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[once they're untied raven kind of fumbles, flustered all of a sudden, and tentatively reaches over to pet noah's ears]

Are you alright?

[hmm. fond and affectionate feelings, a little amused but mostly charmed. he's reaching over to kind of. haul raven into a hug.]

More than. Can I help you?

[surprised and awkward, but not pushing noah away. he's wound up, aroused and needy, but anxious, too]

... I... yes.

[kissing his cheek. dere, but there's also want thrumming through him, if a calmer and slower kind.]

How would you like?

[his face is so red it's hot to the touch, and he bites his lip]

Just... touch me.

[before shame and embarrassment take over]

All right.

[another kiss, this time to the corner of his mouth, and G'raha's reaching to undo Raven's pants, helpfully shameless.]

[his lips part with a sigh, on the edge of desperate, and he lifts his hips to help with that. still hesitant, apprehensive, but the raw desire in him is ramping up in anticipation]

[it's at this point that Noah switches from his dominant hand-- making sure it's warm flesh that takes Raven's cock in hand, rather than faceted crystal. he starts stroking him, at a middling pace immediately, pressing kisses to his jaw.]

[lets out a weak moan when noah finally touches him, and brings a hand to his mouth to muffle his own noises, though his hips immediately start moving, rutting into his hand]

[he doesn't stop him, just working his hand with the thrusts, entirely permissive and entirely into it. speaking softly, encouraging.]

'Tis okay to let go.

[fuck. he wasn't prepared for that, and a wave of emotion crashes through him--lust, need, fear, desire, confusion--and it isn't long before he's trembling, hand clasped over his mouth, slicking noah's hand with precome]

Hhhah--

[noah is still just... all fond acceptance and slow coiling, pleasant desire, in the face of that. not in the least bit intimidated or repelled, simply stroking him through it.]

[when he comes, it's with a breathless, muffled cry into his own hand, head a swirling mess of feelings, but the anxiety and fear has almost been completely drowned out, and he's just riding a sea of endorphins and desire]

--fuck...!

[holding him through it, making soft, encouraging noises, still stroking him until it seems like it will overwhelm.]

[he finally goes limp, all tension drained out of him, and his arms drop to his sides. eyelids fluttering, he turns his head to noah and kisses his lips, perhaps uncharacteristically soft and sweet]

[it's cute. raven is cute. noah kisses him back, languid, entirely here for it. he simply hadn't wanted to push what may be considered a line, but if raven is kissing him he has noooo complaints.]

[sighs into noah's lips, content to just kiss and luxuriate in the afterglow for a while. maybe if he gets lost in feeling good, he won't panic about what happened]

Mmm...

[maybe if he just enjoys good soft afterglow feelings, he won't have to flip the fuck out!]

Mmhm?

[juuust indulgent feelings, pleasant and warm.]

[yes, maybe he'll just do that]

... mmm.

[just hums a pleasant sound like it's an agreement. and cuddles.]

[... a surge of fondness rises in raven, and he's suddenly so, so needy for this--for connection, for intimacy, for closeness

maybe if he doesn't say anything, the moment won't end]

[noah seems perfectly willing to give it, and he can kind of tell, that raven doesn't want this to end, even if the feelings are vaguer than that? he's in no rush, at any rate.]

[eventually raven finds it in him to speak, quiet and soft, as he brushes his knuckles along noah's cheek]

"Drink to me only with thine eyes, and I will pledge with mine... or leave a kiss but in the cup... and I'll not look for wine."

[oh noooo. so cute. don't laugh, no matter how charmed and well-meaning! raven seems kind of vulnerable, so be gentle.

he is, however, smiling.]

Would that I had the words to follow ones so honeyed as those.

I'm only saying them because I... don't have the words of my own to express... everything.

[aaaaa. his heart is fluttering]

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