[Well, you know. That lasted probably all of a couple comments on the journals. Then Youth came home and well, holding off was rather difficult to do EVEN when Youth looked like a moron in a turtle costume.]
[Trip ups could be nice too. Too much relaxation and you fail to feel.] Mmm...me too.
[Slow could be ok, but more so when Youth was in the right frame of mind for slow...slow, steamy, intimate. Where frustration had a purpose.] Alright.
[His body felt cool and a momentary ounce of longing when Youth stepped away, and followed Youth's movements from the doorway of the kitchen. ...Well now. Bell hadn't put that down there. How had lube gotten under the couch? Hm hm. Interesting~]
[His fingers closed around the cool bottle, though, even though the one thing they needed to progress with this had been obtained, it was hard to take his focus from Youth long enough to give instructions for the next step. That kiss was slow and alluring and wonderfully distracting.]
[When he finally broke from the kiss, Bell's body felt like it was on a delicious slow simmer. But simmer wasn't getting them where they intended to be. He drew up the crop between them, the tress brushing the tip of Youth's nose as if it might hit him any second, though Bell had no intention of doing anything of the sort.]
Unfortunately, this isn't going to work if you want to be over the counter. [He gestured wordlessly with the prop towards the countertop nearest them, stepping around and behind Youth before guiding the man closer and, with a hand on the back of his partner's head, pressing him down over the cool, flat surface.]
['Quick'log]
[Trip ups could be nice too. Too much relaxation and you fail to feel.] Mmm...me too.
[Slow could be ok, but more so when Youth was in the right frame of mind for slow...slow, steamy, intimate. Where frustration had a purpose.] Alright.
[His body felt cool and a momentary ounce of longing when Youth stepped away, and followed Youth's movements from the doorway of the kitchen. ...Well now. Bell hadn't put that down there. How had lube gotten under the couch? Hm hm. Interesting~]
[His fingers closed around the cool bottle, though, even though the one thing they needed to progress with this had been obtained, it was hard to take his focus from Youth long enough to give instructions for the next step. That kiss was slow and alluring and wonderfully distracting.]
[When he finally broke from the kiss, Bell's body felt like it was on a delicious slow simmer. But simmer wasn't getting them where they intended to be. He drew up the crop between them, the tress brushing the tip of Youth's nose as if it might hit him any second, though Bell had no intention of doing anything of the sort.]
Unfortunately, this isn't going to work if you want to be over the counter. [He gestured wordlessly with the prop towards the countertop nearest them, stepping around and behind Youth before guiding the man closer and, with a hand on the back of his partner's head, pressing him down over the cool, flat surface.]