"No one. I thought that I ought to try it first, before we did this together." Bashir leans in, moving to kiss whatever bit of Crais is convenient. His own experimentation was a combination of curiosity and being practical.
He must be having some sort of mental alteration here, because the thought of Bashir doing this to himself is hot, yes-
but also the consideration being taken, while absolutely typical of Bashir's general curiosity and caution, makes his throat feel tight for a moment.
He is frustrated by his relative inability to move and Bashir's inability to get to a part of him that he wants kissed more than some random bit of skin. He wants to kiss Bashir.
"I think you're biased against recognizing your own beauty now get that out of me and come here."
Yes, they should kiss. They should kiss rather a lot and with that in mind, Bashir carefully, slowly eases the sound out of his cock, and then climbs Crais. He wants to press as much of his body against the other man, to kiss him and leave little sharp-toothed bites by his knee, his inner arm, the curve of his collarbone.
"I don't know what you're talking about, but I want ...hng, I want you."
He flinches and shudders just a bit at the strange slide of the sound coming out, but that reaction is fleeting and it's immediately forgotten in favor of thoroughly, completely, and just a little excessively intensely probably, kissing Bashir.
"Good things we make plans in pencil," he murmurs, against Bashir's jaw. Then sharply nips it. "Willing to take your clothes off to have me?"
How he manages to roll his eyes while he's got Bashir's hand wrapped around his dick is a mystery that he does not have the answer to, but he does indeed roll his eyes.
"Hedonist," he grumps, and stops kissing Bashir long enough for him to work his hands around to work on getting Bashir's shirt untucked and pants loosened, at least. He wants more skin and intends to have it.
He's also rolling his hips just a little into Bashir's hand, in spite of himself. Because he can't not.
Crais is rolling his eyes because he is overcome with lust. Obviously. Who wouldn't be when confronted with Bashir?
"I feel that I should argue the point, and yet --" Well, he's getting his shirt off and his pants undone while still trying to keep as much contact as possible. It's a true statement, but he feels obliged to debate the point.
"Next time, you should let me use the silicon one. Same feeling of strangeness, but you can move a little easier."
"We can talk toy design and materials, later. At the moment I am preoccupied with getting something much more realistic somewhere else, thank you." He bites Bashir's neck pointedly and then at least makes an attempt to roll them over so he's on top.
But only for the sake of getting Bashir's pants off.
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but also the consideration being taken, while absolutely typical of Bashir's general curiosity and caution, makes his throat feel tight for a moment.
He is frustrated by his relative inability to move and Bashir's inability to get to a part of him that he wants kissed more than some random bit of skin. He wants to kiss Bashir.
"I think you're biased against recognizing your own beauty now get that out of me and come here."
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"I don't know what you're talking about, but I want ...hng, I want you."
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"Good things we make plans in pencil," he murmurs, against Bashir's jaw. Then sharply nips it. "Willing to take your clothes off to have me?"
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He could pull back and strip, but he's rather busy at the moment with Crais' mouth and a hand on his slick cock.
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"Hedonist," he grumps, and stops kissing Bashir long enough for him to work his hands around to work on getting Bashir's shirt untucked and pants loosened, at least. He wants more skin and intends to have it.
He's also rolling his hips just a little into Bashir's hand, in spite of himself. Because he can't not.
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"I feel that I should argue the point, and yet --" Well, he's getting his shirt off and his pants undone while still trying to keep as much contact as possible. It's a true statement, but he feels obliged to debate the point.
"Next time, you should let me use the silicon one. Same feeling of strangeness, but you can move a little easier."
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But only for the sake of getting Bashir's pants off.