[ The kiss is a bit unexpected in this scenario and even with it being so quick, it leaves him a little bit dazed, doing nothing to quell the heat that roils in his gut. ]
Oh. I guess... I guess we can.
[ He'd never come to this apartment with this in mind, this strange game of cat and mouse with words and kisses and he blushes furiously, the Korean in the foyer long forgotten. ]
Oh, really? Well I thought you meant on a more broad, generic spectrum because I've seen a lot of things, you know and it's... it's just complicated. Can't you just kiss me again?
[ It spills out of his mouth before he can stop himself, and he's never, not once, ever asked nor made demand from any of his partners. He blinks, surprise at himself and he fidgets a little awkwardly, flattening the tie at his neck with his free hand, shifting from foot to foot. ]
[ Q didn't know there was food to forget. And frankly? He'd gladly leave it given the choice.
He is also surprised at hearing Ned actually ask. It sends a flutter in his heart and nevermind what it does below the belt. He's... still worked up, if not visibly aroused. ]
Gladly.
[ Q doesn't bother to hide the heat, the passion, the need for Ned. All of him. Whatever he'd dare to let him have. But his hands stay firmly on Ned's shoulders. Ned was still setting the pace and he could decide what they were doing. Q had little boundaries. Ned had many. It only made sense. ]
Oh. [ Ned's surprised himself, really, but it has quite the reward and he grins up at him, falling into the kiss easily, body relaxing, arms curling round his neck.
The kiss alone only adds fuel to the fire, finding that a fair portion of his own blood begins to rush southerly in a rather embarrassing show of emotion. Part of his mind is screaming to stop, to back away and not let him too close abut it's the other half that wins -- the one that makes him tug Q closer, that makes him emit a sort of surprised, keening sound deep in his throat, that makes him part his lips to swipe tongue along Q's lips, tentative.
His hands move, palms slide curiously along his hcest, fingertips curling into the fabric of his cardigan, both a nervous tic and need to be closer. ]
[ Never let it be said that Ned the Pie Maker is not a passionate man. Or untalented with his mouth. ... Except by speech but no one was perfect. Q very easily opens his mouth for tongue to meet Ned's. It was going to take a great deal of self control to let Ned be the guide, the one to give cues.
And part of him wanted to throw all of that to the wind and wait for protests. Q's hands sink from mid back to the curve of his ass and pull them closer. Kink was wonderful but it was nothing compared to actually having your very handsome boyfriend finally showing interest in full sex. Even the interest was enough for him. Should they even go through with it?
He was getting ahead of himself. First, he needed to see how Ned would react to being harshly groped. ]
[ He really can't help himself, his hands sliding back up Q's chest, fingers curling into his hair, wishing they could get closer, and the moment he thinks it? He's answered.
He makes a little sound of surprise into the kiss, but it's only followed by a low, pleased sound. It sends a little thrill tingling up his spine, drawing him even nearer to Q, almost perhaps a little over eager to eliminate the space between them just now. He nudges Q back gently, and if permitted, he may well press the man against the wall -- not too forcefully, but enough so that he may lean into him slightly. He breaks the kiss, nipping at Q's lips in the meantime, mumbling against his mouth. ]
Should... I stop? [ he's really going into this blind, haphazardly trying to navigate his way through this after so long. ] I didn't... I just assumed...
[ Q chuckles in response to Ned's shift in noises. And he is silenced by the very gentle press to the wall. His own hands slowly starting to roam. This couldn't be quick, not with Ned. Not because of his apprehension to touch. Ned was... special.
His fingers tangled in Ned's hair. ]
You assumed correctly.
[ To pull him back down for a kiss. One where Q's mouth was open far more quickly and seeking. All slow and precise. He wanted this to be savoured and for them to be closer. He pulls Ned in, letting their legs interlock. ]
[ He's hardly able to respond when Q speaks, his face flushed, his body responding quite pleasantly to the roaming hands. It's the fingers in his hair, though, that make him gasp softly, sucking in a breath between teeth. ]
Well... that's good.
[ To the assumption, but it could also have been meant for the sensation of the man's fingers in his hair. He doesn't have long to consider it, though, meeting Q's mouth with his own, open mouthed and needy, tormented somewhere between too fast and too slow.
Ned settles against Q, fingers rucking up his shirt, needing closeness, gripping the fabric at first before he rests his hands on Q's bare sides, needing the contact and the warmth, the pads of his thumbs tracing lazy patterns across his skin. ]
[ Q inhales deeply at the sudden sensation of Ned's touch. It isn't the first time they've done something like this but it certainly feels it. It does nearly every time. He'd make a joke about magic if not for wanting to keep Ned in the proper mood.
Q's roaming hands finally settle on unbuttoning his shirt to get them on an even playing field. He breaks the kiss to ask one very important question. ]
[ Ned pants when the kiss is his broken, letting the man unbutton his shirt, fingers gripping Q's sides rather desperately. It's maddening, how warm everything is, and how he is quite disappointed the kissing stopped. ]
Ah. Yeah, we probably should.
[ Sorry, he knows he should move but he just sort of smiles a little dopily, leaning to press a few shorter kisses against the man's mouth. ] Mm, okay. Moving. Going.
[ And with that he slides his hands out from Q's shirt, reaches to take his hands and tugs him back from the wall. It's almost impossible to refrain from pushing him back against the wall and continue right here. Ned really, really shouldn't hold back for so long ever again. ]
[ Oh no. It's that look Ned has when he wants to pout and doesn't quite make it there. It's really almost worse than a pout. Unique to Ned and something that should be kissed away. Q meets all the smaller kisses as he lifts himself from the wall. His hands quickly dive into his shirt to get more of him. The warmth is quickly turning into heat.
Away from the wall, Q presses another open mouthed needy kiss to Ned's lips while turning away from the wall and pulling Ned with him in the direction of the bedroom. Could the two of them manage walking backwards to the bed? He'd soon find out. ]
[ Ned isn't always the most graceful, given his height, but it's easy to stagger along after Q, following him to the bedroom amid touches and kisses.
He greets the open mouthed kiss with fervor, fingers seeking out Q's shirt again, undoing buttons in favor of more skin, though how he does this and walks at the same time is a mystery. Ned, for all of his awkwardness and bumbling, knows he can be quite the tease when he wants to be.
Which may well be why, when they reach the bedroom, he breaks the kiss long enough to breathe hot against Q's ear:]
I don't know why I waited so long. [ But he's pausing, too, to catch his breath, the kisses stealing the air right out of his lungs, his heart thundering in his ears. ]
[ Yes, actually. A moment's pause to collect thoughts sounds like an excellent idea. Q is not one to get in over his head and this is all happening rather fast. ... Especially considering who it was he was trying to strip down to nothing.
The whispering against his ear does nothing to help him gathering his senses and his hands travel again to the curve of his ass. Now with the added bonus of dipping into pants. ]
You know why. But I am thankful we are here at last.
[ And those pants are now coming off so Ned can step out from them. Q has no time to wait for Ned to help with his and starts immediately. He's still half hard from... what he was doing before. At least there will be less of a chance for Ned to feel self conscious for lasting hardly any time at all... Q presses a sweet kiss to the cheek before going to the bedside table to hunt for necessary items. ]
[ Every touch sends electric, white-hot heat surging through him in ways he hasn't felt in ages. Especially when he feels the fingers slip down his pants, but there's little time to revel in the sensation as he's soon stepping out of pants, giving a sigh as some of the tension around his cock is relieved, the trousers and heavy petting enough to make him squirm miserably already.
He steps out of his underwear as well, not quite self conscious about his body. He has enough to worry about in daily life and it is just a body, after all. And it's Q -- he's safe here, though he can't help but approach his boyfriend from behind, curl arms around his waist, press their bodies flush for a moment, lips trailing along his neck. ]
[ Q, too, is normally quite shy about these things. Not with Ned. Not any longer. They have done their fair share of... experimenting. They may have even had an innocent shower together.
But this. Their first full skin to skin contact. Ned rock hard and pressed against him, talented lips coaxing him into a gasp with the faintest of touches. How dare he, honestly. He can't help himself and already pushes against him. ]
Unless you have another talent you haven't told me about.
[ Q holds up the condom and lube. Something he's made sure to freshen up the supply of every so often because one never does know, do they?
He tries his best to turn his head to plant a kiss on his lover's chin. It's feeling a bit rushed. Shouldn't their first time be slow and sensual? But look at him. Really look at him. Tall and perfect. Q pulls away to settle on the bed and get a better look. ]
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Oh. I guess... I guess we can.
[ He'd never come to this apartment with this in mind, this strange game of cat and mouse with words and kisses and he blushes furiously, the Korean in the foyer long forgotten. ]
Oh, really? Well I thought you meant on a more broad, generic spectrum because I've seen a lot of things, you know and it's... it's just complicated. Can't you just kiss me again?
[ It spills out of his mouth before he can stop himself, and he's never, not once, ever asked nor made demand from any of his partners. He blinks, surprise at himself and he fidgets a little awkwardly, flattening the tie at his neck with his free hand, shifting from foot to foot. ]
Sorry.
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He is also surprised at hearing Ned actually ask. It sends a flutter in his heart and nevermind what it does below the belt. He's... still worked up, if not visibly aroused. ]
Gladly.
[ Q doesn't bother to hide the heat, the passion, the need for Ned. All of him. Whatever he'd dare to let him have. But his hands stay firmly on Ned's shoulders. Ned was still setting the pace and he could decide what they were doing. Q had little boundaries. Ned had many. It only made sense. ]
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The kiss alone only adds fuel to the fire, finding that a fair portion of his own blood begins to rush southerly in a rather embarrassing show of emotion. Part of his mind is screaming to stop, to back away and not let him too close abut it's the other half that wins -- the one that makes him tug Q closer, that makes him emit a sort of surprised, keening sound deep in his throat, that makes him part his lips to swipe tongue along Q's lips, tentative.
His hands move, palms slide curiously along his hcest, fingertips curling into the fabric of his cardigan, both a nervous tic and need to be closer. ]
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And part of him wanted to throw all of that to the wind and wait for protests. Q's hands sink from mid back to the curve of his ass and pull them closer. Kink was wonderful but it was nothing compared to actually having your very handsome boyfriend finally showing interest in full sex. Even the interest was enough for him. Should they even go through with it?
He was getting ahead of himself. First, he needed to see how Ned would react to being harshly groped. ]
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He makes a little sound of surprise into the kiss, but it's only followed by a low, pleased sound. It sends a little thrill tingling up his spine, drawing him even nearer to Q, almost perhaps a little over eager to eliminate the space between them just now. He nudges Q back gently, and if permitted, he may well press the man against the wall -- not too forcefully, but enough so that he may lean into him slightly. He breaks the kiss, nipping at Q's lips in the meantime, mumbling against his mouth. ]
Should... I stop? [ he's really going into this blind, haphazardly trying to navigate his way through this after so long. ] I didn't... I just assumed...
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His fingers tangled in Ned's hair. ]
You assumed correctly.
[ To pull him back down for a kiss. One where Q's mouth was open far more quickly and seeking. All slow and precise. He wanted this to be savoured and for them to be closer. He pulls Ned in, letting their legs interlock. ]
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Well... that's good.
[ To the assumption, but it could also have been meant for the sensation of the man's fingers in his hair. He doesn't have long to consider it, though, meeting Q's mouth with his own, open mouthed and needy, tormented somewhere between too fast and too slow.
Ned settles against Q, fingers rucking up his shirt, needing closeness, gripping the fabric at first before he rests his hands on Q's bare sides, needing the contact and the warmth, the pads of his thumbs tracing lazy patterns across his skin. ]
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Q's roaming hands finally settle on unbuttoning his shirt to get them on an even playing field. He breaks the kiss to ask one very important question. ]
Should we relocate this to the bedroom?
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Ah. Yeah, we probably should.
[ Sorry, he knows he should move but he just sort of smiles a little dopily, leaning to press a few shorter kisses against the man's mouth. ] Mm, okay. Moving. Going.
[ And with that he slides his hands out from Q's shirt, reaches to take his hands and tugs him back from the wall. It's almost impossible to refrain from pushing him back against the wall and continue right here. Ned really, really shouldn't hold back for so long ever again. ]
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Away from the wall, Q presses another open mouthed needy kiss to Ned's lips while turning away from the wall and pulling Ned with him in the direction of the bedroom. Could the two of them manage walking backwards to the bed? He'd soon find out. ]
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He greets the open mouthed kiss with fervor, fingers seeking out Q's shirt again, undoing buttons in favor of more skin, though how he does this and walks at the same time is a mystery. Ned, for all of his awkwardness and bumbling, knows he can be quite the tease when he wants to be.
Which may well be why, when they reach the bedroom, he breaks the kiss long enough to breathe hot against Q's ear:]
I don't know why I waited so long. [ But he's pausing, too, to catch his breath, the kisses stealing the air right out of his lungs, his heart thundering in his ears. ]
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The whispering against his ear does nothing to help him gathering his senses and his hands travel again to the curve of his ass. Now with the added bonus of dipping into pants. ]
You know why. But I am thankful we are here at last.
[ And those pants are now coming off so Ned can step out from them. Q has no time to wait for Ned to help with his and starts immediately. He's still half hard from... what he was doing before. At least there will be less of a chance for Ned to feel self conscious for lasting hardly any time at all... Q presses a sweet kiss to the cheek before going to the bedside table to hunt for necessary items. ]
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He steps out of his underwear as well, not quite self conscious about his body. He has enough to worry about in daily life and it is just a body, after all. And it's Q -- he's safe here, though he can't help but approach his boyfriend from behind, curl arms around his waist, press their bodies flush for a moment, lips trailing along his neck. ]
Really not fair, leaving me like that.
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But this. Their first full skin to skin contact. Ned rock hard and pressed against him, talented lips coaxing him into a gasp with the faintest of touches. How dare he, honestly. He can't help himself and already pushes against him. ]
Unless you have another talent you haven't told me about.
[ Q holds up the condom and lube. Something he's made sure to freshen up the supply of every so often because one never does know, do they?
He tries his best to turn his head to plant a kiss on his lover's chin. It's feeling a bit rushed. Shouldn't their first time be slow and sensual? But look at him. Really look at him. Tall and perfect. Q pulls away to settle on the bed and get a better look. ]
Would you like me to do the honors?