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[brawlcreed]

[His heart beats excitedly, his hands grip Henry's hips tight. Jacob leans into the touch of those hands and already has his eyes half-closed ready to invite a kiss. But then Henry says those words and Jacob pulls away again, his eyes wide.

He doesn't really know a lot of French, but he does know "mon" is "my". Henry called him "my" something. It makes Jacob's stomach do weird flips and twists. He breathes and tries to keep his voice from shaking]

Sorry. I didn't pay much attention to French lessons. What does "chaton" mean?

[handsomefoil]

{ Every little new expression on Jacob's face has his own stomach doing an excited twist as well, relishing the way his voice sounds and trying his damned best not to simply rip everything off himself. He can exert control over himself, at the very least. His eyes slim, almost cat-like despite having no influence from the moon whatsoever and he drags the same hand up his chest to curl fingers around his chin.

He tilts his chin up, finally drawing closer to scrape his teeth against his beard. }

Kitten, of course.

{ Then he presses a sneaky little kiss against the corner of Jacob's lips. }

You did understand the rest, yes?

[brawlcreed]

[He responds to that touch on his chin, his eyes lighting up in excitement again. And the teeth to his beard gets him to shiver a bit. Jacob lets out a heated breath. He could relax into this attention, except..]

Kitten? You called me a goddamned kitten?

[He glares, rolling them and pinning Henry down, teeth nipping at the man's ear before hissing into it]

I'll show you who's a kitten.

[He did understand the rest, but he needs to prove a point now. So his hand is in Henry's hair, pulling his head back to allow for Jacob's mouth and teeth on his neck. And his other hand wrestles with the buttons of Henry's shirt, wanting to touch the skin underneath]

[handsomefoil]

{ If he had the time to laugh, he would. He'd probably tease Jacob some more, and will continue calling him various nicknames until he accepts one. He makes a 'whoa' sound as he's rolled onto his back and immediately shudders at the sensation of enamel snapping lightly at his ear.

He grasps at Jacob's forearms, and grunts as his neck strains against the pull. It's all feverish grabbing and biting, retaliation for the cute little nickname and Henry can't help but find delight in such a reaction. }

O-oho, you didn't like that? You did for a minute though, didn't you?

{ Instead of Jacob's clothes coming off first, it looks like the other is intent on doing it the other way around now. There's a few layers to get through, though, so Henry's got some time to spare. He wrests his attention away from the mouth at his neck, breathing harshly, and grabs the offending hand yanking at his shirt. }

Rip anything, and I'll have you on your back.

{ That urge to call him 'kitten' again is so strong. }

[brawlcreed]

[Jacob doesn't answer the question in words, but there is a flush on his cheek that is answer enough: Yes. He did like it. Even knowing what it means now, Jacob doesn't dislike it.

Layers. Jacob is so frustrated with them right now. It is very tempting to tear into it with his hidden blade, and Henry probably suspected Jacob was thinking about it when he yanked at the hand]

I should take off my blade, then, so I won't be tempted.

[He does just that, dropping the gauntlet on the floor. He twists his arm so Henry can see it's gone before Jacob proceeds with working off the buttons so he can push the shirt off Henry's body]

[handsomefoil]

{ He can sense his frustration. Naturally, Jacob also wears a few layers himself but he'd been looking forward to watching the man strip nice and slow. Or very quickly, he doesnt care. As long he got to watch. He keeps this in mind for later, determined to make him do it.

The fact that Jacob doesn't answer in words though only gets a mischievous look from him, even as he's being pulled and tugged from Jacob's efforts. }

Yeah, we'll find a use for that sometime, I'm sure...

{ He huffs, and to move things along he tugs at his tie and works his arms out of the shirt. Even before Jacob can fully remove the layers off of him, he's reaching behind his head to yank him forward for a crushing kiss. }

[brawlcreed]

[He lets out a surprised nose moments before their lips crush together. Jacob responds with enthusiasm, nipping at Henry's lower lip. He runs his hands over Henry's shoulders, along his chest and down his sides, his lips getting more heated and hungry the more he touches. He shifted his body, trying to find a comfortable way to stay on top of Henry.

Eventually he stops their kisses and nuzzles against Henry's neck before nipping the skin. Jacob's teeth don't have the same sharpness anymore so he can bite harder. Maybe he's hoping for noises, maybe to be called mon chaton again]

[handsomefoil]

{ First it's all heat and gasping for air between kisses and suddenly it's not, pulling him out of that moment in a dizzying way. Teeth dig into his neck and yeah, the fact that he doesn't have sharp teeth doesn't take away from the pleasure of it at all. The pressure that he can comfortably build without fearing of tearing skin is a welcome one and he lets out a shuddering gasp, harsh in the quiet of the empty room.

And you bet your britches he'll call him a kitten again. The way he's biting him reminds him of that, regardless. In fact, he's going to start whispering in French altogether. }

So rough, my kitten. Keep using those teeth on me.

{ The hand that isn't gripping onto Jacob's hair for dear life is scooting up his chest again, feeling the broad surface up and down. }

[brawlcreed]

[He really should have paid attention when his father tried to teach him French. But still, something about Henry speaking to him in that language is arousing. And there are at least two words he understands. He shudders, groaning against Henry's neck]

Fuck. Fuck. Hang on.

[He doesn't want to move away from those hands, but his vest feels so constricting all of a sudden. Jacob pulls back and pops off all the buttons so he can get it off. That's a little better. Jacob nearly pounces on Henry, kissing his face and neck]

H-how.... how do you say "touch me" in French?

[handsomefoil]

{ As he feels his own words penetrate Jacob, knowing how it hits him from his shudders and groans, he chuckles back against him. He sighs, looking up at him as he forces his vest off in a very violent way and he can't help the look of surprise.

Ripping a vest isn't as easy as people think, but he also knows Jacob is incredibly strong. Even if Jacob hadn't asked what that phrase had meant, he probably would've said something similar to it anyway. }

T-Touchez moi...touche-moi, s'il te plaît.

{ That's an easy one, at least. He aimlessly scrubs his fingers against Jacob's scalp, combing through his hair as skin is peppered with kisses. }

[brawlcreed]

Touche-moi, s'il te plaît.

[He probably butchers the pronunciation a bit but the heat in his voice will make up for it. Jacob slows his kisses so he can take his time over Henry's jaw and cheeks, down his neck and dipping to his collar-bone.

While his mouth is busy with that, Jacob works on unbuttoning his shirt. He doesn't take it off, but assumes the bared skin will tantalize enough. And maybe the chest hair will too, he doesn't know]

[handsomefoil]

{ He groans softly at the attempt, regardless of any butchery. }

Oh, gladly.

{ Hoo lord. Who would've thought taking it nice and slow like this would drive him this crazy? Not Henry. Not while Jacob's using what he feels is the most attractive language in the world, sounding like that, and shifting around to what he assumes is taking off his shirt. Opening his shirt. Whatever.

He obliges the breathy request and his hands are exploring his neck and chest, scraping short nails through the hairy patch and finding that surprisingly satisfying against his fingertips. In comparison, Henry is slender and sparse in body hair, which maybe some people like. He doesn't know nor care. He turns his fingertips pointed down and continues the descent, tracing his muscles and rounding around his ribcage like he did the last time, digging in and finding the firm flesh underneath even more fiery to the touch. He's build like a brick wall with a pleasing shape, and while it's tempting to wrap his legs around his waist, he'll hold off for now... }

Fuck, let's get that off you, eh?

{ His hands slide under the open clothes, dragging them back off his shoulders to try and encourage the guy to remove them completely. }

[brawlcreed]

[Jacob just tries to breathe while Henry touches him. It is slower than before, but it heats his skin in nearly the same way. Jacob's eyes flutter and he presses his face against Henry's temple. He doesn't want to distract, and having his mouth close to Henry's ear will let the other hear all the noises Jacob makes while he's touched.

Jacob makes a noise, shivering, and slides his arms out of the shirt so it can start a pile on the floor. That pile's going to grow. Jacob grins knowing that Henry will likely want to do a full survey now and take in the tattoos: the Peregrine falcon and the cross surrounded by diamonds. And Jacob can do his own survey of Henry's chest, his fingers slowly taking in every inch from shoulders to navel]

[handsomefoil]

{ This sort of closeness is almost suffocating, tender even, which is honestly a bit distracting in itself. He can feel goosebumps starting to bloom across his skin, which unlike Jacob's, is free of any sort of markings or tattoos whatsoever. The only scars he may eventually notice are those on his hands and arms, likely burn marks from say...a beam saber.

His eyes are drawn to the tattoos, of course, and wastes no time to exploring each ridge and scarring that may have occurred. Not just with his fingertips either, as he pulls himself close enough to press his lips to them. Pursing his lips, he traces them with the tip of his tongue and kisses the lines deeply with a soft moan. }

[brawlcreed]

[Well he's seen the beam saber now, so those scars make sense to him. He runs his fingers over them briefly. Jacob would have done a more extensive survey, but Henry's lips distract him. He gasps, fingers gripping into Henry's hair]

Shit. You're so fucking good.

[Not that he has a wide frame of reference, but still. Arousal warms him, and with how Jacob's positioned, Henry might start to notice]

[handsomefoil]

{ He inhales sharply between his teeth, closing his eyes for a brief moment to sort of savor that light sting of the hair pull and warmth in this minute. His mouth moves up to press his teeth against his shoulder and breathes deeply. }

Could be better.

{ His hand pushes against that same shoulder, as if trying to get him to roll to the side and lay back himself this time. }

[brawlcreed]

[He wets his lips, panting for breath, aching. Jacob let out a gasp feeling teeth on his skin. His fingers twitched in Henry's hair. His eyes widen when he feels Henry push his shoulder, and he obediently rolls on his back]

Show me. S'il te plaît?

[handsomefoil]

{ He practically coos at how pliant Jacob can be, with those foreign syllables coming out a little more naturally the more he attempts it. His hand smooths over that shoulder as Jacob rolls back. }

Shit...

{ Then he nestles himself in between Jacob's legs, nudging them apart should he need to so that he could practically meld himself against that hint of arousal he'd felt earlier. Kneeling, knees shoved under his thighs, he splays his hands across his entire chest to give it another appreciative rub. }

Just look at you. Such a beautiful specimen.

{ To which he rolls his hips experimentally as he's finishing that sentence. }

[brawlcreed]

[His pulse is racing so fast. He watches Henry eagerly, shifting his legs apart when they're judged. Jacob isn't sure what's going to happen so he's just going along with whatever Henry is doing.

And as if he isn't already flush from growing arousal, Henry has to say things like that. Jacob blushes, rolling against Henry]

Sh-shit.

[handsomefoil]

{ If he's being honest, he only really says those things to try and get a reaction out of people. Seems it's been doing pretty well on Jacob, so he's keen on continuing. He gnaws at his own lower lip at the sight, enjoying this immensely.

As he's keeping his slow rolling pace, he lowers his head and rests one elbow down by the side of Jacob's, framing and caging him in as he presses an achingly sweet kiss to his lips. In comparison to how salacious his lower body movements are, anyway. It definitely does not stay gentle, however, and he's already rolling his hips harder in a way that heavily suggests what Henry really wants to do to him. }

[brawlcreed]

[God, everything feels so damn good. Jacob rakes his fingers down Henry's back and up again. He can't get enough of them grinding against each other. He tries to shift his legs apart more. If his cry is any indication, he is pleased that Henry is not staying gentle. Jacob whimpers a little against Henry's lips. The kisses are aching, but so is everything else]

H..hahnn... Henry...

[There was another name they agreed he should use, but Jacob couldn't think of it. And he's obviously caught up in arousal enough that he's not going to confuse this Henry with Henry Green]

[handsomefoil]

{ The fact that Jacob throws all propriety out the window and calls out his actual name sends a surge of satisfaction through him like never before. }

Mmhm, and we're only getting started. Imagine what I'll have you calling out for next...

{ He draws himself up, pausing his ministrations to tug at the front of his pants, the last main piece of clothing getting in his way. There's a clear outline of his arousal straining against the fabric from the inside and it all but surges out when he opens them.

Unfortunately, he has to pull back considerably to tug the pant legs and his underwear down, but he'll make quick work of them and tosses them into the clothing pile. Sorta. He kinda just tosses it wherever. Along with those boots, his impatience only ramping steadily once he got to them. There's really no finesse at this point, he just really needs Jacob's entire body available to him.

Meanwhile, Henry still has his pants on. For now. }

[brawlcreed]

[What else would he call for? Henry's name doesn't allow much room for nicknames. Jacob can't really think coherently enough to consider alternatives, anyway. His focus is drawn to his trousers and Henry working them off. Jacob is nervous again as he feels them sliding off his body, but he doesn't ask to stop or slow down.

And then he was nude. Even in his limited experience, Jacob never got fully naked before. Now he is, and while he's not fully stiff yet, he knows for a fact Henry can get him all the way there. Jacob shifted to a siting position, reaching for Henry's hips to loosen his pants]

I could just call you a smug bastard. Now get this off.

[He tugs demandingly]

[handsomefoil]

{ He chuckles despite himself. If he knew what Jacob was thinking, he still wouldn't tell him what he meant. While he's not 100% what the man is like within the 'throes of passion' as they call it, it'll be learning experience for the both of them, that's for sure.

Jacob's Victorian-era clothing suit him very well. They fit him just right, not too baggy nor too tight and enticed him to touch, especially where the vest tends to cinch around the waist. Now that they're all off, there's a different sort of satisfaction at revealing everything that had been underneath. He grunts softly as he's shifted around by hands trying to divest him of his own pants. }

And you wouldn't be wrong.

{ He gets rid of his belt, tossing it to the floor, then goes up to swat Jacob's hands away. There is a definite smug expression on his face as he does this, undoing his pants and being relatively obedient despite that look in his eyes being clearly tempted to do otherwise. Once all their clothes are scattered about on the floor, Jacob will notice he's holding a small bottle that he'd fished from the back pocket of his pants before they were discarded. He doesn't address it, however, leaving it on the bed as he crawls forward to slide into Jacob's lap. Skin to skin, he shivers just barely at the sensitivity of it all. ]

[brawlcreed]

[His eyes narrow a bit at being swatted away, but he's not actually annoyed. Hard to be when the main feeling is arousal. Jacob waits for Henry to take the pants off himself, his eyes flicking to watch, a tremor of excitement going through him. He's seen Henry's cock already but it feels different now. Now there's just skin.

He does indeed notice that little bottle. He would have reached for it if Henry didn't crawl toward him first. Jacob finds that much more interesting. He gasps, shuddering a bit as skin touched skin. This was a lot to take in, so much more than he's ever felt. He shifts, lifting Henry a little so he's more comfortably settled. Or as comfortable as possible with Jacob sporting a growing erection.

Jacob kisses him then, lightly at first and then letting the contact build and deepen. He tries pulling Henry as close as he can]