Date: 2024-02-19 08:37 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] errenis
The scars on Tyler's chest catch his interest, and he feels the momentary itch to touch them, but decides to wait for an invitation, or at least an indication that it would be welcome. Watching the tension drain from the younger man's posture has another small, private smile appearing.

"We can figure it out as we go along, how about that?" It seems like the most reasonable way to start given that Tyler is new to this and Yussa most certainly is not. Aware of how people like them can feel about such things, he adds: "There is no part of me you can't touch. But if there are places I should avoid on you, please tell me now."

Yussa doesn't want to have to stop in the middle of something later to check in, though he would if he thought for a moment he felt undue tension. He moves closer again, slipping back into Tyler's space. His touch his light as his hand rests against Tyler's hip, testing the waters.

Date: 2024-02-19 09:16 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] errenis
"Good," he murmurs. The way Tyler tips his chin up feels bold, a gesture Yussa's made countless times with others, and it spends a sharp spike of excitement through him as their mouths meet. He arches closer, ensuring that they are touching everywhere possible. His hand remains on Tyler's hip as the other pushes up into his hair, cradling the back of his head and giving himself another anchor point.

It might be messy, but the enthusiasm is as effective as skill in this moment. Yussa tries to control it more, but he doesn't pull away or offer actual correction. Instead, his fingers brush along the top hem of Tyler's trousers, intent on finding where they open to get them off. They've established interest, so surely there's no need to delay further. His own are only loosely tied around his waist. Due to the nature of this place, he's foregone anything beneath them.

Date: 2024-02-19 11:10 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] errenis
The soft linen falls away as soon as the ties are free and Yussa feels a wave of goosebumps as the fabric brushes along his legs on its way down.

"It's practical here," he says with a quiet, breathy laugh. "And it is hot where I live."

Yussa's fingers curl around the denim and the softer fabric beneath. He keeps his eyes on Tyler's face as his other hand slides down from the younger man's neck, following the center of his chest and stomach down. He leans up to catch Tyler in another kiss as his hand slips down beneath his boxers without hesitation to see how wet he is.