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[pharadyne]

Norton thinks it's flattering when a man starts losing the ability to form complete sentences in his presence.

"I assume yours are the most comfortable. Broken in."

He lightly rests his hand on Rawne's arm for a moment to let him know that, yes, touching is allowed and encouraged, then steps away to remove his jacket, tie, shirt, undershirt, casually and unhurried. He pauses before going further.

"Do you mind if I go au natural? I don't have pajamas, you see."

Because they're folded up neatly back in his cabin.

[major_rawne]

He's gonna be real flattered now.

"That's. Uh. Fine. Sure. Yeah."

His incoherence doesn't stop him from reaching out and stroking a hand down his side. He hasn't touched anyone like this in a long time.

[pharadyne]

Oh good, Rawne picked up on that hint. Norton closes his eyes for just a moment to savour the touch and then steps closer, so they're only centimetres apart and he has to tilt his chin up to keep eye contact.

"Such a considerate man you are, willing to accommodate my little improprieties."

He slides his hand over Rawne's shoulder...but then steps back again, just out of reach, and removes his shoes, socks, trousers and underpants with the same unhurried nonchalance as before.

[major_rawne]

"I, uh, try."

He snaps out of it and pulls his shirt and pants off quickly. He's not wearing underwear.

"Might as well do the same, right? Less awkward that way."

[pharadyne]

"A sign of a good host is that he always makes sure his guests never feel awkward..." Norton says but he's only half paying attention to the conversation any more because he's too busy taking in the view.

Very nice.

And he's much to far away now. Two strides brings him back against Rawne and he cups the back of Rawne's neck to urge his head down into a kiss.

[major_rawne]

Rawne goes with it, kissing him eagerly. Not that he'd have much to say, anyway. He's too busy reveling in the feeling of another body against his. Of skin against his hands.

[pharadyne]

Norton doesn't know how long he was in the time loop on Flight 405 the second time 'round, but it was long enough to miss this.

"How do you like it best? Bed, table, up against a wall? On my back, on my knees, riding you?" Games are over and now it's time to be direct.

[major_rawne]

"Bed," he manages, "you on top. Riding me." He likes being under his partner's, Male or female. Mostly because he can watch his surroundings more easily that way.

[pharadyne]

"My favourite."

He has lots of favourites. But he's not entirely lying, that is one of them. Norton takes Rawne by the hands and steps backwards towards the bed.

[major_rawne]

Rawne stumbles after him. He'll go wherever Norton leads, but he's in too over his head at the moment to do much else.

[pharadyne]

He pushes Rawne onto the bed, but before he climbs on top of him, he asks, "Any lubricant close by or shall I fetch my own from my jacket?"

He came prepared, just in case.

[major_rawne]

"Uh." He has to think for a moment. "I grabbed some. In the bedside table, there. "

[pharadyne]

"Glad to see you planned ahead, soldier."

He gets it out and tosses it on the bed so it'll be in easy reach and then straddles Rawne's thighs.

[major_rawne]

Rawne stares up at him, then runs his hands up Norton's thighs before settling them on his hips.

"I dunno how long I'll last."

[pharadyne]

"Then I'd best get a move on."

It's just as well. He's feeling impatient right now and not inclined to the usual foreplay and build up. He warms some lubricant in his hands and smooths it over Rawne's length. After that, he doesn't waste any time shuffling forward so he's hovering over Rawne's hips, and immediately seats himself, taking in Rawne's cock with a pleased sigh.

[major_rawne]

Rawne groans and thrusts up into Norton before he can regain control over himself. He can't stop himself from running his hands all over Norton's body, though.

"How fast do you want this?"

[pharadyne]

Norton moans at the first thrust. Oh he's needed this. Or just wanted this. Close enough.

"No need to be gentle with me, soldier. In fact, I'd rather you weren't."

He rolls his hips impatiently.

[major_rawne]

Permission fething granted, then. He thrusts as hard as he dares, gripping Norton's hips for leverage.

He moans again. He's forgotten how good this is.

[pharadyne]

Norton is shamelessly vocal in his appreciation and grinds down in time with Rawne's thrust.

[major_rawne]

Rawne grins at that and keeps fucking him. "Glad you're enjoying yourself."

[pharadyne]

"Ohhh you have no idea. It's been..." (weeks) "...too long."

Weeks is too long. Especially coming so close on the heels of 60 years in a time loop, like he still hasn't made up for decades of deprivation and he wants to feel everything.

[major_rawne]

"Much too long." Years and years of not daring to trust anyone enough to let them get this close. Years of shutting down everything he saw as weak and extraneous.

He pulls Norton down for a kiss, suddenly wanting to feel more of him.

[pharadyne]

Norton opens his mouth to the kiss and slides his fingers into Rawne's hair. Rawne is warm and solid against him and it makes him feel properly alive. He writhes against him. Skin against skin is so good, but the angle makes it difficult for the thrusts to be as deep and he wants both, everything, all at once.

[major_rawne]

Rawne finds himself clinging to Norton without meaning to, grabbing at every bit of skin he can. The angle is awkward, though, and not quite what he wants.

"Wait, wait," he says, after he manages to stop kissing Norton, "maybe... maybe if I sat up? Or I was on top? Or something. It'd be easier."

[pharadyne]

Norton nods, panting and breathless.

"Y...Yes. Yes." He rolls off Rawne and then tugs at Rawne's arms to urge him between Norton's indecently spread legs.