(Way too late. Between Natsume grinning and sliding his tongue across his lip, Dirk decides that he needed to know what that felt like sliding against him. He delves back in for another kiss. This time he dips his tongue out against Natsume's lips. He doesn't want to suffocate the kid, giving him a chance to back away if it was too much, but the moment Natsume gave him any sort of positive gesture...It was game over.)
[That part's new. Kissing has been a chaste, innocent, schoolyard thing before, and Natsume's honestly never seen what the hype is all about. But that's before Dirk ducks back down and curls his tongue against Natsume's gently parted lips, and it sends a pulse of molten wanting down the boy's spine.
Natsume tries not to want anything. It always ends badly, he's always disappointed. But he wants whatever's being promised by the warmth of Dirk's mouth, and he doesn't care if it's bad for him.
So he rises up on his tiptoes, eagerly, making a soft, impatient, urging sound and fisting his hands in Dirk's sweatshirt again. The meaning is clear -- don't you dare stop.]
(Perfect. Absolutely perfect. He moves his hands away from Natsume's face to wind his arms around Natsume's waist and back as if to help Natsume stay up against him. He had no desire to stop this time around.
Instead, he sinks his tongue into Natsume's mouth, sliding their tongues together. He keeps Natsume locked against him and explores everything he can. He doesn't want to risk missing out on even a moment. His hands slide over Natsume's back, slipping up under his jacket so he can actually feel him, his body.
It was a tragedy they were in a park. Although maybe for the best for Natsume's sanity and virtue.)
[For his part, Natsume stays very still for a moment, trying to get used to the new sensation of tongue against tongue, of long-fingered hands sliding under layers of clothing. Then he decides that there is no getting used to it, and he instead just arches eagerly into the contact, mouth open, still making those soft, eager sounds low in his throat.
His own hands loosen their death grip on Dirk's sweatshirt, daring to slide flat-palmed over the shape of defined muscles, somewhere under the layers. There's a slight spark of envy -- Natsume is just above bony, small for his age and clearly underfed. It's gotten better in recent years, puberty prompting his narrow frame to fill out a bit, but he's still decidedly delicate compared to Dirk.
Whatever. It doesn't seem to be scaring the older boy off, so Natsume isn't going to dwell on it. He's just going to keep kissing Dirk, as long as he possibly can. Public park be damned, he doesn't care. Take him on the seesaw or something.]
(Kissing Natsume was better than he thought it would be. There was an unexpected eagerness that made Dirk feel wanted, that made Dirk feel like he had made every right choice he could have possibly made. He wondered what other kind of noises Natsume would make if Dirk moved his mouth elsewhere.
He likes that Natsume felt delicate. He liked that he felt like he could scoop Natsume up and carry him away from everything. Pick him up and put him wherever he wanted to. Which maybe he should do that. He's going to do that.
He picks Natsume up by his backside, hoping to get those thighs around his waist. Maybe it was a bit direct, but fuck it. He doesn't care. He doubts Natsume's going to care either. There's a prime circle of trees nearby that will give them some illusion of privacy.)
[Natsume makes a startled sound when Dirk picks him up, hands firm and big on his rear end. He's -- well, nobody's ever grabbed him there, and he's a little alarmed by how much he likes it. He pulls away from the kiss to gasp, arms going around Dirk's neck and clinging on.]
Don't drop me. [It's breathless but still manages to be bossy, accompanied by Natsume's fingers curling into the hair at the nape of Dirk's neck and tugging a little, insistently. His thighs grip onto the older boy's waist, ankles hooking together at his back. As long as he can still gripe and be a little bitchy, he clearly doesn't care where Dirk's taking him.]
Please. You just had your hands all over my product. You know I won't drop you.
(He was too strong and Natsume was too light. He likes the bossy tone, glad that wasn't completely kissed out of Natsume. He likes the new position, smirking. He wanted to rub Natsume's face into it a little but decides he can always do that later.
A thought passes to slam Natsume up against the nearest tree. But that might be too much for Natsume for their first rodeo. And he didn't actually want to hurt Natsume. He brings him into the small clearing. In one smooth motion, he kneels down and lays Natsume on the grass, bringing their mouths back together. No problem at all.)
[Natsume makes a grumbling noise, which isn't terribly effective considering how he can barely catch his breath, and he keeps biting at his kiss-reddened lower lip, like he misses the contact. Maybe he does. Whatever! He's allowed to miss it!] Don't call it your product, that sounds ridiculous--
[The grouchy lecture is cut off as Dirk suddenly moves them horizontal, and Natsume feels the cool grass against his back, a sharp contrast to the warm weight of Dirk over him. He gasps softly, blunt fingernails curling against Dirk's neck, digging in deeply, even as his whole body arches up into the kiss. It feels different, laying down like this, and Natsume's pulse races a little faster in his throat as his imagination goes absolutely wild.]
(If Natsume was going to insist on being bossy, then Dirk may as well give him a reason to stay bossy. It did feel different. Even if they didn't go all the way, Dirk wanted to try and go some of the way.
He begins to kiss away from Natsume's mouth, down his jaw and over his neck, kissing that fluttering pulse. He gently bites, sucking soft skin between his teeth, hoping to leave a tiny mark. Maybe bigger if Natsume would let him.)
None of those-- [Natsume fully intends for this to come out flat and annoyed, but it's breathy and needy instead, because Dirk's teeth are on his neck. That should be alarming or weird. It's not. The tiny pinprick of pain just makes everything else feel much more, more intense, more acute and overwhelming.
It's a little terrifying how much Natsume likes it. He covers it up by moving a hand to clamp over his own mouth, blushing furiously, even as his back arches towards Dirk's evil, talented mouth.]
I am not. [It's very muffled, because of the...hand and all, but suitably indignant, Natsume thinks. Then he ruins it by adding, demandingly:] Don't stop.
Mmmhm...(He's convinced, Natsume. Totally convinced. He sucks a little harder to prove his point. To get another noise out of Natsume. When Natsume moves to cover his mouth, Dirk sits up and grabs his hand.)
No way. I wanna hear you sing. (He pins the hand down just above Natsume's head.) Am I gonna have to restrain both your hands?
(He sits up on Natsume, looking down at him, an amused grin playing on his mouth.)
[When Dirk does that, sucks a bruise onto Natsume's neck and pins his hand above his head, there's definitely a sound. Not an angry one, or even an annoyed one -- actually, to be frank, it's a needy one, the kind that makes the boy blush crimson to hear it.
Dirk sits up, and it takes Natsume a beat to actually focus on him, eyes hazy, breath coming in quick, shaky puffs. The mild threat to restrain his hands should just annoy him, but instead it sends a lightning-sharp pulse of wanting, right down his spine and between his legs. Natsume shakes his head, hair tangling against the grass.
Then, soft and a little petulant:] You just did stop.
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Too late.
(Way too late. Between Natsume grinning and sliding his tongue across his lip, Dirk decides that he needed to know what that felt like sliding against him. He delves back in for another kiss. This time he dips his tongue out against Natsume's lips. He doesn't want to suffocate the kid, giving him a chance to back away if it was too much, but the moment Natsume gave him any sort of positive gesture...It was game over.)
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Natsume tries not to want anything. It always ends badly, he's always disappointed. But he wants whatever's being promised by the warmth of Dirk's mouth, and he doesn't care if it's bad for him.
So he rises up on his tiptoes, eagerly, making a soft, impatient, urging sound and fisting his hands in Dirk's sweatshirt again. The meaning is clear -- don't you dare stop.]
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Instead, he sinks his tongue into Natsume's mouth, sliding their tongues together. He keeps Natsume locked against him and explores everything he can. He doesn't want to risk missing out on even a moment. His hands slide over Natsume's back, slipping up under his jacket so he can actually feel him, his body.
It was a tragedy they were in a park. Although maybe for the best for Natsume's sanity and virtue.)
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His own hands loosen their death grip on Dirk's sweatshirt, daring to slide flat-palmed over the shape of defined muscles, somewhere under the layers. There's a slight spark of envy -- Natsume is just above bony, small for his age and clearly underfed. It's gotten better in recent years, puberty prompting his narrow frame to fill out a bit, but he's still decidedly delicate compared to Dirk.
Whatever. It doesn't seem to be scaring the older boy off, so Natsume isn't going to dwell on it. He's just going to keep kissing Dirk, as long as he possibly can. Public park be damned, he doesn't care. Take him on the seesaw or something.]
how DARE i think i replied to this and not,,
He likes that Natsume felt delicate. He liked that he felt like he could scoop Natsume up and carry him away from everything. Pick him up and put him wherever he wanted to. Which maybe he should do that. He's going to do that.
He picks Natsume up by his backside, hoping to get those thighs around his waist. Maybe it was a bit direct, but fuck it. He doesn't care. He doubts Natsume's going to care either. There's a prime circle of trees nearby that will give them some illusion of privacy.)
home of phobic, wow
Don't drop me. [It's breathless but still manages to be bossy, accompanied by Natsume's fingers curling into the hair at the nape of Dirk's neck and tugging a little, insistently. His thighs grip onto the older boy's waist, ankles hooking together at his back. As long as he can still gripe and be a little bitchy, he clearly doesn't care where Dirk's taking him.]
my memory is a hate crime
(He was too strong and Natsume was too light. He likes the bossy tone, glad that wasn't completely kissed out of Natsume. He likes the new position, smirking. He wanted to rub Natsume's face into it a little but decides he can always do that later.
A thought passes to slam Natsume up against the nearest tree. But that might be too much for Natsume for their first rodeo. And he didn't actually want to hurt Natsume. He brings him into the small clearing. In one smooth motion, he kneels down and lays Natsume on the grass, bringing their mouths back together. No problem at all.)
so tragique :(
[The grouchy lecture is cut off as Dirk suddenly moves them horizontal, and Natsume feels the cool grass against his back, a sharp contrast to the warm weight of Dirk over him. He gasps softly, blunt fingernails curling against Dirk's neck, digging in deeply, even as his whole body arches up into the kiss. It feels different, laying down like this, and Natsume's pulse races a little faster in his throat as his imagination goes absolutely wild.]
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(If Natsume was going to insist on being bossy, then Dirk may as well give him a reason to stay bossy. It did feel different. Even if they didn't go all the way, Dirk wanted to try and go some of the way.
He begins to kiss away from Natsume's mouth, down his jaw and over his neck, kissing that fluttering pulse. He gently bites, sucking soft skin between his teeth, hoping to leave a tiny mark. Maybe bigger if Natsume would let him.)
You really are being a bad boy tonight, huh.
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It's a little terrifying how much Natsume likes it. He covers it up by moving a hand to clamp over his own mouth, blushing furiously, even as his back arches towards Dirk's evil, talented mouth.]
I am not. [It's very muffled, because of the...hand and all, but suitably indignant, Natsume thinks. Then he ruins it by adding, demandingly:] Don't stop.
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No way. I wanna hear you sing. (He pins the hand down just above Natsume's head.) Am I gonna have to restrain both your hands?
(He sits up on Natsume, looking down at him, an amused grin playing on his mouth.)
I don't plan to stop anytime soon, trust me.
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Dirk sits up, and it takes Natsume a beat to actually focus on him, eyes hazy, breath coming in quick, shaky puffs. The mild threat to restrain his hands should just annoy him, but instead it sends a lightning-sharp pulse of wanting, right down his spine and between his legs. Natsume shakes his head, hair tangling against the grass.
Then, soft and a little petulant:] You just did stop.