[Jade had made no secret of his intentions throughout the night.
...Well, that isn't entirely true. He's never overt about it; it's always in the little things: a seemingly-accidental touch, an odd turn of phrase here and there, a low-burning intensity in his eyes. Ginoza might not be the best company, but he's fun, interesting to needle at and amusing to watch. That's enough for his purposes.
It ends in the two of them on his bed, still mostly clothed. He has a leg casually wrapped around him, fingers tangling in his dark hair, lazily tilting his head from side to side as he considers where to begin. The neck, he decides, leaning in to press a kiss against his pulse point.
He's always found the heart rate to be quite fascinating - although, really, he's interested in all aspects of the body - for something so simple, it's a surprisingly useful gauge of a person's mental state. Ginoza's heartbeat is faster than usual. Jade hides a smile against the curve of his neck, catching the warm skin between his teeth just to see how he'll react.]
Gino isn't very good at reading signals, especially when they're more subtle. But, having been here for a little while, he's at least made a small improvement in differentiating "friendly" from "flirty". So as Jade's made his less obvious passes, Ginoza has started catching on faster than he would've when he'd first gotten here. At first, he'd been startled, since the man is usually so private, sharp tongue full of biting witticisms instead of veiled come ons. Something had changed tonight, though, and he felt a bit cornered.
That could also be because he's loosened his tie, top buttons on his shirt undone, hair mussed from where Jade's run his long fingers through it. The other man is looking at him like he's prey, red eyes narrowed and calculating. He can't help the reaction he has to the stare, pulse fluttering at a faster tempo than normal. When Jade presses a kiss to his neck, he nearly jumps out of his skin, and he's certain the other man can feel his heartbeat jump. Another thrill goes through him at the feel of teeth against the pulse point, and he makes a soft noise of assent, trying to swallow down the nervousness he's feeling.
Hesitantly, he reaches a hand up to Jade's shoulder, fingers brushing the hair back and away from his face. They settle on the back of his neck, an encouragement and an exploration all at once. ]
[Ginoza's pulse beats so strongly under him, Jade thinks he would be able to feel it even if he moves away. And he does, when he abandons the area in favour of kissing a slow line downwards, to the hollow of his throat. Like this, he's keenly aware of every little hitch of breath, the bob of Ginoza's throat when he swallows, the frantic beat of his heart. It's a constant hum of warmth and vitality and life.
Jade's lips curl into another smile, this time unhidden by the long fall of his hair. Without looking down, he undoes Ginoza's tie with one hand, practised fingers making short work of the silky fabric before carefully pushing the open collar of his shirt aside, exposing more skin. The fingers still tangled in his feathery hair suddenly tighten, pulling, tipping Ginoza's head back to bare his neck completely.
Earlier, he thought he'd have Ginoza's shirt off by now, but the man is simply too wound up. Better to go slowly - a steady escalation, interspersed with sudden moevments to keep him on the edge. The pursuit is half (or more) of the fun.]
[ If there's one thing he's learned about Jade, it's that he's deliberate. He thinks things through, no action seeming to be a spur of the moment decision. It's this, he thinks, that drives the slow line of kisses down his neck that end with a smile pressed against his skin. Gino finds his tie is being expertly undone, the silk hanging loosely round his neck. In contrast, Jade's fingers tighten in his hair, tugging his head back, neck bared.
Part of him wants to resist, but the slight sting from where Jade's fingers are pulling feels nicer than he wants to admit. If the other man wanted him on edge—he was doing a swell job of it. Not one to sit idle for long, he moves his hands (a bit blindly), both of them settling against Jade's chest. There's a hesitation until he unhooks the collar of the shirt, and then he's undoing more, each movement exposing more skin. His gloved hand reaches out, fingers softly tracing the line of the brunette's throat. ]
[The brush of fingers against his throat is too light, almost ticklish, but Jade appreciates it all the same. It's nice to have some reciprocation. He relaxes against the unsure touches, chest rising and falling slowly along with the rhythm of his breathing, deliberately calculated to be deep and calming.
Of course, it's hard to inspire calm when his own fingers are busy. A few more buttons come undone, slower this time, as he kisses and nips his way along the delicate skin that stretches across Ginoza's collarbone. Without Ginoza's hand to hold it in place, Jade's hair slips down to cover his face once more, hiding his sharp eyes from view. It gives a flimsy illusion of safety, at least.
An illusion that's quickly shattered when Jade slips one hand under Ginoza's shirt, fingers brushing against the edge of a nipple.]
[ As unsure as Ginoza is about this whole ordeal, he's not one to leave his partner in the cold. Quite the opposite– he's going to do his most to reciprocate, all while trying not to show how inexperienced he is. Hopefully, it wouldn't be more apparent than it was already.
Jade, however, seems to be taking everything in stride. His breathing is calm as Gino slides his fingers across his collarbones. However, the man's own hands are busy as he undoes the front of his shirt, using mouth and teeth alternately on his skin. Another point of contact comes from the palm of his hand resting on Gino's chest, fingers brushing across a nipple and sending a soft shiver through him. Biting the inside of his cheek, he forces down a blush and exhales. Feeling more centered, he continues unbuttoning Jade's shirt, taking in the pale chest and abdomen. It's a little amusing– with as much as Gino spends his time inside, he's never seen someone so pale. Still, he's curious. Switching to his better hand, he smooths his palm down the brunette's chest and then diverts to the side, fingers outlining his ribs. In a small, bold motion, he slides his hand further, tracing Jade's hipbones. ]
[Anticipation makes him more sensitive than usual, his skin prickling under Ginoza's curious fingers. Usually, he's the one who follows the curves of his partner's bones, fingers dancing along the spine and vertebrae and tracing the delicate lines of wrist bones. Being on the receiving end of it is...not entirely new, but different all the same. A reminder that the two of them aren't so dissimilar, at least on this particular playing field.
The thought makes Jade smile, amused at the way his mind wanders. But, he really should focus properly on the matter at hand once more, he'd hate to frustrate Ginoza. Carefully, he shifts, trying to direct Ginoza's hand downwards with nothing more than that subtle movement of his body. It's more of a test than anything: to see what sort of cues Ginoza can pick up on, to see just how far his boldness stretches.
At the same time, he swipes the pad of his thumb more firmly over the nipple he had been teasing at, then takes it between his fingers, tugging gently.]
[ The more he touches Jade, the less nervous he is. Perhaps it's because the other man is being so surprisingly patient. Gino hasn't known him that long, but he's already recognized that waiting on someone to learn isn't his strongest suit.
Of course, it also helps that Jade is more bold than he is, apparent in his subtle shift upwards. The motion places his hand that much closer to the hem of his pants and his body reacts to the suggestion, arousal that much more obvious. Normally, he'd shy completely away from the idea, but the hint is there and his curiosity is overwhelming. His fingers dip lower, palm settling on the covered bulge between Jade's legs, pressing gently. He slides his hand up just as he feels the tweak on his nipple, eliciting a soft sigh and arched hips. ]
[An unexpectedly bold move. Jade's eyes are half-closed as his hips rock against Ginoza's hand, slow, more encouraging than anything. He had always enjoyed the feeling of being palmed through his pants, appreciates the rub of fabric against his skin and the thin barrier that prevents full contact. Not because he dislikes the contact; it's simply more fun to build up to it.
Now that Ginoza had made the first move, Jade reciprocates - sort of. Still rolling his nipple between his fingers, Jade wraps his leg more firmly around Ginoza. It takes a little bit of shifting around, but soon he has his other leg slotted between Gino's, thigh pressing suggestively against the tent of his pants.]
i wasn't going to make that joke but now here we are........
[ At Jade's reaction, he glances at the man's face, taking in his expression. His eyes are half-lidded, almost cheshire-like with the glint of red he catches. Taking the cue, Gino repeats the motion, slower this time, with more of a purpose.
Of course, he's encouraged by the press of the other man's thigh, breath catching in the back of his throat. It's hard to resist the urge to press his hips closer, but he tries not to think about how embarrassing it would be to do so. Instead, he follows through on the thought, shifting to apply more pressure. The decision sends a simultaneous thrill and discomfort– his pants are tighter, almost painfully so, especially in reaction to Jade's nimble fingers and purposeful gestures.
If he has to ask the brunette to help him strip, he's going to die. ]
[Ginoza's surprising him at every turn - it seems like the man is less repressed than he had initially thought. Jade lets out a low noise of approval, thigh pressing further in to provide a little friction, trying to see if he can embarrass him at all.
His hands leave Ginoza's chest for the moment - it would be too predictable if he continues what he's doing - one dipping to his waist and the other cupping the line of his jaw instead. Jade knows how to feign tenderness: his thumb rubs gently at Ginoza's cheekbone as he leans forward, pressing a kiss against the corner of his mouth.]
But curiosity goes a long way, and it's one trait of a detective that has served him well (for the most part). This instance is not too different in that sense, even though it's entirely different in others. Maybe, if he thinks about it, the hands-on aspect applies.
Except trying to figure out Jade is like less like navigating a puzzle (all the pieces eventually fit together) and more like a labyrinth. Once he thinks he has him figured out, he turns a corner onto a dead end. Or in other instances, he finds a surprise he hadn't expected. Like right now, with the other man clearly instigating even though he seems pleased. A slow blush creeps up into his cheeks, coloring them a rosy pink at Jade's push, and he partially wants more at the same time he wants to sink through the floor.
That feeling is magnified when the other man is unexpectedly tender, kiss soft and touch gentle. It's a bit confusing, really, Gino has never pegged Jade as an overtly emotional person. Flustered by the dichotomy, he turns his head away a bit, uncertainty painted on his expression. This, of course, means his touch is more hesitant as he slides his fingers along the curve on the front of Jade's pants. He moves them up and turns his hand, knuckles brushing against the skin on the other man's abdomen. Mentally telling himself to calm down some, he hooks two fingers under the waistband of Jade's pants, tugging. ]
[Ah, there, a blush, pink spreading across the soft skin under his thumb. Satisfaction sweeps over Jade, every bit as warm as the touch of Ginoza's hand over his still-covered bulge. He moves to kiss Ginoza properly, but the man had already turned his head away, and Jade contents himself with nipping at the shell of his ear instead.]
Is something wrong? [He asks, knowing full well what the problem is. The tug at his waistband goes ignored as he fixates on Ginoza's discomfort.]
[ Thankfully, Gino can't read thoughts. Because otherwise, he'd push Jade off the bed and be done with the teasing. The feeling of teeth on his ear brings him back down some, and he can tell the blush was subsiding. ]
No, I just hadn't expected... [ Soft affection. Of any kind. But to say so would be tactless, as he knows is usually his downfall. Gino keeps mostly still, not quite wanting to make eye contact with the other man just yet. Instead, he busies himself with pulling at Jade's pants, top button coming undone with the motion. Part of him wants to keep going, but the hesitance kicks back in, so he pauses, waiting. ]
Hmm? [He presses, teeth and lips still grazing against the shell of Ginoza's ear. It's not a real answer he's after, he just wants to see how Ginoza will dodge the question. Something to use against him in the future.
When Ginoza stops, Jade shifts again, silently encouraging him to continue. He's not yet at the point of desperation; there's nothing demanding about his movements, just a gentle query. Strange, that Ginoza had gone so far, but still hesitates now.]
[ Well, if he's asking, he probably should divulge. But only because he's asking. ]
I never took you for someone to be so affectionate. [ Ah, and there it is. No taking it back now. It is true though, at least from his perspective. Jade's never shown an inclination towards anything like that. His everyday mannerisms are enough to gather that much.
Still, he's not really going to let that color this situation. Affection or not, Jade's pushing his buttons and Gino's complying little by little. At the silent urging, he picks up where he'd left off feeling shy, unzipping the other man's pants easily. He's more bold again, determined not to be deterred by his own reservations, and he curls his fingers around the outline of Jade's cock through his underwear. If he thinks about it, he sort of hopes something similar occurs in return– mostly because the tightness of his own pants is getting overwhelming. ]
[Honest and straightforward. Peony would like this one, he thinks, especially with how uptight Ginoza is.]
Really now?
[He takes a second to breathe as fingers wrap around his cock. Steady.]
I'm hurt. I'm actually quite starved for affection, you know.
[Jade manages to say it with a straight face - a more impressive feat than usual, considering how he's hardening under Ginoza's touch. Of course, he makes no move to return the favour; that would be effort. The only action he takes is to rub his thigh against the tent of Ginoza's pants again - it must be uncomfortable for him; Jade doesn't care - and kiss him again, this time on the cheek.]
[ Uptight and blunt is the name of the game with him, really. ]
Liar.
[ It's his observation, mixed with a small bit of humor. The excuse rolls off of Jade's tongue too easily, even after a brief pause. He's used to being called out, he thinks, and wonders who else says things like this to his face. After all, he can be intimidating when he isn't being evasive. Thankfully, he's not really being too much of either of those things right now. At least, whatever is coming out of his mouth isn't the full story, not when Gino can feel him reacting to his touch. Fingers still curled around him, he slides them down and then back up, slowly jacking him through the cloth. Jade's press gets a stifled moan and a palm pushing harder against his dick– he's definitely uncomfortable, almost lightheaded. His head's still turned away, so the brunette doesn't have much of a choice except to kiss his cheek (it seems weird). ]
You don't have to pretend if you don't like it.
[ This time, the kiss doesn't fluster him. Instead, he turns to face Jade more eye to eye, green eyes focused on the other man's face intently. ]
[Too honest and straightforward, maybe. Jade is more amused than ever.]
That's quite a claim to be making. [But he doesn't confirm or deny it, just meets Ginoza's eyes steadily, smug smile on full display. His leg moves again, slow and deliberate, trying to draw out a proper moan.
As it happens, Ginoza isn't entirely correct. True, the affection is a farce, but Jade still enjoys making those sorts of gestures. It's something to preoccupy himself with, a challenge he sets for himself, to see how long he can keep it up for when his attention is being increasingly occupied by the careful grip around his cock.
His fingers thread through Ginoza's hair again. This time, he doesn't pull, just rests his hand there while he worries at the line of Ginoza's jawbone, alternating between light brushes of his lips and the dull scrape of teeth.]
Of course, Jade doesn't seem to be denying it. Instead, he's smiling with a a bit of smugness attached and then diverting the topic. The deliberate motion gets him partially what he wants– a soft noise at the back of Gino's throat.
Still, he's not going to be entirely distracted away from the task at hand (ha). He slides his hand down again, grip more sure this time. His free hand slides up, leather glove tracing Jade's ribs upwards before tentatively brushing across a nipple. It's strange, he thinks, how much the other man alternates between being all hard angles and then seeing these softer (yet teasing) sides. This situation might be more different than he's used to, but he is finding that he's enjoying it, embarrassment fading if only a little. Which might have something to do with Jade's bold personality. Maybe. ]
[The leather is warm and supple against his skin, sending a pleasant tingle through him as it glides across a stiffened nipple, no matter how hesitantly. It's a sharp contrast to the heat pooling in his groin, the slowly-intensifying warmth that spreads from the base of his spine and up through his nerves, until his whole back feels like it's burning.
It's...nice, he supposes. A pleasant distraction, a way of shutting off his thoughts for a time. Still, he's ready for a little bit more. Skin-on-skin contact would be preferable, but Ginoza doesn't seem to have any intention of initiating that on his own. Jade will have to nudge him on his way.
The hand resting against the subtle dip of Ginoza's waist moves, settling on the waistband of his pants. But only for a fleeting moment, just long enough to be suggestive. Then Jade is moving his hand again, neatly catching Gino's gloved hand in his own and bringing it to his lips. His teeth close lightly around the fabric, tugging.]
[ The subtle tease doesn't go unnoticed. Gino watches for a moment as Jade moves his hand up, teeth catching on the leather of his glove. A small thrill of panic goes through him, eyes widening and lips parting with a dying protest. He isn't sure what to say, or if he should say anything at all. With Jade, it's hard to tell if mentioning something would be damning or if it'd be appreciated (and not commented on).
Because while he's sure there are skeletons in the other man's closet, they're not on display like his are.
Long sleeves and gloves can only do so much after a while. Sooner or later, someone was going to see it. Brow furrowed, he concentrates on keeping still, not wanting to pull his hand away. He feels a bit like a deer in headlights, breath held and ready for the douse of reality. ]
[His eyes had been fixed on the glove, but the sudden change in Ginoza's expression makes his gaze flick up, bright with curiosity. He had often wondered if the presence of only one glove is some sort of bizarre fashion statement, or if there is another reason behind it.
It seems he has his answer.
Ginoza is entirely still under him, barely breathing, seeming for all the world like a prey animal about to burst into motion and run. If he had, Jade would have let him.
But he doesn't. The chance for escape comes and goes. Jade turns back to his task, using his fingers to ease the soft leather away rather than his teeth. He's slow, almost reverent, until the first hint of metal appears and his eyes widen briefly in surprise.]
This is...
[He has enough control not to yank the glove off, at least. Slowly, he continues the rest of it forwards, exposing metal knuckles, metal joints, metal fingers.]
[ For a moment, there's curiosity in Jade's expression. And why not, because he knows the other man is perceptive enough to see the shift in his body language.
Slowly but surely, the glove is eased off, and Gino has to stop himself from looking away. The other man's reaction isn't terrible, a bit of shock, really. He remains still as the article of clothing comes off all the way, prosthetic hand fully exposed.
There's so many memories tied to it, he has difficulty looking at the marvels of the technology. ]
[He runs his own (flesh and blood) fingers along the prosthetic, unwilling to leave it even when he notices Ginoza's averted gaze and the way he withdraws from him, emotionally if not physically. It's such a change from his usual blunt, no-nonsense self, even Jade knows better than to ask how he had ended up this way.]
It's all right.
[Jade brushes his lips against the knuckles, feeling the tough, ungiving material, so different from an organic human hand. It's colder than he had expected; a few degrees lower than their bodies, flushed with exertion as they are. From what he can see, the prosthetic extends past Ginoza's wrist - is his whole arm artificial?
He'll find out eventually, but for now, he tries to coax Ginoza back into what they were doing before. Carefully, his hips roll against Ginoza's hand again, but he's slow, even slower than before, giving Ginoza an opportunity to cut their meeting short if he so prefers.
(He'd rather Ginoza not do that, so when he lifts his head to look at him again, there's a hint of a challenge in his eyes.)]
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...Well, that isn't entirely true. He's never overt about it; it's always in the little things: a seemingly-accidental touch, an odd turn of phrase here and there, a low-burning intensity in his eyes. Ginoza might not be the best company, but he's fun, interesting to needle at and amusing to watch. That's enough for his purposes.
It ends in the two of them on his bed, still mostly clothed. He has a leg casually wrapped around him, fingers tangling in his dark hair, lazily tilting his head from side to side as he considers where to begin. The neck, he decides, leaning in to press a kiss against his pulse point.
He's always found the heart rate to be quite fascinating - although, really, he's interested in all aspects of the body - for something so simple, it's a surprisingly useful gauge of a person's mental state. Ginoza's heartbeat is faster than usual. Jade hides a smile against the curve of his neck, catching the warm skin between his teeth just to see how he'll react.]
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Gino isn't very good at reading signals, especially when they're more subtle. But, having been here for a little while, he's at least made a small improvement in differentiating "friendly" from "flirty". So as Jade's made his less obvious passes, Ginoza has started catching on faster than he would've when he'd first gotten here. At first, he'd been startled, since the man is usually so private, sharp tongue full of biting witticisms instead of veiled come ons. Something had changed tonight, though, and he felt a bit cornered.
That could also be because he's loosened his tie, top buttons on his shirt undone, hair mussed from where Jade's run his long fingers through it. The other man is looking at him like he's prey, red eyes narrowed and calculating. He can't help the reaction he has to the stare, pulse fluttering at a faster tempo than normal. When Jade presses a kiss to his neck, he nearly jumps out of his skin, and he's certain the other man can feel his heartbeat jump. Another thrill goes through him at the feel of teeth against the pulse point, and he makes a soft noise of assent, trying to swallow down the nervousness he's feeling.
Hesitantly, he reaches a hand up to Jade's shoulder, fingers brushing the hair back and away from his face. They settle on the back of his neck, an encouragement and an exploration all at once. ]
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Jade's lips curl into another smile, this time unhidden by the long fall of his hair. Without looking down, he undoes Ginoza's tie with one hand, practised fingers making short work of the silky fabric before carefully pushing the open collar of his shirt aside, exposing more skin. The fingers still tangled in his feathery hair suddenly tighten, pulling, tipping Ginoza's head back to bare his neck completely.
Earlier, he thought he'd have Ginoza's shirt off by now, but the man is simply too wound up. Better to go slowly - a steady escalation, interspersed with sudden moevments to keep him on the edge. The pursuit is half (or more) of the fun.]
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Part of him wants to resist, but the slight sting from where Jade's fingers are pulling feels nicer than he wants to admit. If the other man wanted him on edge—he was doing a swell job of it. Not one to sit idle for long, he moves his hands (a bit blindly), both of them settling against Jade's chest. There's a hesitation until he unhooks the collar of the shirt, and then he's undoing more, each movement exposing more skin. His gloved hand reaches out, fingers softly tracing the line of the brunette's throat. ]
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Of course, it's hard to inspire calm when his own fingers are busy. A few more buttons come undone, slower this time, as he kisses and nips his way along the delicate skin that stretches across Ginoza's collarbone. Without Ginoza's hand to hold it in place, Jade's hair slips down to cover his face once more, hiding his sharp eyes from view. It gives a flimsy illusion of safety, at least.
An illusion that's quickly shattered when Jade slips one hand under Ginoza's shirt, fingers brushing against the edge of a nipple.]
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Jade, however, seems to be taking everything in stride. His breathing is calm as Gino slides his fingers across his collarbones. However, the man's own hands are busy as he undoes the front of his shirt, using mouth and teeth alternately on his skin. Another point of contact comes from the palm of his hand resting on Gino's chest, fingers brushing across a nipple and sending a soft shiver through him. Biting the inside of his cheek, he forces down a blush and exhales. Feeling more centered, he continues unbuttoning Jade's shirt, taking in the pale chest and abdomen. It's a little amusing– with as much as Gino spends his time inside, he's never seen someone so pale. Still, he's curious. Switching to his better hand, he smooths his palm down the brunette's chest and then diverts to the side, fingers outlining his ribs. In a small, bold motion, he slides his hand further, tracing Jade's hipbones. ]
GINO... "ordeal" really
The thought makes Jade smile, amused at the way his mind wanders. But, he really should focus properly on the matter at hand once more, he'd hate to frustrate Ginoza. Carefully, he shifts, trying to direct Ginoza's hand downwards with nothing more than that subtle movement of his body. It's more of a test than anything: to see what sort of cues Ginoza can pick up on, to see just how far his boldness stretches.
At the same time, he swipes the pad of his thumb more firmly over the nipple he had been teasing at, then takes it between his fingers, tugging gently.]
LOOK....THIS IS DIFFICULT FOR HIM
Of course, it also helps that Jade is more bold than he is, apparent in his subtle shift upwards. The motion places his hand that much closer to the hem of his pants and his body reacts to the suggestion, arousal that much more obvious. Normally, he'd shy completely away from the idea, but the hint is there and his curiosity is overwhelming. His fingers dip lower, palm settling on the covered bulge between Jade's legs, pressing gently. He slides his hand up just as he feels the tweak on his nipple, eliciting a soft sigh and arched hips. ]
would you say it's.........hard
Now that Ginoza had made the first move, Jade reciprocates - sort of. Still rolling his nipple between his fingers, Jade wraps his leg more firmly around Ginoza. It takes a little bit of shifting around, but soon he has his other leg slotted between Gino's, thigh pressing suggestively against the tent of his pants.]
i wasn't going to make that joke but now here we are........
Of course, he's encouraged by the press of the other man's thigh, breath catching in the back of his throat. It's hard to resist the urge to press his hips closer, but he tries not to think about how embarrassing it would be to do so. Instead, he follows through on the thought, shifting to apply more pressure. The decision sends a simultaneous thrill and discomfort– his pants are tighter, almost painfully so, especially in reaction to Jade's nimble fingers and purposeful gestures.
If he has to ask the brunette to help him strip, he's going to die. ]
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His hands leave Ginoza's chest for the moment - it would be too predictable if he continues what he's doing - one dipping to his waist and the other cupping the line of his jaw instead. Jade knows how to feign tenderness: his thumb rubs gently at Ginoza's cheekbone as he leans forward, pressing a kiss against the corner of his mouth.]
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But curiosity goes a long way, and it's one trait of a detective that has served him well (for the most part). This instance is not too different in that sense, even though it's entirely different in others. Maybe, if he thinks about it, the hands-on aspect applies.
Except trying to figure out Jade is like less like navigating a puzzle (all the pieces eventually fit together) and more like a labyrinth. Once he thinks he has him figured out, he turns a corner onto a dead end. Or in other instances, he finds a surprise he hadn't expected. Like right now, with the other man clearly instigating even though he seems pleased. A slow blush creeps up into his cheeks, coloring them a rosy pink at Jade's push, and he partially wants more at the same time he wants to sink through the floor.
That feeling is magnified when the other man is unexpectedly tender, kiss soft and touch gentle. It's a bit confusing, really, Gino has never pegged Jade as an overtly emotional person. Flustered by the dichotomy, he turns his head away a bit, uncertainty painted on his expression. This, of course, means his touch is more hesitant as he slides his fingers along the curve on the front of Jade's pants. He moves them up and turns his hand, knuckles brushing against the skin on the other man's abdomen. Mentally telling himself to calm down some, he hooks two fingers under the waistband of Jade's pants, tugging. ]
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Is something wrong? [He asks, knowing full well what the problem is. The tug at his waistband goes ignored as he fixates on Ginoza's discomfort.]
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No, I just hadn't expected... [ Soft affection. Of any kind. But to say so would be tactless, as he knows is usually his downfall. Gino keeps mostly still, not quite wanting to make eye contact with the other man just yet. Instead, he busies himself with pulling at Jade's pants, top button coming undone with the motion. Part of him wants to keep going, but the hesitance kicks back in, so he pauses, waiting. ]
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When Ginoza stops, Jade shifts again, silently encouraging him to continue. He's not yet at the point of desperation; there's nothing demanding about his movements, just a gentle query. Strange, that Ginoza had gone so far, but still hesitates now.]
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I never took you for someone to be so affectionate. [ Ah, and there it is. No taking it back now. It is true though, at least from his perspective. Jade's never shown an inclination towards anything like that. His everyday mannerisms are enough to gather that much.
Still, he's not really going to let that color this situation. Affection or not, Jade's pushing his buttons and Gino's complying little by little. At the silent urging, he picks up where he'd left off feeling shy, unzipping the other man's pants easily. He's more bold again, determined not to be deterred by his own reservations, and he curls his fingers around the outline of Jade's cock through his underwear. If he thinks about it, he sort of hopes something similar occurs in return– mostly because the tightness of his own pants is getting overwhelming. ]
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Really now?
[He takes a second to breathe as fingers wrap around his cock. Steady.]
I'm hurt. I'm actually quite starved for affection, you know.
[Jade manages to say it with a straight face - a more impressive feat than usual, considering how he's hardening under Ginoza's touch. Of course, he makes no move to return the favour; that would be effort. The only action he takes is to rub his thigh against the tent of Ginoza's pants again - it must be uncomfortable for him; Jade doesn't care - and kiss him again, this time on the cheek.]
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Liar.
[ It's his observation, mixed with a small bit of humor. The excuse rolls off of Jade's tongue too easily, even after a brief pause. He's used to being called out, he thinks, and wonders who else says things like this to his face. After all, he can be intimidating when he isn't being evasive. Thankfully, he's not really being too much of either of those things right now. At least, whatever is coming out of his mouth isn't the full story, not when Gino can feel him reacting to his touch. Fingers still curled around him, he slides them down and then back up, slowly jacking him through the cloth. Jade's press gets a stifled moan and a palm pushing harder against his dick– he's definitely uncomfortable, almost lightheaded. His head's still turned away, so the brunette doesn't have much of a choice except to kiss his cheek (it seems weird). ]
You don't have to pretend if you don't like it.
[ This time, the kiss doesn't fluster him. Instead, he turns to face Jade more eye to eye, green eyes focused on the other man's face intently. ]
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That's quite a claim to be making. [But he doesn't confirm or deny it, just meets Ginoza's eyes steadily, smug smile on full display. His leg moves again, slow and deliberate, trying to draw out a proper moan.
As it happens, Ginoza isn't entirely correct. True, the affection is a farce, but Jade still enjoys making those sorts of gestures. It's something to preoccupy himself with, a challenge he sets for himself, to see how long he can keep it up for when his attention is being increasingly occupied by the careful grip around his cock.
His fingers thread through Ginoza's hair again. This time, he doesn't pull, just rests his hand there while he worries at the line of Ginoza's jawbone, alternating between light brushes of his lips and the dull scrape of teeth.]
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Of course, Jade doesn't seem to be denying it. Instead, he's smiling with a a bit of smugness attached and then diverting the topic. The deliberate motion gets him partially what he wants– a soft noise at the back of Gino's throat.
Still, he's not going to be entirely distracted away from the task at hand (ha). He slides his hand down again, grip more sure this time. His free hand slides up, leather glove tracing Jade's ribs upwards before tentatively brushing across a nipple. It's strange, he thinks, how much the other man alternates between being all hard angles and then seeing these softer (yet teasing) sides. This situation might be more different than he's used to, but he is finding that he's enjoying it, embarrassment fading if only a little. Which might have something to do with Jade's bold personality. Maybe. ]
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It's...nice, he supposes. A pleasant distraction, a way of shutting off his thoughts for a time. Still, he's ready for a little bit more. Skin-on-skin contact would be preferable, but Ginoza doesn't seem to have any intention of initiating that on his own. Jade will have to nudge him on his way.
The hand resting against the subtle dip of Ginoza's waist moves, settling on the waistband of his pants. But only for a fleeting moment, just long enough to be suggestive. Then Jade is moving his hand again, neatly catching Gino's gloved hand in his own and bringing it to his lips. His teeth close lightly around the fabric, tugging.]
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Because while he's sure there are skeletons in the other man's closet, they're not on display like his are.
Long sleeves and gloves can only do so much after a while. Sooner or later, someone was going to see it. Brow furrowed, he concentrates on keeping still, not wanting to pull his hand away. He feels a bit like a deer in headlights, breath held and ready for the douse of reality. ]
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It seems he has his answer.
Ginoza is entirely still under him, barely breathing, seeming for all the world like a prey animal about to burst into motion and run. If he had, Jade would have let him.
But he doesn't. The chance for escape comes and goes. Jade turns back to his task, using his fingers to ease the soft leather away rather than his teeth. He's slow, almost reverent, until the first hint of metal appears and his eyes widen briefly in surprise.]
This is...
[He has enough control not to yank the glove off, at least. Slowly, he continues the rest of it forwards, exposing metal knuckles, metal joints, metal fingers.]
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Slowly but surely, the glove is eased off, and Gino has to stop himself from looking away. The other man's reaction isn't terrible, a bit of shock, really. He remains still as the article of clothing comes off all the way, prosthetic hand fully exposed.
There's so many memories tied to it, he has difficulty looking at the marvels of the technology. ]
Sorry. It's probably not what you'd expect...
i almost forgot this thread was meant to be smut
It's all right.
[Jade brushes his lips against the knuckles, feeling the tough, ungiving material, so different from an organic human hand. It's colder than he had expected; a few degrees lower than their bodies, flushed with exertion as they are. From what he can see, the prosthetic extends past Ginoza's wrist - is his whole arm artificial?
He'll find out eventually, but for now, he tries to coax Ginoza back into what they were doing before. Carefully, his hips roll against Ginoza's hand again, but he's slow, even slower than before, giving Ginoza an opportunity to cut their meeting short if he so prefers.
(He'd rather Ginoza not do that, so when he lifts his head to look at him again, there's a hint of a challenge in his eyes.)]
ah......well, jade's nerd is full on here so i can't blame you
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approx 400 years later i'm gomen