. Somewhere." MOuth, ass, it didn't matter, he just wanted more.

Bail groaned in appreciation - for the flex of muscle under his hand, Ben's hips rocking against his cock. And very much for the vocalized request.

First, he bit Ben. He didn't mean it to be hard, though this wasn't a small nip. He just really needed to... bite Ben.

Second, he told Ben, "Get on your knees."

Ben's groan at the bite was different - less soft, deeper, rougher, and came with an arch in his spine that said he liked it a lot and was pushing toward it.

That probably didn't help the not a small bite part.

It also made his cock throb for a moment.

He shuddered, and moved to drop to his knees without hesitation but immediately looked up to Bail just to check in. "You okay?" it was soft and gentle, but the sentiment - to be sure Bail was all right - was serious.

Something thrilled in Bail when Ben turned and dropped to his knees when Bail told him to. To be honest, he'd not been prepared for how much he enjoyed this position. But he'd explore that later, right now, in the moment, he was just focused on what they were doing, together.

"Yes," and it was an honest answer, and he paused to let it have the weight it needed.

"Are you?"