i've always wanted to do this.

oh, shut up and kiss me.

have you ever done this before?

lay down with me. please.

do you want to come upstairs?

i believe i promised you a kiss.

tell me if you want me to stop.

we could try tonight.

don't go. kiss me again.

how does that feel?

was that your first time?

you taste so good.

it's been so long since someone held me.

i've thought about doing this for a long time.

tell me if you want more.

when was the last time someone touched you like this?

you're so soft.

i don't want to stop.

kiss me.

i wish i could kiss you.

you're safe here. i've got you.

i'm not used to being held like that.

please take my hand.

help me take this off.

you're a much better kisser than i expected.

did we just do that?

come here. i need you.

do you want to be with me?

go slow.

i'm not sure if i'm doing this right.

please be gentle. i'm not used to this.

can i kiss you?

put your fingers in my hair.

if i kissed you right now, would you be mad?

come into my arms.

let's just take it slow.

that was perfect.

you're so beautiful.

tell me when you're ready.

stay close to me.

i could stare into your eyes forever.

mind if i take this off?

don't make me beg.

do you like it when i touch you?

come closer. it's okay.

i dreamt about us kissing.

i only kissed your cheek. it doesn't count.

can i lay here with you?

that feels really nice.

i need you close to me.

i've never done this before, with anyone.

can we do that again?

i like it when you hold me.

why don't we try? what could go wrong?

we'll just take this one step at a time.

i can see all your freckles up close.

touch me.

i could kiss you forever.

i'm so sorry. i don't know what came over me.

was that a moan?

maybe we could make up for lost time?

come to my bedroom tonight.

lay with me.

i'm not sure what to do.

i've lost track of time.

we need to be careful.

you're so handsome.

you never did give me that kiss you promised.

no one's ever made me feel this way.

do you like it when i do that?

you can kiss me again, you know.

i like it when you kiss my neck.

that feels good.

someone could hear us.

(shamelessly stolended from this here article thing)

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DESPITE - or, perhaps to spite - the shenanigans of his contemporaries, Haytham had never found himself terribly inclined towards seeking out sexual companionship. It, like romance, tended to take a back seat to his work. To be subject to both yearning and carnal desire all at once? It took some getting used to.

@turnandface's letters never helped. The odd lewd interjection, a certain turn of phrase, and Haytham had found himself hot under the collar on more than one occasion; not all of those instances had been in private.

“Did you touch yourself, thinking of me?”

With Leon in his lap, the blond whispering such tantalizing things in his ear as Haytham's hips rock slowly up into him, the months of separation burn through him like a blazing fire. The question itself makes him throb with need inside the other man.

His lips are red and swollen, kissed and bitten, bearing a shocking resemblance to the ribbon that ubiquitously held his hair at bay on every other conceivable occasion. He looks debauched. Properly debauched. And it's entirely Leon's fault. Haytham's arms wrapped around the younger man, Leon's hands cradling his face as they both gasp in matching pleasure, he finally manages to find his voice enough to answer the teasing inquiry.

"Did I touch myself?" he drawled, voice thick with arousal as he repeated the question, "Oh, Leon..." he chuckled, breathless as his head lolled back, his hair cascading freely down to his shoulders, "If anyone was to know how often I found myself touching, stroking, or playing with myself in your absence...-" He trailed off, letting his words hang as he pressed kisses along the other man's jaw, nosing at his cheek as he hovered close enough to the man's face to hear the air leaving his lungs as Haytham seated him fully on his cock, stilling any movements the pair had shared, making sure Leon's full attention was on him and not their shared pleasure.

"-Every. Godforsaken. Night." He grunted, "A years'-worth of me spilled over the course of months... You've plagued me, de Sardet."

Leon poses his rousing question against his red lips. His own, curling into a smirk, and only faltering when Haytham throbs inside him, causing the younger man to clench around him with a hiss of pleasure.

His arms wrap around Haytham's neck. Leon loves him like this, his hair down, his lips, swollen, his grey eyes, piercing, but soft and devout. His heart swells, transfixed. This softness and debauchery, something elusive and secret, sacred. He can scarcely recall another man so beautiful. The younger man lets out a pleased murmur as Haytham says his name, breathless. Pressing himself to his lover's kisses, shutting his eyes, he starts to lose himself to the pleasure and warmth, resting his forehead against Haytham's temple just before he fully buries his cock inside him. His hands gripping Leon's hips.

"Haytham-" he can't help but cry out, grabbing at his lover's shoulder blade, his fingertips taut against Haytham's skin. Leon clenches around him when he breathes in, his toes curling, and his eyes squeezing shut. His exhale, a stifled moan as he purses his lips in an attempt to downplay his reaction. A whine is quieted as Haytham speaks, and Leon slowly begins to regain his composure. Haytham's voice, his words, his very touch, soothe as easily as they ignite a fire in his stomach. He adores the man more than he could ever bear to tell him.