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[ A beautiful blush on those pale cheeks that the blond commits to memory, the thought feeling Ganymede with more warmth, and even further excitement despite the fact he categorizes the gaze directed at him as filled with a feeling of disbelief.

Maybe because he can't think of it as anything as kind of adorable.

But the answer that comes forth from Michel is also something he's expected. He never thought the man lied to him, and it also does the trick. Or maybe it's the kiss that has.

Feeling himself pulled closer, tighter, and touched even not too scandalously sparks more delight within him. The slight reprieve in the kiss has his breaths coming a bit faster. ]

I never doubted. Not with you. You're so good to me Michel...and I hope you can feel good in all of this too.

[ With his head positioned a bit lower, Ganymede presses a kiss against the top of the other male's head, even if it's against the other's hair, as his hands move to slide a bit up and down where Michel's sides are bare, underneath his open top. ]

[ Michel doesn't think he's done anything that would warrant being called "so good," but he stifles the urge to protest by pressing another kiss clumsy in its urgency to Ganymede's throat just over the beat of his pulse.

He feels overexcited as a teenager from just this much touching. But Ganymede's breaths are faster by his ear already, so it's hardly just him. ]

Is it really so simple to make you happy?

[ The part about him feeling good hardly warrants answering, when that's going to be too obvious very, very soon. He draws in a startled breath as Ganymede's palms brush down his sides, gentle and intimate. Did Ganymede really mean "whatever you want to do?"

A little surreptitiously, Michel's hands slide lower on Ganymede's waist. But he can't quite get the courage yet to feel him up as overtly as that, and after a moment's hesitation, he settles one hand on Ganymede's leg just above his knee. The gentle up and down motion of the caress slips his fingers just under the edge of the wrap of Ganymede's bathing suit, scandalous only to Michel personally. ]

[ If Ganymede had knowledge of how little Michel continued to think of himself, he'd insist on proving it on how many kisses he could give to him in the next moment to number how much good he has been to him.

... Is this based firmly in logic? No.

At least the both of them are already feeling keyed up from this amount of intimacy, which people might say barely scratches the surface of foreplay. But their opinions don't matter. ]

Is simplicity so bad?

[ Ganymede asks, gently. He likes things straightforward; clear, because that's honest. There's no murkiness, nothing like what Apollo and his henchmen tried to submerge him under. Though, he knows reality isn't always so simple. He understands that, but he asks anyway, because what's important is that it is how he is. The simple things are easy enough to make him happy, if he's with Michel.

The touch Michel gives after venturing timidly forward feels like definitely quite a pleasant leap, Ganymede unable to hold back a little laugh, because the touch feels startingly a bit tingly, even with the heated water surrounding them.

Feeling a bit more intrepid, he wants to get used to this feeling, and Michel, to the sensation of his own hands. So, the blond moves one hand from Michel's side, to where he can lightly brush across that chest, and down his stomach. It feels incredible...just to do something like this. ]

[ Is simplicity bad? At the heart of it, everything Michel has ever wanted was incredibly simple. To be seen as he is. To be met where he stands. It's so unexpected that elegant, proud Ganymede would have so few desires for pretense beneath his proper exterior. ]

No. Certainly, never that.

[ Ganymede's words are like a gentle spring breeze, sweeping away the last of his doubts. There's no reason it couldn't be as simple as he says. A simple exchange of emotions, a simple desire to make the other feel good. When Ganymede laughs, one corner of Michel's mouth twitches, even as he arches the tiniest bit into Ganymede's touch. ]

...Why are you laughing?

[ But he leans down before Ganymede will answer, trying to catch Ganymede's lips in another kiss. He grows a little more confident by the second, letting his whole palm settle on Ganymede's thigh as Ganymede's hands explore over his chest and down his stomach, drawing quiet little hitches of breath from him. ]

[ Ganymede likes to think that he's only been made complicated by his experiences, because before he was such a simple person, who knew little of hurt, or what it meant to distrust anyone, anything, or anyplace.

That's just how he was. Though, now he's certainly somewhere in between. Still, the answer forthcoming from the other is more than welcome.

The telltale lingering smile on the blond's face is all that Michel needs to see that he's happy to hear it. Watching the amusement his own incurs from the other is also well worth it, even as an answer is close on the tip of his tongue. Halted, when his lips are caught in Michel's.

But he has no protests forthwith or forthcoming. He only feels himself jubilantly melting into the kiss, as well as returning it, with as much passion as he can manage. He wonders also if...Michel needs the top still; it's just hanging from his shoulders, right? What if he lightly nudges off one shoulder? If it needs to be unbuttoned further to manage, he's feeling bold enough for that.

But surely, he must be feeling too heated wearing it, yes? ]

[ The very reasonable, very practical line of Ganymede's thinking isn't going to meet with any objection from logical Michel. He's dimly aware of the shirt slipping from his shoulder, although if Ganymede wants it all the way off, he'll have to get those bottom few buttons. Which shouldn't present much challenge to a man of his determination. Michel gives a little sigh of relief as it falls far enough to unequip itself — he is feeling overheated — and leans in to kiss Ganymede more insistently.

His first kisses had been clumsy and uncertain. And he still is... but Ganymede's boldness is catching. Michel tilts his head a little as he tries to change the angle, finally daring to just brush Ganymede's lower lip with his tongue. Is it too soon for that? He eases his hands back up to Ganymede's lower back, just steadying him a little. ]

[ Something about the convenience of undressing in a game doesn't slide Ganymede completely by, but with there being far more skin to cover, and Michel passionately enacting a continuance of the kiss? He sure is well beyond distracted, but his hands aren't. He begins his exploratory touch anew, fingers passing over defined or undefined lines on the other male's chest, dipping down to appreciate that stomach.

But, when he feels the other lightly brush at his lower lip with his tongue, Ganymede knows (thinks) he understands what Michel is searching for. At the same time he brings his fingers, with his light, appreciative touch back over to the top half of Michel's chest, he opens his mouth, to allow him entry should he wish to pursue it. For a moment his eyes even slide closed, breathing definitely faster, quiet sounds that might escape currently caught by the kiss. ]

[ Michel doesn't feel too much guilt about the mild liberties he'd made tweaking his avatar just yet. The muscles are firm and well-defined, but not bulky by any means; neatly in the range between his brothers' builds and not impossible for him, if he made a few changes to his habits. But much more enjoyable for Ganymede to explore — at least, in his estimation. And that's all the more enjoyable for him, too...

He swallows a little gasp as Ganymede's hands drift. Despite the heat of the water, goosebumps rise beneath Ganymede's fingertips everywhere he touches as excitement ripples through Michel. It's embarrassing that he can't help but jolt into every touch, equal parts surprised and eager and pleased by each new sensation.

Who would have thought he'd so quickly have a need for the research he'd been doing? He's giving it his all to not go too tense, despite the fact that his head is a riot of thoughts along the lines of "avoid opening your mouth too wide, which can alarm your partner"... At least he thinks his hands are steady when he lifts one to cup the back of Ganymede's head, lacing through his hair as Michel accepts that invitation and brushes Ganymede's tongue very gently with his. ]

[ A perfect balance, if anyone asked Ganymede about it. It grants him ability to have somewhere to brush fingers appreciatively along, perhaps in nothing less than at first careful exploration into more of an elevated boldness that rises with each passing more. He decides that his hands have strayed conservatively long enough.

Fingers are gentle when he has them lightly, testing, purposely rest on each pec, temporarily stopping movement. Right as Ganymede lets out a soft muffled sound when they seem to deepen the kiss, with that tongue sliding in to meet his; it feels incredible, even with how careful they're taking this.

Right, careful. Ganymede is reminded of where his fingers lay, even with those fingers lightly combing through his hair, and he has a finger brush against one of Michel's nipples, just to...you know. He has been tempted to touch, and they've come this far, so even this is reasonable, isn't it? ]

[ By most standards, this is certainly careful. And by Michel's, it's already a headlong rush into something whose momentum he can't rein in anymore. The sound Ganymede makes has his heart racing desperately. He leans in as if to chase that little noise, lips coaxing and playful against Ganymede's, the taste of Ganymede sweet on his tongue.

His whole world had narrowed almost to just that. But Ganymede's wandering hands recall him abruptly, and not even the kiss can quite muffle the sharp indrawn breath he takes as his nipple peaks under Ganymede's fingertips. He presses his chest into Ganymede's touch, pulls him a little closer at the same time with the one hand he still had resting low on Ganymede's back. This time, he's not surprised by the reaction of his avatar's body to all this — of his body, really. It really does just feel like his own. ]

[ Even embroiled in the passionate flare of their current moment, Ganymede likes to imagine that he still has enough presence of mind to think things clearly. Such a thing is a bit dubious as he sinks further into the kiss, perhaps enabling it to become a touch sloppy as well. He has no care about any sort of dignity, only wanting more of it.

The sound he conjures straight from Michel is almost like a miracle in of itself. So, with the other coming closer, reacting as he does, he lets the finger run over it again over and over, even as he pulls his head back, just to catch his breath. ]

...It feels nice, doesn't it?

[ He asks, a little breathless, heart pounding fiercely as his cheeks are reddened, yet Ganymede meets the other man's eyes even so. ]

[ "Nice" is underselling it a little... Michel must be blushing all the way to his ears by now, his lips still parted and damp from their kiss as his eyes lock with Ganymede's again.

That look just makes him want to kiss Ganymede again. Instead he slides his hands up Ganymede's sides, coming to rest high on his ribs. He likes the way Ganymede's slender body fits against his palms. ]

Should I show you? Or, maybe you already know...

[ Ganymede's possible past experience doesn't trouble him, although it makes him a little nervous to think how he might compare. Tentatively, he rubs his thumbs over Ganymede's nipples in a deliberate caress. Watching Ganymede's face as he does this is embarrassingly intimate, but he can't look away. ]

[ Ganymede can certainly see the vibrant blush clear on Michel's face. A beautiful picture that he's not going to forget in his mind so easily. It's captivating, and such an image makes him also want to delve in again for another kiss. He feels those hands slide up his sides, the touch feeling nothing less than majestic, unable to hold back an excited shiver.

Or perhaps that's because of the other male's words. ]

N-no, I don't.

[ Not personally. He hasn't any experience in such intimacy at all. But he has an idea, from not-so-innocent stories; and such he's touched himself in the most basic of ways. But, when Michel's hands are upon him, gentle, he shivers again, a soft hitch in breath leaving him as the blond can't help but press a little further in response to those fingers against him. An obvious blush flares across Ganymede's own cheeks, and his eyes are soft, but he seems more than receptive. His hands move to rest against Michel's shoulders all the while. ]

...But now I do. Being touched by you feels—good.

That's a relief...

[ It would almost be a very deadpan joke, if it weren't for the tinge of very real emotion in his voice. He's still nervous — it doesn't feel beyond the realm of plausibility at all that Ganymede would suddenly decide this feels awful. Uncomfortable.

Although at least some of the grimmest concerns Michel had had seem unfounded. He ducks his head to brush a light kiss against Ganymede's jaw as his fingers continue their slow circles, gentle and teasing. ]

It doesn't concern you at all that neither of us know what we're doing?

[ Not that he expects caution to have much of a role in Ganymede's life. Least of all here. But he's talking just to talk, at least a little. If Ganymede liked his voice, well. He can provide that. ]

[ Ganymede has to wonder if it were something like that, but it only lasts for half of a second at most, recalling how Michel is, and hearing the soft emotion rolling in from his tone.

As for his own concerns, he is so in the moment, he has lost sight of those, despite how nervous he feels. As long as the other is as eager as he is, he tells himself, what has he to worry about? The light kiss makes him want to steal another, to which he does, lips lightly grazing the other's in turn.

And the touch? Ganymede isn't able to hold back his quickened breaths, his eager leaning into that touch as it continues. ]

Both of us want the same, right? Why should we be concerned that we don't know what we're doing now? We'll eventually know how it goes the more we do this, right?

[ Ganymede asks, because he's committed, and his words may seem rather bold, than anything. ]

[ Ordinarily, Michel would be too nervous to do anything but freeze up by now. But he feels strangely at ease here. In this body? Or is it because of who he's with? He leans in to meet Ganymede lightly in the kiss, half-closing his eyes. ]

...Mm. It isn't that complicated. I only want to be certain that this — that all of this feels good for you.

[ Stubborn and bold are two of the things Michel likes best about Ganymede. He can feel the way his breathing comes faster, and it makes Michel feel bolder in turn. He slides his palms down Ganymede's chest again, fingertips tracing the flat muscles of his stomach down to the waistband of his bathing suit. ]

Because you're so kind like that. I understand.

[ Ganymede says gently, but seriously. Having someone who cares about how he feels, how this will be for him...he feels he has really lucked out in so many respects. Even if previously his life has been a balancing scale between that and the exact opposite.

Those fingers sliding all over him feel like a hot brand, but far more comfortable than that. Another gentle, but quick kiss against the other's lips, and his eyes deliberately look into the other's as he dares to ask: ]

...Would you like for it to come off?

[ The question in of itself is presented softly, but meaningful. They have gone rather far, and Ganymede truly is committed to go all the way through. To think, this will be the first person he'll be willing to bare himself completely naked to. ]

[ No, he thinks that's the ordinary amount of care to show... It's nothing special, or kind, is it? Who wouldn't want their partner to feel that way? Let alone Ganymede, who's already lived through so much. Who's given Michel nothing but warmth and hope in return.

"I hope you're prepared for me to drag you along at times," Michel remembers. The intensity of Ganymede's eyes meeting his right now has a pull all its own. He swallows hard, throat bobbing as his palms caress Ganymede's hips and nudge him gently forward in his lap. ]

...Yes.

[ Intensely so. He'd never imagined wanting to see another man naked; but then, he'd never imagined wanting anything or anyone this much. His fingers brush the fabric again, although he hesitates. ]

We can go — inside to the inn, if you want...

[ Is that like admitting that they intend to go further than just this kissing and cuddling? His heart is racing too fast and his thoughts feel hazy. ]

[ Yet, it's really all that it takes. These gestures which seem just so normal are amplified by the fact that it's Michel who is doing them. His partner, the one who he so loves so much.

The one who is not afraid to hold him with affection, to even see him as a person who is beautiful beyond his appearance, even if he treasures that wholeheartedly as well. Someone, who can say a simple sentence filled with happiness, and carry his heart beyond places Ganymede never fathomed it could have been. ]

...I don't mind if we do or don't. It isn't like anyone's around to see us.

[ Ganymede asks, before leaning forward to press a gentle, but lingering kiss to the side of the other male's neck. His words perhaps more bold than he feels they are, far too caught up in the moment to take notice. ]

But, if you prefer that, let me know.

[ The thought that someone could walk in on them hadn't really crossed Michel's mind. If he could convince himself to move away from Ganymede, it might be worth putting up a "keep out" sign by the gate...

But he can't keep thoughts clear in his head while Ganymede is still touching him. Those warm lips against his neck make him tilt his head back, his eyes closing outright. ]

Where we are doesn't matter. This is...

[ Fine? Much more than fine, if he's honest. His heartbeat is fast enough now that he's grateful the game doesn't have sensible safety measures built in for that. His fingers finally return to the waistband of Ganymede's wrap, working at it carefully. He's never tried undressing someone else before. But how many engineering degrees can it possibly take to figure out whether the thing wraps or just slides off? He'll manage, with his determination. ]

[ That'd be hilarious and absolutely championed by Ganymede himself.

Whatever the case, he's feeling the reaction from the other when he leans in, and with the way Michel's head tips back, he can't help the urge to bite down a little.

Though he will pull back just a bit in order to answer: ]

...This is good enough, right?

[ Well, Ganymede isn't going to stop Michel either way. The wrap easily comes off, unequipping with ease. To think it just took a few seconds, eh? But, despite the intensity of the situation, and with himself completely bare in all the ways it matters, something like a smile blossoms on Ganymede's face, and his hands reach to cup his cheeks. ]

I'm all yours, Michel. Can I see all of you too?

[ When Ganymede bites down, Michel feels the jolt of pleasure through his whole body; he jerks, one hand quickly rising to Ganymede's lower back to keep him from tumbling back.

"Good enough," doesn't begin to cover it. But Michel thinks even Ganymede's enthusiasm might be challenged if he said, "this is like touching a spark of the divine." Too much. But he can't curb the fervor of his thoughts so easily. ]

...This is perfect.

[ You're perfect. He flicks a quick gaze downwards, torn between shyness and curiosity, but the second Ganymede's palms touch his face, his eyes find Ganymede's again.

All his. And what he has to offer in return is... maybe it isn't truth. But if it's at least a little closer to what Ganymede deserves, that would be enough. ]

Such as I am. If that's what you wish.

[ This him, at least, is all Ganymede's. No less than the other — but with less shame and reluctance shadowing the thought. He feels almost weightless, and not just from the water, as he pauses to finally turn off the censorship option and then lower a hand to his swim trunks. ]

[ He feels the hand resting against his lower back, acting as an anchor to keep Michel steady — though for the record if the other had spoken those words, he'd probably have gotten somehow embarrassed.

Seeing the shyness, inquisitiveness swimming in that gaze makes him repeat the phrase in his own head — or maybe that's not quite either. Just looking at Michel, he can only remember starkly how perfect the other man is. ]

It is.

[ His words are spoken in barely a breath — practically a whisper, but audible nonetheless. Ganymede presses another kiss again to the other man's lips, seeing no reason to believe he can't tug it off while doing so, and maybe even slipping a hand down to the other side of those trunks. To help him along, oh-so-innocently. ]

[ If it were the real world, the physics of this would be substantially less convenient... Michel shifts Ganymede up a little, one corner of his mouth quirking as he feels Ganymede's hand slide down to help him. The last of his clothes unequip and leave him as bare as Ganymede is; but there's no chance yet for Ganymede to look when Michel leans in for yet another kiss, slow and soft.

Is this what it would feel like to be ordinary? Pulse racing just from excitement, and not from fear? It's just like he'd daydreamed of, shy and furtive. He hadn't imagined that Ganymede could really want to. ]

...Well. Here we are.

[ None of his research had given him the least clue what to say in this moment. He doesn't even know what would sound romantic, and not embarrassing. But his fingertips dance lightly up Ganymede's spine again as he finally leans a tiny bit back to trade a glance with him. ]

[ Ganymede feels the shift ever-so-slightly, though he isn't focused too much on that, especially with Michel bare naked in front of him. Of course, he isn't so innocent not to let his eyes roam. What's the point of being modest now?

Yet he is distracted sufficiently well all the same. The soft, gentle, and loving kiss encompassing his attention up until it stops. ]

Here we are.

...I think I want to...

[ The words escape him, but he dares to, with his hand to explore a little lower, to have his hand take stock of what is underneath, between the other man's legs. Should he find his prize, he will tentatively wrap a hand around it to give a caress. ]

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belated NSFW warning, censorship toggles are comin off

ooh la la~

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