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He smiled and pressed an easy kiss against Colden's forehead, snuggling under the covers with him.

"Mm... Oh - I tend to be extremely..." He paused, searching for a good word that would not make him blush. Surprisingly, Asher blushed fairly easily. "Excited. Pretty much all day. But with you - your scent, your everything - god. It drives me crazy."

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"As I learned this morning when I woke up to a kiss," Colden quipped, his voice colored with amusement. The corners of his eyes crinkled when he smiled and he wrapped his arms around his waist.

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Asher smiled.

"How would you like to go about this? I mean - my excitement has been controlled for a day and a half now - that's a record. I am already deeply connected to you, but, I understand that you might not feel the same. Are we dating, or are we together? Can I... Uh, exert my excitement?"

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Colden laughed aloud now and pressed his face into Asher's neck, "Yes, you can exert all the excitement you want. I won't complain, trust me. I was just worried that taking it too fast might ruin things."

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((Alright. How do we want to play this? We know I like smut scenes - I'm a huge romance nut, in all forms. Whatever you feel comfortable with.))

Asher grinned like a little boy.

"Can I exert excitement now?"

He sounded like, Can I have a cookie?

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(Hurr hurr, I roleplay smut scenes as well, so don't worry. Usually, we're asked to switch to private messages, though recently I've been too lazy to do that and I just RP them on threads xD)

Colden's lips met his neck and he sucked on the skin gently, "Yes, if you insist."

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((Thread or PM this time, love?))

Asher rolled them over so Asher was on top, Colden's legs around his waist. "Mm - trust me. I insist." His voice had darkened, deepened, thickened, having a bass that was not human to it. His lips met with Colden's, eager, demanding, passionate, his naked chest pressed against Colden's.

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(We can stick with the thread, idc lol)

Colden pushed his elbows into the bed, elevating himself into the kiss. He matched Asher for passion, his lips fervent as they moved with his. His lips parted and he brought his tongue out against his bottom lip.

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His shoulders hunched, protecting Colden from view. He was grateful he had shoved the door closed with a foot.

His hands tangled into the mass of Colden's hair, bringing him impossibly closer, legs twining with his. His lips parted, tongue darting out, teeth connecting with Colden's bottom lip, lightly tugging it. His face was eager, but it was some sort of serene, like no one could hurt him right now. And no one could.

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Colden brought his hands around to grip Asher's lower back, nails pressed against his skin light enough not to hurt. They were just a tangle of limbs by now, both boys wrestling with one another, though this was definitely not the kind of wrestling one would see on TV.

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He gave a low, guttural groan.

It was the middle of the day, sunlight streaming through half-open blinds. He reached out blindly, turning on his MP3 and fumbling for the speakers plug. He connected them, turned the MP3 way up, and latched his hands to Colden's a**.

His fingers pressed between the cheeks, and his body tensed, arching up. "Clothes. Off. In my way." His voice was deep, a growl, and he tore the pants and boxers from Colden's body. "You have to get me yourself. Gotta fight for good things. No. f*** that." He reached down, kicking off his pants.

He didn't wear boxers.

The point of leather pants or skinny jeans was to show everyone something good, something untouchable.

"God." He rolled over, moaning, fingers stroking Colden's skin, lips attacking everywhere he could. Currently, his lips were wrapped around Colden's right nipple, his teeth lightly stroking the raised, erect flesh.

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His first thought was: Damn, this guy moves fast, before all thought was thrown out the window in reckless abandon. His mouth fell open and a breathy moan tore from his throat.

He thrust his fingers into Asher's hair, tugging the strands firmly enough. His hips arched forward, rutting against whatever part of the other's body that happened to be closest. He needed the heat, the friction they created together.

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A groan tore itself from Asher's throat as he worked his way towards the other nipple, capturing it in his mouth while his hands, his fingers, dug into Colden's hips.

He was grateful Colden was not a virgin.

He didn't think he could wait that long.

One hand let go of Colden's hip, his mouth switching from nipple to finger. The only warning Colden got was a breathless, "Don't you dare scream." Before the finger thrust it's way into that tender little place, that paradise, between his legs.

Asher bowed his head. "I'll try not to hurt you." His voice was low as his knees supported him on the bed, the hand freed from his hip stroking down Colden's belly, up and down, closer and closer to his pubic area, threatening to grip him. "You havva climax first. That's the deal."

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Colden's body immediately tightened in response, but he forced himself to relax in a few seconds, "Thank you for the warning," he grunted, legs spreading out to lessen the initial pain. His blue eyes were lidded and he peered up at him, a little smirk curling his lips, "And you have to make me come first."

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His lips neared the afore-mentioned pubic area, finger thrusting slowly, surely, into and out of Colden's body.

"Is that a challenge, promise, or threat?" His lips inched nearer, teasing him as a second finger was added.

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"A little of all three," Colden's voice broke off into a quiet groan. He pressed his hips down against Asher's fingers, his pulse quickening and his breath catching in his throat.

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He chuckled - it was a dark, dry sound, and his breath whispered over Colden's length. His fingers curled, looking for a particular spot - the male equivalent of a g-spot, one could say.

And then his mouth captured the head of Colden's length, tongue rolling around it. His thoughts: Screaming. I'll have him screaming my name, clawing me to ribbons and then clawing me a little bit more before I'm done with him. And I won't be done for a while. Oh, I'll test his stamina, because this... This is just the tip of the iceberg.

His lips slid lower while his fingers were still busy, a third joining the party. Pretty soon, Colden would be stretched enough (he hoped) to have Asher enter him without screaming bloody murder and having the whole damn Institute know about this. He hoped.

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He was right because as soon as his lips touched him, combined with the feeling of his fingers, Colden's back arched off the back and a loud moan, not quite a scream, tore from his throat. Fingers thrust through Asher's hair, tugging harder now, while his other hand clawed at the bed sheets.

All coherent thoughts and logic were well out of the window now and Colden shuddered violently, skin aching for more touch. More anything. Anything that would make him lose his head.

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Aha! Tricky little bastard thought he could hide.

A well of triumph that coursed through his stream of desire flooded Asher's mind as Colden screamed. Perfect. He got his wish - one of them, anyway. His fingers found that spot - the prostate, it was called - and teased it. A fourth finger.

His lips crawled farther down.

Farther, farther. To the base.

And back up.

His nostrils flared, causing his throat to close, hot and thick, around Colden's length as he began to slowly bob his head.

He was being a tease - foreplay was almost better than the intercourse itself. But this could count as intercourse. Just one-man-focused intercourse.

Fingers ground up into that spot, hitting both the pleasure and pain signals, retreating only to slam back into the prostate. It became a rhythm, and Asher closed his eyes, concentrating less on the fingers and more on the thick, hard meat inside his mouth.

He curled his tongue up, lapping at the meat like a cat, before he surfaced, peering at Colden with curious eyes. His fingers trailed down the length, curling around it, fisting, jerking him up, the other hand planted firmly on Colden's hip, keeping him in place.

"Are you ready?" His voice was low, the lowest it had been all.. Night? Day? Encounter.

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Colden's body wanted to move, though it was kept still by Asher'a hand. His cries kept pouring out of him every time Asher slammed his fingers into his prostate. It literally felt like he might explode at any second.

His cries were reduced to whimpers, as he bit down on his bottom lip so hard that it threatened to break skin, "Please!" He begged, hips wiggling, "More!"