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[ It's almost enough to make Michel regret how much more difficult his own outfit is going to be to push aside. But not very much, preoccupied as he is. He rubs his palm gently against Ganymede, just savoring the warmth of his skin through delicate fabric as Ganymede's tongue coaxes him into tilting his head and deepening their kiss urgently.

He wants... he wants so many things his head is spinning with them. His fingertips trace the shape of Ganymede's cock through his panties and his breath hitches quietly. When he can finally bear to break the kiss, he murmurs softly against Ganymede's jaw. ]

I want to appreciate these a little more. But I have to put you down first...

[ Only for a little bit. He still wants to try that just once, taking Ganymede up against a door or a wall, held secure in his arms... ]

[ A sharp gasp escapes him at the gentle touch—to which he has no complaints, and with the kiss, any other gentle sounds are muffled, if only for a moment his eyes even close. Feeling the way Michel's fingers tracing his cock makes him long more for that as well, even if teasing. He might have missed the way the other man's breath had caught, distracted as he is, though not the attention. ]

Then...you can put me down wherever.

[ His words are spoken softly, almost a whisper; meant to fit with the mood, though he is breathing a bit fast himself from the passionate kiss. He moves his head back, though, and shifts forward to plant a kiss on one side of the other male's neck, sucking lightly to make a mark...you know, before he is placed down. ]

Here.

[ Not far. His voice is still soft too, matching Ganymede's, and to spare himself the embarrassment of voicing anything louder than that. Has he been getting bolder with the experience, the gentle familiarity they're building up together? Maybe a little. It would be easier if his memories of doubt weren't quite so loud, crowding out the others lately...

But not now. He groans softly when Ganymede's lips press against his neck, his hold on him tightening reflexively. Michel has no stomach for pain, but the gentle pressure of that, the knowledge that it's leaving a mark... that can make him squirm a little and need to swallow an undignified noise before he puts Ganymede down lightly. ]

...Did you pick this for me?

[ Just a little bit bolder, after all. He sinks to his knees, running his palm up the inside of Ganymede's thigh as he slides the skirt higher again. His ears are probably turning red, but he won't let that stop him from pressing featherlight little kisses up Ganymede's legs towards his goal. ]

[ They're doing so well, becoming a bit more accustomed to these things. And, well, Ganymede certainly has been taking notice of Michel's own acclimation to it too.

...Though, he also hears the sound Michel makes, thanks to him. It's good, more than welcoming, and sends a jolt downwards, only for another similar sensation to follow at the very forward question Michel offers his way.

He feels as if his cheeks have grown hotter, for some reason. They have been already fooling around, and yet... ]

I was thinking of you, when I picked it out. It was a good choice, wasn't it?

[ No sense in lying. He had hoped it would attract Michel's attention so...acutely. He feels his heart race at the light touch, the palm arresting gentle skin as the skirt is pushed higher once more. He feels the gentle kisses pressed gently against his legs, and shifts his hands one to slide through that lone mane of white hair. ]

[ He can't believe he was brave enough to ask, even with no real room to doubt the answer. Ganymede is always straightforward like that... and, looking back at all those little preening gestures — for reasons that Michel may never fully understand, Ganymede wants Michel's eyes on him.

Even so. Hearing it makes his face heat more, and he turns to kiss Ganymede's thighs to hide the expression. His hand slips under the garter again, gently toying with it. ]

Everything looks good on you...

[ This might be his first relationship, but he knows that's not quite the right answer. Still. There's probably no room to doubt the enthusiasm of his approval when his lips are still traversing slowly upwards, until he presses a light kiss to the front of Ganymede's underwear and nuzzles him slowly through the soft fabric. ]

B-but... especially this, yes.

[ A longer skirt might have gotten Michel even more wound up, but being able to push this one so readily out of the way so he can do this... His customary shyness is seemingly forgotten in his curious exploration as he mouths at the outline of Ganymede's cock. Cute undergarments are apparently very, very appreciated by him. ]

[ Ganymede always loves to have Michel's eyes on him. The man's gaze makes his heart feel warm, burn with utmost affection, and...other things as well.

Feeling the kisses pressing against his thighs for his answer, he lets out a small laugh, that is more like a bit of a huff—perhaps from how it feels ticklish this time. And, oh, Michel really likes this outfit, doesn't he? More obvious than anything, but still...he takes in a sharp breath when he feels the other man boldly press that kiss against the cloth. ]

...T-that's good. Then—keep appreciating it, in whatever way you want.

[ His words are a bit clumsy when Michel pays more attention to the cock still bound by the cloth a bit more enthusiastically, fingers still moving gently through that hair, his breath a little heavier—between excitement and Michel's administrations. Ganymede is also keeping in mind for the future Michel's preference for outfits, but no concrete ideas when he's exerting that enthusiasm now. ]

[ Michel hums quiet agreement against Ganymede, his eyes going heavy-lidded in satisfaction. Ganymede's offers are always generous in the way that eases the worst of his nerves, assures him that he's not doing the wrong thing yet. Ganymede always offers him everything.

He slides his hands up to begin dragging the panties gently down, thwarted briefly by the garter, which he's unwilling to take off just yet. But he wants just these off... With an engineer's dedicated problem-solving, his fingers work carefully over fastenings to learn the shape of them even as his mouth presses more slow kisses to the front of that underwear. The puzzle decoded at last, he unclasps one garter at a time, easing the panties down just far enough that he can refasten the garters and then resume stripping the underwear down Ganymede's stocking-clad legs, trusting in Ganymede's dancer grace to step out of them once he has them low enough.

Even if Michel might be challenging that by keeping him somewhat occupied. His lips slide over bared skin at last, apparently just as enthusiastic about what was underneath the panties as the underwear itself. He nuzzles open-mouthed kisses along Ganymede's cock before finally stroking gently over him with his tongue, curious and exploratory. ]

[ Ganymede would happily give him everything...Michel deserves that too. Even right now, he thinks this, and that's a feeling he doesn't believe will change. Not now, not ever.

Well, either way, Michel is proving himself to not only be intrepid in his explorations, but strategic as well. Not that Ganymede is about to have any complaints, his gentle, yet attentive approach making it easier to disrobe any further barriers to his ultimate goals, and a welcome feeling spreading through him as he presses more of those kisses.

His efforts do bear fruit, and Ganymede does slip the underwear down, as far as it can go with Michel's head between his legs...maybe there is something, well. Indecently exciting about this too, that he isn't able to slip completely off his legs. But, finally, when he spreads kisses against his cock, and then his tongue lightly presses against him too...he whimpers. ]

M-Michel...more.

[ Ganymede isn't shameless to voice what he wants, with the direction Michel is heading in. ]

[ Michel has the sneaking suspicion that this qualifies as at least a little bit of a kink, because his breath hitches softly at the way those stockings feel under his palms. Having Ganymede still mostly dressed like this, as much as his costume qualifies... Very, very nice.

He'd never given much thought about doing this for a man before very recently. The mechanics... can't be all that complicated, can it? And he's certainly imagined it from another angle. He squeezes Ganymede's thighs just a little and laps slowly at the tip of his cock. If he can make him whimper like that again... ]

L-like this? Or, ah...

[ Well, he knows enough of the basic idea. Despite his enthusiasm he holds himself a bit carefully as he finally parts his lips to take Ganymede's cock just a little into his mouth, swirling his tongue down the length of it to adjust to the way it feels. He can't handle all that much of it... but Ganymede isn't really any more experienced than he is, and perhaps won't mind the learning curve. ]

[ Future clothes-shopping in the real world is going to involve certain outfits so that Michel can enjoy the experience once again when this all ends.

Light not-jokes aside, Ganymede hasn't been expecting Michel to go for this sort of thing because, well. As entangled as they have been with each other, they are still in the stage of expanding their sexual encounters, including enthusiastic exploration of different paths. It is proving to be a delightful surprise, though, especially when Michel continues to carefully press his tongue against his cock, another small whimper escaping him. ]

M-mm, yeah...ah—

[ Ganymede's words are a bit distracted when Michel takes even just a little part of him into his mouth, one hand moving to that hair again, fingers digging in lightly. Just this much feels good even if he wants more—it's nothing like what he's experienced before, letting out constant soft gasps, breaths coming out harder: ]

That—this feels g-good. You're doing good, Michel.

[ It's difficult to feel as shy about it when Ganymede keeps making encouraging little sounds like that. Michel closes his eyes in contentment, although a tiny noise of surprise escapes him when Ganymede's hand tightens in his hair. It's not discomfort, and Ganymede isn't pulling him in... he just hadn't known what to expect.

Like this, then. Just a little more at a time, until he knows what he can manage. If all he does is show Ganymede how much he enjoys seeing him dressed like this, that would still be effort well-spent. Michel hums low in agreement, about the only sound he can easily make with Ganymede's cock in his mouth like this, fingers kneading lightly against Ganymede's thighs as he leans in to take him just a little deeper. The taste — well, who knows how much realism they'd put into that. But he finds he doesn't mind that, either, and when he pulls his head back with one long lick down the length of Ganymede so he can catch his breath again, he's tolerably pleased with himself. ]

...These look so good on you.

[ He slides his thumb along the garter, tugging it so it makes the gentlest little snap against Ganymede's skin to indicate what he means. ]

[ It's a sheer force of will to not pull but Ganymede's inner strength and desire to not so much as make Michel sad or hurt trumps even his own desires by an entire galaxy, so maybe it also doesn't feel so difficult to just. Keep it there for now.

He squeaks from the feel of those vibrations, and then as he feels the slight movement of fingers pressing into his thighs, he can feel acutely right when Michel takes him in a bit more. That tears a sharp gasp, his legs even trembling a little as he bites his lip, the sensation of that tongue being pressed against his cock being even more welcome, enough to make his length twitch. Even when Michel pulls back.

Though he jumps with a little yelp when the garter is made to snap against his skin. ]

I...I didn't realize how much you'd like it. I won't forget that.

Maybe I'll even wear this again beyond a party, but for your own eyes only.

[ His cheeks are definitely flushed by now and he is enjoying this much attention from Michel's appreciation. He will even have that singular hand card through those light strands of hair again. ]

[ Ganymede is a hero... and as a result of his unmatched restraint, Michel feels perfectly safe in his hands, even in this unexpected position he finds himself in. He wants Ganymede to know every kind of bliss; and Ganymede wants to not make him hurt or frightened. The heat that unfurls in him is urgent, but the warmth of it is gentle. ]

Just for the two of us?

[ Another little shared understanding, just between them. Michel goes relaxed, eyes adoring as he casts another languid look up at Ganymede and licks lightly at him again. He's aware that he needs to go deeper, do a little more than just this teasing exploration... but the way Ganymede quivers is gratifying already, if he's honest. He slides his hand along Ganymede's thigh and gently rubs his fingertips higher, until he can tease just against him as though he might press them inside. ]

T-then... it's a little impossible for me to keep my hands off of you if you do...

[ His hopeful little look asks Ganymede, may I? But he doesn't echo the words aloud before he leans in to take Ganymede gently in his mouth, easing deeper than he had before. He thinks he can get — if not the knack for it, then at least, something Ganymede would enjoy very much. Until Ganymede is too weak in the knees and it's only practical for Michel to lift him up again, pin him up against the door like he'd planned from the outset, Ganymede's legs around his waist and Ganymede's hips filling his palms. ]

[ Ganymede gives a soft voiced murmur of agreement to the question, not feeling shameless for it. Only, perhaps, encouraged.

Though, all the same, he feels himself twitch, a sharp intake of breath evident on his end as the other male gently licks at his cock once more. He doesn't anticipate the other slide his fingers to slip up further, to rest where they are, the action so great a tease that it feels more tantalizing as it should. He imagines him slipping in, distracted with the thought as Michel makes his confession. ]

...I wouldn't m-mind—

[ Ganymede's words are swallowed up in a moan when he's taken in further, even if carefully. He gasps out Michel's name, the heat surrounding more of his cock very pleasant, driving him a little crazier this time. His fingers tremble just a bit, but continue to thread through Michel's hair adoringly, appreciatively. ]

—please, more. It feels good.

[ He doesn't make it clear what 'more' is. More of Michel's mouth, his hands, his everything? He'll take it all. ]

[ The please is redundant, but sweet just the same. All Ganymede needs to tell him is what he likes and Michel will melt to do it for him. A quiet "yes," those encouraging moans...

Michel's eyes close the rest of the way, and he slips two fingers into him as he daringly leans to swallow more of Ganymede into his mouth. This isn't so difficult at all. He's not artful at it... but he doubts he has to be, when Ganymede is so willing to learn together with him. He sucks gently and works his fingers deeper into Ganymede in a slow rhythm, waiting for each sign of impatience and Ganymede to urge him on. If one thing is good, then both at once should be — better? It's not exactly easy to focus on both at once, but he's counting on Ganymede to move himself towards whatever touch he wants most, help Michel establish the pace as Michel makes a low sound of invitation around him. ]

[ Ganymede, quiet? Oh, perish the thought.

Not that he has many thoughts in his head right about now with Michel taking him in more, feeling incredibly more of that feeling with that heat wrapping more around his cock. And then there's two fingers slipping inside, deeper, all of which make his toes curl, and he throws back his head, crying out.

His body trembles even if the other is moving at a slow pace with those fingers, and his fingers dig further into that hair. ]

F-feels g-good...more...

[ His words are more a gasp than anything. He tries not to move himself towards the other male's face. Ganymede can't help a light tug on the hair, though, even with his body twitching inadvertently, that mouth around him feeling like the most incredible of that touch, him gritting his teeth, and his eyes closing shut. ]

[ He loves Ganymede loud, demanding. Needy and unabashed about what he wants. Michel can't resist a smug little noise when Ganymede's fingers twitch in his hair. He hasn't yet given a single thought yet to how well he'd tolerate being pulled more — likely not well, not yet — but knowing that he's melting Ganymede right now...

It's a slow process, learning and exploration and simple enjoyment. He has to pull back from time to time to let himself catch his breath, and his efforts are sloppy, clumsy. Once he ventures a little too far and has to jerk back quickly, swallowing a startled and bewildered noise as his eyes water a little. But he's not hesitant to try again, finding a comfortable compromise where he can still stroke his tongue against Ganymede's cock as he takes him in, until the weight in his mouth begins to feel almost welcome and sends little jolts of excitement through him too. He presses his fingers deeper, just a little faster, uncoordinated but guided here by slightly more experience with what Ganymede likes.

When he pulls back for breath again he's panting a little, shifting his weight uncomfortably. A good Catholic man like him, lapsed or otherwise, can stay kneeling for much longer than this without even noticing. But the layers of the costume beneath his robe are very rapidly becoming unpleasantly restricting. ]

More... still?

[ His voice is a little lower, a tiny bit raspy from his efforts — an outcome that doesn't displease him in the slightest. He shoots a little smile up at Ganymede again. ]

[ Perhaps that's why Ganymede is trying not to pull too hard — it'd ruin the experience, and hurt Michel. His extraordinarily willpower feels so frayed like this, though — oh so much to the point that he's sure he's not going to be able to keep from making his demands. Not that he cares too much about that.

Even with Michel needing rest — to pull back, at times, the space in-between each rest only seems to heighten his anticipation. Though, the first time it does send something like alarm, until he realizes it is only inexperience requiring the rest that follow. His intrepid attempts that follow up always bring back that welcoming heat, which make Ganymede gasp, bite his lip, and even whimper. The fingers pressing in deeper, have him shiver, wanting to grind down on those.

When Michel asks again, the blond has an answer, face flushed, expression half-lidded, looking down at his beloved partner, already that lower voice sending another kind of thrill through him. ]

Yes...I want you — all of you. Inside me. Now.

[ He's sure Michel would want that too, with paying that much loving attention to him. Truly, Ganymede imagines he can't be unaffected. ]

[ Michel is the furthest possible thing from unaffected, and hearing Ganymede asking for everything that's been going through his own mind, too... He sucks in a sharper breath and finally rises again, half pinning Ganymede against the door with his weight to keep him steady.

The costume that had seemed like such a good idea earlier is certainly more of a burden now. He fumbles with one hand to try to get the robes open further so he can reach the now entirely too-tight pants and unbutton them. Ganymede's outfit choices were so much more suited for this... ]

"Now" might... take a second...

[ Although if Ganymede wants to help, or help by stepping out of his own panties from where they've slipped down around his ankles, that would likely bring them both one step closer to their goal. ]

[ A small squeak escapes him with ease when he's suddenly half-pinned against the door after Michel rises back up, even for ease of balance, as well as for steadying purposes. But, the best thing about this position and maybe the fact that he is very flexible is that he can raise one hand to grab onto the other's arm or shoulder. Whichever is closer, before bringing one leg at a time to slip carefully out of his own panties. Before bringing each back to where he has them before. ]

One second...

[ Ganymede cheekily adds with an almost breathless sense of humor. Also, only now does he finally take the hat off of his head too, tossing it and shaking his head a bit to allow golden locks mostly free anyway to fly a bit back and forth for fun. ]

As in, 'my pants need to be defeated and are the boss round', right?

[ He may be thinking back to the arcade and such at a time like this. Games within a game. ]

[ Michel makes a choked little laugh for that comparison, although honestly? These pants are the toughest boss battle he's faced in this game yet. He finally manages to shove them open, giving a quiet groan as he palms his cock and shudders. He'd love to see Ganymede dance for him again. But next time, if it goes on much longer... He might not even manage to get his pants off before he embarrasses himself. ]

...And what comes after the boss round?

[ He doesn't exactly have much hopes of making Ganymede a gamer. But the thought feels him with a little twinge of amusement, of warmth. He reaches for Ganymede's hips again to heft him up, leaning down so he can kiss Ganymede's jaw and let him wrap his legs securely around Michel's waist like before. That should help keep the robe pushed out of the way too. ]

Can we... right here?

[ Who said that there couldn't be any bit of humor in all of this? He hears the sound of Michel's laughter, which might as well be a note from an angel, though he keeps the comparison to himself. Distracted right away by the sinfully exquisite groan that escapes Michel right after. ]

What comes after? What if that's a secret?

[ A light tease, bright amusement clear in his blue eyes in turn. He's never been much of a gamer, though he'd like to pretend as much. When the kiss is given, he leans into it, pressing one against the other's lips quickly, easier perhaps or harder after he's able to wrap his legs securely around the other. And, ah... ]

Yes. Right here...let's do it.

[ Ganymede has had a fantasy of his own, of Michel taking him up against the wall, in his arms, like this, and his heart beat runs quicker for it. ]

A secret would be a bit traditional. For winning the battle under certain conditions, or for an optional boss...

[ Well. His pants were mandatory to defeat, unfortunately. The tangent will have to wait a moment. He's distracted again kissing Ganymede back, squeezing the lithe muscled thighs under his fingertips as he hefts him up. And trying not to get lightheaded when Ganymede swiftly affirms exactly what Michel wanted too.

This is... he hadn't dreamed about anything this adventurous before Ganymede. He likes the bed, and holding hands, face to face as he kisses Ganymede as tenderly as he knows how. But he likes this too. A lot. The urgency of it, that neither of them can bear waiting another moment longer. ]

You're always so...

[ Fearless? Adventurous? Warm-hearted, unsparing in how eagerly he welcomes Michel's touch? Michel shifts a little of Ganymede's weight gently back against the door so he can find his balance, lowering Ganymede onto his cock and thrusting up into him. Still a little careful, even now. Ganymede has never shown discomfort... and he never wants him to, not even for a moment. ]

...So it would still 'traditionally' fit.

[ Ganymede's words are muttered, soft against the kiss he is receiving instead, almost distracted himself—maybe to the point where it might be unclear what he's talking about when he says 'fit', heh. He's soon gripping onto those shoulders only a bit tighter when he feels the other squeeze his thighs. All at the same time as he is being lifted up.

Being adventurous in bed isn't something Ganymede imagined himself being at the start. But, his own mind proved him wrong once everything started going to hell. Proof of an overactive imagination? Or the fact that once Ganymede had something he never thought he would, he felt safe enough to imagine anything wilder at all? ]

Always so wha—hnngh!

[ His words are this time more or less halted mid-sentence with the other man lowering him on his cock and thrusting up into him. Michel had already played around with him enough that he feels himself welcoming his length, maybe easier than before as he tilts his head back against the wall, panting. He hardly has leverage to grind down onto the hard cock inside of him, but he does give it his best shot, eager to continue to take Michel into him. Judging by how eager he is, it's not a sound of discomfort, but perhaps surprise, and...contentment, in one sense. ]

Mm. Traditionally.

[ This would be quite the bonus round. Michel's eyes are narrowing in amusement, his own thoughts very eagerly following the misunderstanding down that questionable path. His breath is coming faster, warm and impatient against Ganymede's skin. And when he makes that little noise when Michel presses into him it's all Michel can do not to chuckle softly. ]

Too... too fast?

[ He doesn't think that's the shading on Ganymede's squirming in his hold at all, actually. But he does like to be sure...

He leans in for another kiss, their heights nearly even with Ganymede hoisted up like this. A convenience he hadn't fully imagined, in his daydreams, and a very welcome bonus. He keeps his kisses light, almost chaste, so Ganymede can answer properly even as Michel resettles him so he can begin to move in slow, teasing thrusts that scarcely pull out of him before pressing deep again. ]

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