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They'd drank some. Jibril hadn't drank a lot but enough that he's very tipsy as they make their way back to his apartment. Rhy keeps kissing him, hands on his waist and hips and it is heating Jibril's skin, his face flushing more than it had from the alcohol alone. He stumbles back against a wall down the hall from the door to his apartment, a laugh drawing from him as he looks up at Rhy's face. He leans up to press his lips to the other's, arching off the wall to press against him.
He should drag Rhy toward the door but he's distracted with the desire to kiss him.
He should drag Rhy toward the door but he's distracted with the desire to kiss him.
Alcohol, it really was something that had Jibril weak to, and Rhy needed to remember to not let the man drink very much. But in moments like this, well, he laughs in delight into the kiss, holding those shapely hips close to his own. There was so much he could do. But he supposed he shouldn't, not here.
Jibril isn't thinking about the things that they should or shouldn't do or where they were even. It just felt good to kiss Rhy, to arch to press against him and try and pull him closer.
"Rhy," he mewls softly.
"Rhy," he mewls softly.
“That is my name, my love,” he agrees, moving right up against his lover, holding that eager body against his own. “Have you imagined what it would be like, were I to press you down into your bed?”
Jibril moans when the other presses back against him, the other's words stirring the heat of arousal all the more. His breath uneven as images came into his mind. He nods slightly.
"Yes."
"Yes."
Too bad they don’t have the bed at hand. Rhy’s hands pull at Jibril’s pants, wishing they were gone.
“So beautiful, my sweet lamb. Do you want that? I would give you all you ask.”
“So beautiful, my sweet lamb. Do you want that? I would give you all you ask.”
They could have a bed if they moved but maybe they get the bed later because Jibril isn't even thinking about moving yet about getting to privacy. He whimpers as he arches his hips away from the wall.
"I want it, I want you," He wants everything the other would give him and for once he doesn't feel as shy as he usually does. Alcohol really can be helpful sometimes...
"I want it, I want you," He wants everything the other would give him and for once he doesn't feel as shy as he usually does. Alcohol really can be helpful sometimes...
Oh, not shy at all. Rhy gasps in shock at the forwardness. And as much as he hates it, he pulls Jibril away from the wall, rushing for the door. He can pin the guy against it once they're on the other side.
"You'll have me."
"You'll have me."
Jibril is confused when he's pulled away from the wall and starts to protest but just as quickly they're inside the apartment and he's pinned to the door.
"Again and again?"
"Again and again?"
Slammed against the door if he's being honest. Damn, he wants the man so much.
"Yeah, as much as you want. As often, as much. Please.
"Yeah, as much as you want. As often, as much. Please.
Jibril's leg tighten around Rhy's waist as he arches into him.
"Right now, here," Jibril whimpers.
"Right now, here," Jibril whimpers.
Well, he can't protest that. Rhy's hand move between them, working frantically at Jibril's belt to get his pants undone. Those need to come off.
Rhy’s hands are quick and once Jibril’s pants are undone, he pushes down at his pants and underwear. Jibril is eager to get them out of Rhy’s way.
“Rhy,” he exhaled shakily when he pushes them as much as he can.
“Rhy,” he exhaled shakily when he pushes them as much as he can.
Rhy was very happy to reach down to grip Jibril's cock then, stroking it. He wants to hear his lover keen.
"Please," Jibril moans, the sound getting higher as the other strokes him. His hips lift into the other's touch, grasping at the other's upper back.
Rhy chuckles at the noise his lover makes, his hand quickening. His own need was lost in the drive to make the man come apart.
Jibril whimpers as the other keeps stroking him. His head drops once more back, breathing labored. "Rhy," he moans and as the other continues he's soon spilling over his hand.
Ah, beautiful. So beautiful. Rhy chuckles at his partner and comes to a stop.
"Good my dear?"
"Good my dear?"
Jibril nods and he swallows heavily looking at Rhy his cheek flush. If he weren't so drunk he might have been embarrassed. Instead he just searches out another kiss from him.
Embarrassment would be fine another time. For now he took the kiss and wiped his hand a bit on Jibril's hip.
So eager in all the best ways.
So eager in all the best ways.
Jibril squirms at the other wiping the come off on his hip. He doesn't mind it thta much though and kisses him hungrily still.
"Rhy, fuck me please," so vulgar when he's this drunk.
"Rhy, fuck me please," so vulgar when he's this drunk.
Fuck him... What?
"My dear, you are too worked up from your release to handle another pass now, aren't you?"
"My dear, you are too worked up from your release to handle another pass now, aren't you?"
"M...maybe," Jibril exhales shakily and looks at the other, but he leans to press his lips to his.
Well that's good. Rhy smiled and kissed Jibril right back. He definitely knew he wanted to kiss the man more and more.
Simon shows up later with cookie dough. The autopsy had taken a bit longer than he'd wanted it to but he had texted to let David know he was running later than he thought. He knocks on the other's door, tired but looking forward to pasta and some time with the guy he's been sort of dating -- not officially yet.
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