[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.)]
ah......well, jade's nerd is full on here so i can't blame you
[ He allows himself to look at Jade's expression as the other man runs his fingers along his (flesh against metal, organic versus synthetic). What he finds there isn't disgust (a shock), but a quiet curiosity.
And then there are lips being pressed to the cold material. Swallowing the emotion he feels at the small bit of affection, he tries not to think about it. Later, when they're not in the middle of something. Later, when he can be amazed at how there hadn't been the slightest bit of recoil. That he'd been treated as though it was perfectly normal.
It's not something he's felt for a while now.
So, he's glad of the distraction from his thoughts as Jade rolls his hips. A reminder of what they'd been doing and how much the other man hadn't been deterred in the least. There's an out there, if he wants to take it. Except something in the brunette's eyes feels like a dare, as though he knows he won't back away from it.
Determined, Gino doesn't back down, stubborn streak showing. He picks up where he left off, fingers tugging the waistband of Jade's pants lower. More skin is exposed, and he traces a finger down from the man's lower abdomen, stopping just short of the base of his dick. Glancing up, his expression is a silent query, though he's fairly sure he knows the answer. ]
[That went well. Jade's eyes lid again, the challenge fading away into a lazy sort of satisfaction, looking down at Ginoza with dilated pupils and just the beginnings of heat. He's still curious, of course, but he knows how to be respectful. One last lingering brush of his hand against where the pulse would be, in a non-synthetic limb, and Jade leaves it alone for now. His fingers curl in the bedsheets (flimsy, scratchy, nothing so satisfying as the touch of metal) instead.
In response to Ginoza's unvoiced question, he inclines his head slightly.]
Please. [It isn't a plea. Jade never begs. He is perfectly composed even through the anticipation that hums in his blood; his poise makes it clear that he's giving permission, not making a request. Perhaps it's a minor distinction, but Jade finds enjoyment in subtleties.] Go ahead.
[ Though his words are polite, they aren't deferential. It would, he thinks, be unbecoming of someone like Jade to beg. He simply isn't the type. Whether it's because of the way he has about him or something else entirely, Gino doesn't think he's ever begged for anything in his whole life.
Of course, that isn't a detriment. For one, it's a lot less awkward when someone isn't begging for something. And for two, well...there's this. The situation they're in and the one he's starting to enjoy more than he's used to. Shifting a bit, he loosely curls his fingers around the other man's cock, slowly stroking. All in all, the sensation is strange on several levels. This isn't a simple action he's doing by himself and he tries not to think about it too hard. Instead, he shrugs off a little of the hesitation, adjusting his grip to be more sure and just a bit tighter as he continues stroking.
He's also trying to avoid the creeping blush at how erotic the sight is from his perspective. Except, just like all other times, he fails miserably. To hide it, he leans in, kissing Jade's neck and following the line down to his collarbones. ]
[His touch isn't terribly skilled, but it's enough, at least for the moment.
The moment doesn't last long. Gino hiding his face is, to borrow one of Peony's phrases, adorable, but as the seconds tick past, Jade's desire to continue pushing him grows. Just how (in)experienced is Ginoza, he wonders?
Jade's hand slides down along Ginoza's side, fingers splayed out, applying pressure as he follows the long, long lines of his torso. He gives a light squeeze as he reaches his hip, then his hand is moving down and further back, coming to a stop right on his rear. One finger curls, gently inquisitive, rubbing against where his hole should be through the layers of his pants and underwear.]
[ If Jade wanted to know how inexperienced he is, he could ask. It'd be met with definite embarrassment, but a straightforward answer. Gino's not one to play word games.
But, it seems as though the other man is testing him again. Ginoza watches as the hand traces downwards, fingers dipping along the lines of his abdomen. There's a brief stop and some pressure against his hip, but it doesn't last long. He inhales sharply at where Jade stops, hips instinctively arching. There's still some color in his face and his mouth feels dry at the implications. But at the same time, he wants it. He wants to be out of these pants, with skin touching skin.
With a short stroke, he pulls his hand away from Jade's cock, going to undo the front of his pants. It's a small relief from the pressure, and he squirms a bit, wanting to get out of them more. ]
[Jade doesn't make it easy for him, his thigh still slotted between Gino's legs, pressed firmly against his groin. The fabric is trapped there; Gino isn't going to be able to squirm free from his pants like this. Which is exactly what Jade is counting on.
There's barely any space between them, but Jade crowds in closer still, claiming Ginoza's personal space for his own. His finger, which had only been grazing against the area, is beginning to rub more forcefully. Now that he knows Ginoza isn't opposed to the idea, Jade sees little reason to take things too slowly. He's feeling a rush of anticipation himself, his cock heavy, heart beating rapidly in his chest.]
[ This man is infuriating. At first, he'd only been dimly aware of how much Jade was messing with him, but now that he's effectively trapped in his pants, it's an acute knowledge. Especially with how much the brunette is rubbing his finger against him– his hips arch upwards, a frustrated sound catching in the back of his throat.
There's no relief, only pressure pushing him just to the edge and not letting him go. Reaching between them again, he takes hold of Jade's cock, grip more sure as he strokes him. His brows are furrowed in concentration, eyes lidded as he glances down to see what he's doing. He swipes his thumb across the tip, a tiny bit of moisture slicking his finger. It makes the stroking a little easier, though the friction alone is making it feel hot and heavy against his palm. ]
[The relentless teasing continues. Every time Ginoza's hips arch away from his finger, Jade only presses closer, until he's all but pinning Ginoza against the bed and the rubbing motions become something more like short thrusts. He rocks against Ginoza's hand in time with the thrusts, idly wondering what it would feel like if Ginoza uses his other hand, the artificial one, supple leather glove and all.
Perhaps another time. He lets out a pleased noise at a particularly firm stroke, the friction jolting all the say up his spine. Ginoza looks completely immersed in his task - Jade takes one look at his frown and decides it's high time to disrupt his focus.]
There's lubricant in the nightstand, [he says quietly, a question and a challenge rolled up into one: Are you ready?]
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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
And then there are lips being pressed to the cold material. Swallowing the emotion he feels at the small bit of affection, he tries not to think about it. Later, when they're not in the middle of something. Later, when he can be amazed at how there hadn't been the slightest bit of recoil. That he'd been treated as though it was perfectly normal.
It's not something he's felt for a while now.
So, he's glad of the distraction from his thoughts as Jade rolls his hips. A reminder of what they'd been doing and how much the other man hadn't been deterred in the least. There's an out there, if he wants to take it. Except something in the brunette's eyes feels like a dare, as though he knows he won't back away from it.
Determined, Gino doesn't back down, stubborn streak showing. He picks up where he left off, fingers tugging the waistband of Jade's pants lower. More skin is exposed, and he traces a finger down from the man's lower abdomen, stopping just short of the base of his dick. Glancing up, his expression is a silent query, though he's fairly sure he knows the answer. ]
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In response to Ginoza's unvoiced question, he inclines his head slightly.]
Please. [It isn't a plea. Jade never begs. He is perfectly composed even through the anticipation that hums in his blood; his poise makes it clear that he's giving permission, not making a request. Perhaps it's a minor distinction, but Jade finds enjoyment in subtleties.] Go ahead.
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Of course, that isn't a detriment. For one, it's a lot less awkward when someone isn't begging for something. And for two, well...there's this. The situation they're in and the one he's starting to enjoy more than he's used to. Shifting a bit, he loosely curls his fingers around the other man's cock, slowly stroking. All in all, the sensation is strange on several levels. This isn't a simple action he's doing by himself and he tries not to think about it too hard. Instead, he shrugs off a little of the hesitation, adjusting his grip to be more sure and just a bit tighter as he continues stroking.
He's also trying to avoid the creeping blush at how erotic the sight is from his perspective. Except, just like all other times, he fails miserably. To hide it, he leans in, kissing Jade's neck and following the line down to his collarbones. ]
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The moment doesn't last long. Gino hiding his face is, to borrow one of Peony's phrases, adorable, but as the seconds tick past, Jade's desire to continue pushing him grows. Just how (in)experienced is Ginoza, he wonders?
Jade's hand slides down along Ginoza's side, fingers splayed out, applying pressure as he follows the long, long lines of his torso. He gives a light squeeze as he reaches his hip, then his hand is moving down and further back, coming to a stop right on his rear. One finger curls, gently inquisitive, rubbing against where his hole should be through the layers of his pants and underwear.]
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But, it seems as though the other man is testing him again. Ginoza watches as the hand traces downwards, fingers dipping along the lines of his abdomen. There's a brief stop and some pressure against his hip, but it doesn't last long. He inhales sharply at where Jade stops, hips instinctively arching. There's still some color in his face and his mouth feels dry at the implications. But at the same time, he wants it. He wants to be out of these pants, with skin touching skin.
With a short stroke, he pulls his hand away from Jade's cock, going to undo the front of his pants. It's a small relief from the pressure, and he squirms a bit, wanting to get out of them more. ]
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There's barely any space between them, but Jade crowds in closer still, claiming Ginoza's personal space for his own. His finger, which had only been grazing against the area, is beginning to rub more forcefully. Now that he knows Ginoza isn't opposed to the idea, Jade sees little reason to take things too slowly. He's feeling a rush of anticipation himself, his cock heavy, heart beating rapidly in his chest.]
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There's no relief, only pressure pushing him just to the edge and not letting him go. Reaching between them again, he takes hold of Jade's cock, grip more sure as he strokes him. His brows are furrowed in concentration, eyes lidded as he glances down to see what he's doing. He swipes his thumb across the tip, a tiny bit of moisture slicking his finger. It makes the stroking a little easier, though the friction alone is making it feel hot and heavy against his palm. ]
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Perhaps another time. He lets out a pleased noise at a particularly firm stroke, the friction jolting all the say up his spine. Ginoza looks completely immersed in his task - Jade takes one look at his frown and decides it's high time to disrupt his focus.]
There's lubricant in the nightstand, [he says quietly, a question and a challenge rolled up into one: Are you ready?]
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approx 400 years later i'm gomen