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[carrythetorch]

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Move faster.

[He's fussing to cover the fact that he is still blushing about how pleased he is that Galo was talking about it as our bed. And yeah, how unhappy he'd felt in that instant when he thought Galo was rethinking his move-in invitation.

But then they're in Galo's room and in bed and he's more or less sprawled on top of Galo and yes, good, this is the place he wants to be. Perfect.

Except Galo starts talking and Lio blushes darker.] That's what it sounded like you were doing!

[He reaches up and very tenderly plants his entire hand against Galo's face.] Idiot... how do you even say things like that with a straight face.

[That said. He draws his hand away and now he's brushing the back of his knuckles along Galo's cheek. Sorry, he got embarrassed.] You're it for me too.

[barenakedspirit]

[Galo hums, content to lay back and slide his hands up under Lio’s jacket and shirt. He’s patient in the bedroom. Lio always makes it worth the effort.

He turns his head into the brush of knuckles against his cheek and grins.] You’re the one that was cruising for nudes and you’re talking about how I can say things with a straight face?

How did you ever get ‘oops Lio you can’t move in to a place you’re practically living at already’ when we’d just decided where we were fucking in the apartment. [He rolls his hips up and huffs, a little put out but it’s pretty much a mock pout. Winding Lio up is a hell of a lot of fun and tipsy he is like a cat that keeps drive by batting at another.]

This is like that time you tried to ask me if I remembered to get the mail when you had your hand down my pants. [His hands slide down and grab Lio’s ass, squeezing him as he rolls his hips again and gasps,]

All I was thinking about was getting you on the counter.

[carrythetorch]

That's entirely different.

[He wanted nude pics of his hot boyfriend. Galo goes and says all sorts of heartfelt things in ridiculous ways. Lio Route. Really. God. ...he loves this idiot so much.

He purses his lips, a full on (very mature) pout right back at Galo. Fine. FINE..] You could have changed your mind about it while I was walking to do the door--ah. [He trails off into an appreciative sound at that brief -- too brief -- friction as Galo rolls his hips up.]

Hey. That letter was important. I was multitasking.

[But yeah right now? No multitasking. Everything is focused on Galo, and Lio dissolves into a whimper as those hands grip his ass, and he's rocking back down to meet Galo.]

You're wearing way too many clothes right now. [Any clothes are way too many. Granted he's wearing a lot more than Galo, as per usual, but that's not the point. The grumpiness is fading away entirely and he leans in to touch a kiss to Galo's lips.]

[barenakedspirit]

I’m just wearing a pair of pants! [Galo announces, his voice a little too loud in the quiet bedroom. He leans up to meet Lio halfway and nips at his bottom lip. He rocks his hips up again, his hands gliding up to Lio’s shoulders and pulling at his jacket.

He drags it down, assisting in getting it off one sleeve at a time. He arches under Lio, grinding into him with a breathy,] While I was waiting I was thinking you said yes and the couch wasn’t special enough for celebratory sex. Had to be our bed.

[carrythetorch]

Like I said, too many clothes.

[He said what he said, Galo. But he's distracted with kissing and grinding down against the other man. He tries to be cooperative with getting his jacket off, but he's impatient to let his hands return to Galo's chest, roaming greedily over warm skin.

He shifts enough so that he's straddling Galo's hips, which gives him better leverage to rock down against him. It also gives him good location to begin kissing down his neck, his throat, down over his chest.

Though there's a pause as he looks up, murmuring quietly.] I like our bed.

[barenakedspirit]

You said yes. [He repeats with a grin spreading across his face. Their bed. He gets why Lio has his moments of waiting for the other shoe to fall. It's the same reason he always checks to make sure something new is okay. They're battered by life but together...

His hands fall to Lio's hips and he breathes his name.] Can't get my pants off unless you move a bit.

[He shoves his pants down as far as he can get them and slides his hands up Lio's chest under his shirt. He always loves to touch him and watch Lio react. Here in the bedroom Lio comes alive and shows he's just as passionate and still burns. His fingers glide up over the tight muscle of his chest and nails gaze over nipples as he grins wider.] Lioo, come on. Shirt and jacket off. Let me see you.

[carrythetorch]

[So both of them are a little broken, a little hesitating to believe that the good things really are that good and built to last. But they're figuring it out together, and that's a very good feeling.]

I'm moving.

[Getting Galo's pants off is excellent motivation. But he's also terrible distracted by those hands, and busy arching to them, voice catching.]

Fuck. Stop distracting me.

[He doesn't actually want him to stop for even an instant. But he moves to stand on the bed, balancing despite the precarious footing, one foot on either side of Galo's thighs. Here you go, Galo. Enjoy the show. He slips his jacket, tossing it to the floor before he starts unbuttoning his shirt, slipping it from one shoulder and then the other before letting it fall away.

His hands drop to his belt, but he hesitates.] Oh. You only said shirt and jacket.

[He can't hide the smirk.]

[barenakedspirit]

[He stops to watch the show. Lio never fails to look good and it would be a crime not to appreciate that. He helpfully pushes the jacket and shirt off the bed.

Only to huff up at him. Leave it to Lio to tease him with what he didn’t say. He huffs again then his expression turns devious.

Two can play at that game. He arches his back off the bed and pushes his pajama pants down. Then he stops, pants still barely on his hips and hooks a finger in the side.

He makes eye contact as he gives it a little tug.]

[carrythetorch]

[...turn about. Well. He expected this. He just thought he could be stronger than it. He can;'t. Those pants are still on and god Galo is beautiful and Lio tears his eyes away from where they're clinging to his hip and meets Galo's gaze.]

Off.

[Lio will relent on his own teasing, since that seems only fair. He unfastens his belt and begins shimmying his way out of his pants as well, taking his underwear down with them. His patience is entirely gone by now anyway.]

Please?

[barenakedspirit]

[His grin turns feral but he makes no move to obey. The clink of the belt draws his eyes down and then he pulls his pants down over his hip. He grabs the other side and slides his pants all the way off.

He kicks them aside and sits up, running his hands up the back of Lio's thighs.] Sure. Grab the lube? Your pick who gets fucked tonight.

[He might pay for that teasing but it's always worth it. His grin hasn't left his face as he reaches to toss aside Lio's pants and underwear.]

[carrythetorch]

[There. No more clothes. Lio kicks Galo's pants off the edge of the bed. He retrieves the lube before resettling, dropping back to his knees straddling Galo's thighs. Back within touching range, so he can run a hand down Galo's chest, down over his stomach, teasing the tip of a finger slowly along the length of his cock.]

I told you I was coming for your dick. And I came. So you're gonna give it to me.

[He informs him before saying something that tipsy Lio says like it's perfectly natural, but sober Lio will groan at the memory of saying,]

But since it's the first time in our bed... make love to me?

[He'll die inside at how cheesy it sounds later. He means it anyway. He's moving in. They're in their bed so sue him he wants sweet and tender.]

[barenakedspirit]

[His hands slide up Lio's thighs, silently admiring them and up his sides. Galo swallows back a groan. Lio's touch is light and left fire in its wake. The wild light in his eyes fades to something softer as he sits up.

Galo pulls the pillows up against his back.]

I'd like nothing better. [He leans in and his lips touch Lio's. Need curls inside him as he cups his face in his hands. Tipsy Galo isn't that different from regular Galo. His filter is just set way lower than normal.]

[carrythetorch]

[Tipsy Lio's filters fail entirely, and he's prone to saying all the sappy things he'd normally be too flustered to say so easily. Especially on the night that Galo has asked him to move in with him.]

Good.

[He leans in to meet that kiss, hands pressed to Galo's chest now, even as he inches himself closer so that he can press against him, rocking against him so that his own arousal is pressed to the other man's.]

[barenakedspirit]

[He opens his mouth and runs his tongue across Lio’s lips. He makes a small needy noise and rocks his hips up as Lio grinds against him, feeding the heat building between them.

It feels so damn good he could lose it just like this. But he wants to make love to Lio as much as Lio wants him too. He runs his hands down over Lio’s back down to his thighs. He likes it like this with Lio hot and eager in his lap.

The size different between them is so apparent. Galo kisses Lio’s neck and slides his hand into his hair.] Welcome home, Lio.

[He reaches for the lube with his free hand and coaxes Lio into another kiss, drinking him in as if he were the air he needed to breathe.]

[carrythetorch]

[Lio whimpers to Galo's lips. It's always startling just how quickly Galo can wind him up. Just being near him, just the feeling of those hands on him is enough that Galo is all he can think of.]

It's good to be home.

[He murmurs to Galo's lips. Home. He's home and he's with Galo. Lio can't keep still, can't stop from grinding against Galo or keep his hands from roaming over the familiar contours of hard muscle under heated skin. Lio breaks from the other man's lips, kissing underneath that strong jaw, lips and teeth exploring.]

Galo... [He whines quietly, impatient.]

[barenakedspirit]

Hang on... [He murmurs against Lio’s lips as he pops the cap on the lube. His hips roll in time with the desperate grind. He rests a hand on his hip. His breath comes out fast and hot, almost ragged.

Lio’s hands are sparking the fire into an inferno. He growls low in his throat and slips lubed fingers down over Lio’s entrance. He rubs the spot, working a finger in as he tips Lio’s head up and kisses him again, breathing sweet nothings between brief kisses.]

Relax. You know I’ll make this good if you just wait for it.

[carrythetorch]

[Lio melts into that kiss, murmuring Galo's name every time the kiss breaks before he chases it for another one and another. He stills as that finger works its way inside. His patience is already a wreck, and he knows that.

But he also knows that what Galo says is true. He always does. Fuck. Honestly it probably shouldn't be legal how good being with Galo is. That doesn't stop him from exhaling a low, needy whine.]

You always do. You always feel so good. I need it, I need you inside me.

[He reaches to one side, feeling blindly for the lube that Galo discarded, finding it so that he can help, can smear it down over Galo's cock, begin to stroke him with slow, slick motions.]

You need it too... [His voice is breathy, low and roughened.] Don't you?

[barenakedspirit]

Yeah... [His breath catches in his throat and he arches his hips off the bed. The need is burning through his veins and the only thing that could put it out is Lio.

He grabs the back of Lio’s head and guides him into a fierce kiss with a needy noise.] I need you, Lio. I need to make love to you...to make you feel as good as you make me feel all the time.

[He carefully works his finger inside Lio. He is always patient with this step. In the reverse he isn’t always patient. That one time in a hotel with floor to ceiling glass that Lio wrecked him up against comes to mind.]

I’m patient for you. [His voice is low and deep, husky with desire as he shivers under a particularly good stroke.] You’re so good, Lio. Love you.

[carrythetorch]

[There it is. Galo reacting to his touch is one of his favorite things. And god it doesn't matter to Lio how it happens. Maybe surprising isn't the right word, but from the beginning, it's never mattered how they do it, all that matters is that he's with Galo. He loves the feeling of Galo inside him, big and hard, those hands on his hips. He loves that Galo can be almost unbearably beautifully gentle and can fuck him within an inch of his life by turns. He loves being the one to bury himself in the other man, to feel Galo react to every movement, to groan and plead for him.

And he's way too wound up and they've only just started.]

Galo... [He breathes his name like a plea, legs shifting further apart.]

Love you too. [He answers, voice hitching. But he forces himself to focus, to letting his thumb tease just below the head of Galo's cock before drifting up to press along the slit. Somewhere along the way he's gotten less "helping get Galo ready" and more "very focused on giving him a handjob" though he's determined not to end this before it begins, so he eases off after a moment. Then starts in again. It's a slow and deliberate cycle of teasing.

His other hand grips at Galo's shoulder, like he just needs to hold onto something.]

[barenakedspirit]

[Lio’s plead tears a groan from his mouth. He needs to be patient. He is big and he never wants to hurt Lio. He presses a second finger into him, working them as he kisses him hard.

He breaks away before they can deepen it, breathing like the bellows. He can’t focus with Lio working him and keeping him from building up. They have learned each other’s bodies and limits. But it never fails to destroy him when Lio controls his pleasure.

But he doesn’t want to finish until he’s inside him, their breath intermingling and moving as one. He scissors his fingers and notes Lio is almost there. His patience is fraying. It’s burning up and he can barely contain the blaze.

He wants to be gentle tonight. But Lio’s need is so strong he isn’t sure gentle is what Lio wants. He wraps his hand around the back of Lio’s hair and pulls lightly to draw him back enough to ask.] How do you want me tonight? Tell me Lio.

[carrythetorch]

[They have learned each other by now, and Lio is quite confident in his ability to push juuuust far enough right now. And it's beautiful, the way Galo is breathing, the groans falling from his lips that Lio wants to swallow down.

He watches him, eyes fixed on him raptly.]

Beautiful...

[But well, Galo's fingers inside him are distracting, driving on the need in him because it's so close to what he really needs.

That grip in his hair catches all his attention though, and a whimper slips free of his lips before his head falls back at the pressure. Oh. He likes that too. He meets Galo's eyes with his own, tongue flickering out to lick at his lips.] Don't care just need you inside me now.

[He'd intended gentle and part of him still wants that, but he's keyed up and he needs him so much. So what he goes with is half a command and half begging,] Wreck me.

[barenakedspirit]

[It's like opening a door and he pulls his head back further, breathing out a laugh. He kisses him again, sliding his tongue over his mouth.] Okay.

[He pulls his fingers out and presses Lio's thighs apart with one of his own. Wreck him, Lio had said. This isn't a night where they drive each other crazy teasing until one snaps and begs for it. His hands fall to Lio's narrow hips and digs in, one hand dropping to lightly move Lio's hand off him.

He silently thanks Lio for getting him ready with a kiss to his chest, biting at the skin with a hungry growl.]

Breathe out, [He says as he pulls Lio down onto him, moving slow. His grip on Lio's hip is tight, fingers making indents in skin. The heat of him tears all thoughts away except for Lio and he lets go of himself to grab Lio's other hip and guide him down.] We'll be...gentle in the morning.

[He breathes out as at last he bottoms out. His hands run up Lio's sides as he sits up enough he can position Lio's legs around his sides.] If we feel up to it. You wanted wrecking...

[carrythetorch]

[Lio groans to his lips, nipping lightly before he nods.]

Okay... [He answers as he lets those big hands guide him. He shifts his legs wider apart, grateful that Galo isn't trying to tease him. He thinks they're both wound up right now, both caught up in each other in a way that Lio never knew he could be until he found Galo.

He lets his hand be moved away, instead moving to run along Galo's arms, up to his shoulders, where he grips hard, nails pressing into skin as the other man pulls him down, as he feels his body yielding to Galo's cock, sinking slowly down on him. It shakes a moan free from his lips, and he nods, exhaling.]

Mm... the morning. [He agrees, hooking his legs around Galo, whimpering as it has him shifting where the other is buried fully inside him. His hands lift to run up Galo's shoulders, to cup at either side of his face.]

I want it, [He agrees, a cocky little spark in his eyes that matches the smirk on his face.] I can handle you, Galo Thymos. Whatever you've got.

[barenakedspirit]

[He leans forward and gently kisses him, his hands coming up to hold his head. He brushes his thumbs over his cheeks.] I know you can.

[Galo says as their lips part, then he grins with wicked gleam in his eyes.] Just remembered you asked for it. We're gonna burn together, Lio.

[His hands slip down, raking his nails down Lio's bare back to grab his ass. He lifts him up, until he's halfway inside then draws him back down. He ducks his head to nip and bite down the side of his neck. The pace builds steadily, like a fire through dry brush.

The heat spreads as he grins at him.] I love how you look when we're like this. Feels good but...I love seeing you happy.

[carrythetorch]

[Lio hears himself whimper to Galo's lips at the sweet gentle kiss, lips parted and eyes half lidded as the other man breaks the kiss. But oh he sees that light in Galo's eyes, feels the hands grip at his ass and somehow, somehow he's still not actually ready for how good it feels.

He lets his head fall back, not bothering to try to quiet the sounds slipping past his lips as he falls into the the rhythm of rising and falling that Galo is setting. His arms wind around him, fingers burying in his hair. His other hand runs down his back, nails dragging thin red lines over his skin as he hisses his approval at those teeth. They're both coming out of this bearing the marks of it, and that is fine with him.

He feels like he's burning up in the most exquisite way.]

Galo...

[That grin. It'll be the death of him.] Idiot. [He growls, fondly. How can Galo just say something sweet like that that is so devastating. It's a killing blow for his heart really. As if Galo didn't already own it.]

I want to make you happy too, you know.

[He informs him.] You're so good to me. So good... Galo.