spandexisyouth | Twenty-fifth Lotus

[As long as Youth is up for the challenge, then the latter can remain true, yes.]

[Bell tries to ignore the bad eating habits there. If Youth is indeed high like Derrick implied, which it seems is true, Bell can't really hold this against him.]

[Bandit turtle makes more sense than some of the costumes Bell has seen around. Some are...odd cardboard configurations. Others are straight out of that Spencer's shop from the mall, or worse. Bell is pretty sure his own costume is from a bad porno. Youth's just looks like a kid's attempt at dress-up.]

...Well, it would look better off me.

[Youth is always up for a challenge. And for Bell.]

[He really does feel off, and he's a little embarrassed that he'd done something not very smart, again, but it's distant. In fact, even though he's got a few worries on his mind they're distant. Youth is feeling rather relaxed, and still amused by the word 'elevator.']

[Off. Youth eyed Bell before dipping a finger in the slightly spicy sauce and drawing a line of it down Bell's neck. Leaning in he licked it off. There. That was off. And that inspired a snort of laughter from Youth. For some reason it was funny.] And that is off you now.

[He reached up and undid the top vest button of Bell's outfit.]

[Oh, I bet.]

[This relaxed, high Youth (sans costume) would be amusing to keep around or revisit once in a while, if it didn't mean he was on a trip, really. Next time, Bell decided, he wanted to be high too, just to be in on the jokes and experience the trip during sex, even if he hated the idea of not being in control of himself anymore.]

[Bell chuckled a little, more at Youth finding it funny than at any actual humor, and then dipped a gloved finger into the sauce and drew it down his cheek to his neck again. ]

I think you missed some.

[If Bell said he liked a relaxed Youth, he could potentially get a relaxed Youth in a future. Or someone who was attempting to be relaxed.]

[The normal fluster wasn't there as Youth pressed close to Bell's back, against the very tight pants. The seduction of it was slightly lost in him snickering as he leaned in to clean up the sauce from Bell again.]

Even I am not getting that much on you, and I am eating over you. You are messy.

[It was obvious it was on purpose. That didn't change how amusing it was to be eating the sauce off of Bell. Starting to get a bit into it, Youth sucked the sauce off of Bell's chin.]

[Attempting to be and being were somewhat different things, but Bell might ask. A very chill time might be an interesting change in pace.]

[He was pretty sure the already tight pants became tighter.. The seduction of Youth's body against his backside and Youth's voice in his ear was not lost on Bell.]

Oops. Maybe you should teach me some manners, hm?

[If it sated Youth's ravenous appetite, Bell would be happy to wear more of the sauce and let Youth clean it off him however the other man wished. He scooped some sauce up again and let it slide down the open front of his shirt.]

[Knowing that it was something Bell wanted could be the difference between trying and being. Youth trusted Bell and Bell's experience. It wouldn't be too hard.]

[He could see the change in Bell's body and he rocked against his partner, encouraging it.]

I think that would be hard. But I would start with being on time. Except that I have now been late because of the elevator! Elevator. It elevates!

[Youth shifted around to Bell's front to get at the sauce, leaning down and licking at it as slowly as he could before adding a bit of teeth to it.]

But you can be rude now. If you would like.

[Maybe he would ask then. He just didn't want to suggest to Youth that he'd prefer the man was anything but the enthusiastic person he truly was. Enthusiasm had its good points, too.]

[Bell braced a hand against the countertop as Youth rocked against him from behind. His hips rocked back, grinding once or twice, just a little teasingly, enjoying now just how tight the pants were, and that he could feel Youth's body through them.]

On-time is overrated...

[Bell groaned at the touch of Youth's teeth against his skin. He smeared the sauce over his lower lip and then licked it off his gloved fingertips, sucking on the ends thoughtfully.]

It'd be easier if there was more of me exposed to be rude with. [He swatted Youth gently in the chest with the end of the riding crop--another reason to think this costume was from a porno.] And more of you to be rude to.

[Being different and acting different for a night to try out something new were not the same thing. Youth would never stop being enthusiastic about life and everything, but he could role play just a little.]

[The grind back got a grunt out of Youth. He didn't miss that he had Bell bracing on the counter. It was fun to have Bell pinned.]

Time is important! It is courtesy! And it is... important!

[Bell's groan had even Youth's strange and stretchy pants starting to feel tight. He pulled Bell's head closer, sucking on the covered lip before sliding a tongue in. He let the kiss last for a very nice, long time as he finished undoing Bell's vest in accordance with the comment. The swat got the kiss broken as he looked at what Bell was holding.]

What is that?

[Youth started trying to cooperate, but he couldn't get the thing on his back off on his own. It was snapped in some way he couldn't see.]

I think I will need help with that.

[Alright. Roleplaying was fine, just so Youth understood it was a game.]

I like my time, though...

[Bell got lost in the shared kiss for a good while, barely even noticing the vest was now undone until Youth pulled away. His pants were unbelievably tight now, and he could feel Youth's reaction against his own. This was the kind of "high" he enjoyed.]

Just...[He swung the crop down against Youth's thigh.] A prop.

Hm...well, let's see... [He walked slowly around Youth, inspecting the outfit, and Youth, slowly. It looked like it was attached at the shoulders...and maybe something to affix it lower, too, so it didn't flap around. Bell gave a tug and the shell detached from one shoulder of the costume, and another tug freed it from the other. After removing the shell entirely from the back of the turtle costume, he gave Youth's ass a nice swat with the crop, and then slid the end of the crop down along the cleft.] Need help with anything else?

[Youth wasn't about to take 'living life' advice from someone who was aloof and modern and unconcerned about being on time or getting up early. But he'd definitely try things in the bedroom with Bell.]

That is the point. Everyone likes their time.

[The small sting felt strange but good. His eyes followed the item as Bell moved, turning his head to see him until the shell was in the way. It was strange to have the shell off; the weight hadn't been bothersome and it had added drag while running, making the workout more intensive.]

[His breathing sped up at the second swat, and he looked back at Bell over his shoulder with half-lidded eyes when the item rubbed against him. That felt good, and Youth was starting to figure out what sort of a prop it was. He felt surprisingly at ease. Chill, almost.]

Yes. [Youth turned, challenge in his dark eyes, as he rubbed his groin against Bell's. He should be stammering, but everything seemed fluid and fitting.] With this. I need a lot of help. You can keep using that.

[All of those were overrated! But bedroom experiments, yeah, Bell could be ok only teaching those things to Youth, and not teaching tardiness, etc.]

I like mine more.

[The costume was a million times more tolerable without the shell. Now at least he could get his hands on Youth properly, and not feel like he was about to screw a turtle or something equally kinky and not his thing. He smiled slyly at Youth, surprised to find no blush and awkwardness in Youth's expression. It was as much a turn-on as the handsome blush could be, but because of the lack of blush, it didn't feel as much like Bell was commanding or guiding him with the crop as just playing as Youth played back. Chill and confident was interesting on Youth. Very interesting.]

If you insist. [He leaned in over Youth and against the man's back as he pulled on the zipper at the back of the costume. The crop meanwhile hung loosely from his hold, swishing back and forth like a horse's tail as the tress brushed against the fabric of the costume over Youth's groin. Once Bell was done with the zipper, he playfully rubbed it along over Youth's package, admiring his handiwork from over Youth's shoulder, and then smacked the crop on Youth's stomach.]

That is not fair to others. Like people who wind up waiting.

[There wasn't any argument to his voice. Youth was in a very mellow, happy, and turned on place. He'd been fed and he was being touched. There was a little bit of wonder at how natural everything was seeming to flow, but that got pushed aside. It only made sense for things to be natural. He was home and Bell was here.]

I insist. [Youth's head falls back, onto Bell's shoulder, as Bell teased him. The brushing wasn't nearly enough, which made the rubbing perfect. The slap of the prop felt better than Youth thought it would. He was very much enjoying that. He shrugged out of the costume, letting it fall, and reached back behind him, running his hands up and over Bell's rear to untuck the ruffly shirt. Then his hands slid up Bell's bare back, pushing up the fabric with the slightest hint of blunt nails as it went.] What is it, that, called?

Mm...Patience is a virtue.

[Bell let his gloved hand run up Youth's now bare chest, teasing a nipple with short pinch. He kissed Youth's neck and then released him so Youth could wriggle out of his costume and Bell could enjoy the view. Bell shivered slightly against at the nails, pressing forward into Youth's body. He removed the gloves, dropping them, along with the crop, onto the countertop, before allowing Youth to decide what to do with the frilly shirt.]

A riding crop. They're used for animals, I guess, but I've only ever seen them in movies and stores for adult toys. It came with the costume. [He picked it up, trailing the end over Youth's bare skin gently.] It's got potential, hm?

Being timely is even more so.

[The pinch got a quiet gasp. He very much enjoyed the mix of a small bit of pain along with everything else, and Bell seemed to know exactly how much to give. It was almost surreal, but Youth wasn't complaining. Youth turned to get Bell's shirt off, unfastening the buttons and pushing it back. His hands went to Bell's waist as he admired the very tight pants and the very nice view. After the glance he reached down to cup Bell through the fabric and rub, just a little.]

Riding crop. [It was only fitting. One of them, at this rate, was likely to ride the other. He leaned into the gentle touch, surprised at how soft it was.] It does. And you know how to use it. [Youth gave Bell's flesh a small squeeze, emphasizing that it felt like the crop had a lot of potential, before slowly unzipping the pants.]

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Well, I never claimed to be virtuous. You did.

[Bell surrendered the shirt to the floor, and took his time appreciating the feel of Youth's hands over his hips. The rub to his groin had him rubbing back, looking for more friction than Youth was giving.]

Mm hm. [Bell gave a soft grunt at the squeeze, hips moving in an attempt to entice Youth to touch more, and do more. Flicking the crop back and forth, he shrugged. Bell didn't want to get carried away with the crop. It was fun, but it wasn't exactly his thing. Maybe the one time, though. Youth seemed to enjoy it. Another friendly swat to Youth's rear.] You want me to use it, we're going to have to go for a ride.

I do not remember claiming that.

[Youth pushed into the rub slowly, easily. Everything was building and... smooth. Very smooth. He felt the need, but it was just there, another part of the relaxed feeling.]

[As Bell pushed against him, Youth reached into Bell's pants and fondled his partner, stroking along Bell's length. He grunted at the swat, nodding.] Yes. [His eyes opened, and he looked at Bell.] And who is riding who tonight?

[Pushing Bell's pants down, freeing his erection, Youth fingered the slit at the tip before leaning in and kissing Bell hungrily.]

Youthful, virtuous, same thing.

[A week was not a long time, but he missed Youth and his body missed Youth. It was not nearly as smooth and relaxed as Youth's feelings were. He ached a little. After Youth's death, and assuring each other they would try to stay, the elevator nabbed Youth. The Sphere seemed determined to remind them constantly how easy it was to keep people apart. This time, anytime, could be the last time. He had to remember that.]

[He licked his lips.] However you want me.

[His mouth hung open a second, reacting with a gasp to the touch. He kissed Youth back hard. The crop forgotten, his hand twisted in Youth's hair, his other hand wandered down to grope Youth's rear, pulling their hips against each other.]

Are they? So you are calling me virtuous?

[Youth had missed Bell terribly, but right now he was seperated from the stress of being trapped, alone, needing to find a way back. There was desire floating through him. It just wasn't focused, no matter how much focus his body was starting to show. He couldn't worry right now. Later, he would. After all, upon his return, even his collar was taken from him.]

I want you. It does not matter how. [He nibbled at Bell's earlobe before dropping his voice low.] What do you want to feel, Bell?

[Youth groaned at the strength of Bell's reaction. He shifted his hand to hold Bell's length against his and rocked, slowly. Youth slid his other hand up Bell's back, feeling the scars and shoulderblades. After some reflection, he did have one preference.]

Against the counter. Not in bed.

Something like that.

[And his body was showing a great deal of focus. Well, Bell had tried to say 'no, you're clearly not with it enough for sex', but...that worked out only so well when he himself was, and when he wanted it.]

[Stupid confident sexy Youth making him horny and almost weak at the knees with just little things.] ...Inside you.

[Thank god the kid was out training...and hopefully would be a while. Now Bell just needed some lube, though just standing here, moving against each other steadily was hard to step away from. His fingers wandered from Youth's firm, tight ass to between the cheeks, ghosting up and down teasingly. Lube. Right. Maybe there was something in the cabinets, though oil wouldn't be exactly wise. Ah well. The bathroom or bedroom wasn't that far, he supposed.]

Leaning on the counter, or you want to be bent over it and taken from behind?

[Youth hadn't picked up on Bell hesitating at all, so the implication that he wasn't there enough was lost on him. He wanted this too. Somehow Bell managed to always excite him.]

[More like stupid relaxed sexy Youth. All the normal trip-ups would be back when he was done tripping. But for now he was just going with the flow of things and had no reasons not to.] I like that.

[He liked the other too, just as much, but this way was probably better for Bell's sake. This way Bell wouldn't be getting increasingly frustrated as Youth did everything slowly instead of hard and fast.]

[Youth wasn't helping the situation, keeping up the pace on them both even as Bell teased him with touch. He pushed against the fingers, just a little. The question took thought, something that wasn't all that easy. Leaning would be interesting, though it was the other that sounded the hottest. Especially if Bell played a bit more with the crop.] We have never done the bending over. Let us change that.

[His eyes scanned the kitchen, considering the same thing Bell was. Unfortunately, they didn't have much that would work in this room. They couldn't do much in the kitchen often. Youth gave Bell's lips a quick kiss before he reluctantly released the both of them and stepped into the living room. The closest was under the couch, actually, tucked back and hidden in case of things getting... interesting, and in the interest of it not being discovered by Lotus or the dogs. Later he'd probably turn beet-red when he realized he'd revealed to Bell that he'd put some there. For now, it was just practical.]

[Returning, he pressed the bottle into Bell's hand and his body against Bell's. Youth took the opportunity to languidly kiss Bell.]

[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.]

[Since Bell felt that Youth looked like a moron in his beloved green spandex, it was hardly surprising that he still was interested in Youth in a goofy turtle costume. Especially after a week of not getting any, combined with a fight with Genius.]

[This was something Youth would be aware of after the trip. He probably would avoid all 'special' things in the future; too much of the moment was missed. His gaze got distantly curious. He might as well find out if Bell enjoyed things both ways as well.] I like inside you too.

[Right now it was an almost-but-not-quite-detached slowness. Youth was into it, but he wasn't entirely there. He really could stand there for hours kissing Bell. Certain parts of his body would wind up a bit frustrated, but the rest of him would be happy. Frowning, Youth watched the crop near his face. He wasn't sure he was comfortable with the idea of being hit like that. But before he could voice anything, Bell made it clear that wasn't the plan.]

[Youth nodded, getting breathless as he let Bell guide him. The cold counter was a complete opposite to the heat of his body and the heat behind him. Resting on it, bent over, Youth nodded. Part of him was saying that this was a stupid position idea because he could hardly kiss Bell during things now. Another part said that it was pretty hot to not be able to see what Bell was doing. And then there was the smallest part of him that was exercising all the self-control it had at its disposal to keep him from grinding against the counter.]

Bell... [There was a little bit of pleading in his voice. Not a whole lot, but it was there.] Please.

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