Open RP: Great Hall: It's Alive!

[ijk-mno.livejournal.com]

The circles under his eyes are more pronounced than usual today. L slips into the Great Hall, to get himself a pot of tea. Once it arrives, he sits and pauses, to wait for it to steep. It needs to be stronger than this.

He's been pushing himself on a case the past few days. It's resolved now, but it was the first real challenge he's had since moving here, so he may have dropped off the face of the earth a little. Time to emerge and make sure everyone is still alive and well.

As soon as the tea is finished steeping, that is.

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[gamerspy.livejournal.com]

He wriggles his hand from beneath L's back, moving to stroke his stomach instead. He's smiling as he kisses L; as he releases L's earlobe, and trails his lips down L's throat.

"I will let you sleep, I promise."

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"There's no rush on that." L would much rather stay like this. It still feels rare, delightful, special to be able to do.

"We could just... mm."

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"Mm. We could," Matt agrees, fingers slipping lower without quite reaching L's waistband. "In our bed."

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"I'm so tired," he admits, drowsily, "but if it was just touching. Frottage, if you will." Quietly amused.

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"We don't have to," Matt reassures him, quickly. "I can just keep doing this until you fall asleep, if you like it."

They live together now, or will. They have plenty of time to do whatever they like, whenever they like.

On the other hand, if it's a request... He nuzzles L's shoulder.

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"I want to." Pulling back further on the bed, and propping himself up on an elbow, poised to move, roll however Matt thinks this should go.

"A bed to be christened, after all."

[gamerspy.livejournal.com]

Well. In that case.

Matt shifts position too, catching L in a deep kiss and pressing him down against the mattress. It'll make it a little trickier to remove L's sweater, but that's alright.

"It's sort of the same bed," he admits when they break for air. "I just kind of... made it bigger."

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"Semantics."

L wraps his legs up around Matt's, so they can slide that much closer, and tries to aid in the clothing removal process.

Or rather, tug Matt's pants off. The rest is too complicated to contemplate.

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"Ah," Matt says, quite softly. "Hang on, I'll -"

A bit of squirming on both their parts gets the white sweater off. Matt reaches for L's fly, not really caring how tricky simultaneous attempts at removing pants can be. He's privately decided to keep his gloves on, since L seemed so pleased by the feel of them.

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"Wait, no, it's the same bed." Teasing. "Lets not have sex on it after all."

He lets his hands skate up Matt's back, and down again, tugging him closer and urging him to please, please.

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"Don't be a dick," he says, laughing a little breathily. "Would the floor be better?"

And, there - he's got L free from his trousers. Pushing his own further down his legs, he straddles L's waist and rocks downwards. He can't prevent a soft gasp escaping his lips as he does so.

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L whines, and then moans instead of answering, stretching out underneath him, inviting Matt to do his worst, and fighting the urge to thrust up against him.

No, the bed is fine.

[gamerspy.livejournal.com]

One arm braced at the elbow just above L's head, Matt begins a slow, steady rhythm for them. The other arm he keeps free, tracing gloved fingers across L's chest, teasing at his nipples.

[ijk-mno.livejournal.com]

L lowers his hands and rests them on Matt's hips, inviting him to lose himself a little. Following the rhythm he's already set. Easy as anything.

"Did we even remember to lock the door, this time?"

Responsible sex is proving a lot more difficult than he anticipated.

[gamerspy.livejournal.com]

"... fuck."

At least they're not right next door to A this time?

"It's fine," Matt says, kissing L's jaw. "Barely anyone visits me anyway. It's - ah. It's fine."

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"I don't care." He's just amused by it.

"Keep, just like that."

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"Good." There's a hint, just a hint of a moan in his voice and he presses down sharply.

"Tell me what you think of," he asks suddenly, still rocking. "Tell me what you think of when you're - when I'm not there."

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"If I touch myself and think of you?"

Fisting a hand in Matt's sweater, eyes fluttering closed.

"Is that what you want to hear about?"

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"Yes," and that really is a moan this time. "If you - please."

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"Sometimes, when I work. If I have a moment between files or while videos load," his voice is low, strained, and needy, "I picture what you'd do to distract me. If you were determined, and wanted me. I imagine you leaning in, and nipping my ear, my neck. Sliding around, to straddle me in my chair. And you aren't wearing anything."

[gamerspy.livejournal.com]

When L mentions it, Matt does nip his earlobe, then his throat. One hand finds its way to L's hair, fingers tightening involuntarily.

"I do want you," he murmurs. "What else?"

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His voice cracks a little when he does, and he doesn't bother to disguise his enjoyment.

"Hm- I sometimes imagine doing the same to you, but invisible. Dropping down on my knees in front of you half way through a game and performing oral sex without a word, though you'd obviously know it was me."

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"Oh, Jesus," Matt breathes, because now that's what he'll be thinking of.

"I see - I think of us sometimes. In the library, or the Great Hall, and - I reach over, under the table, and start touching you through your jeans. We need to pretend nothing's happening until neither of us can stand it any longer and - then we're back here. And I fuck you mewling."

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"You, and I've told you to do something. Read out loud to me, smoke a cigarette. I bend you over something and we do it so slowly that you have to beg me, and I get to listen to you lose all your words, and watch the cigarette threaten to drop."

And he doesn't even like smoking.

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"I would. I would beg you. There's one, where - you're in front of me, crouched between my legs but it's nothing but tiny touches and licks and - but you've asked me not to move, and all I can do is plead..."

His hands move to L's hips, crushing them closer together.