[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?]
Jade is persistent as much as he is aggravating. The other man isn't very strong but his willpower is something to contend with. Moreover, he knows exactly where to touch and how hard. Right now, Gino is at his mercy, the fingers pushing against his clothes getting him more and more turned on.
All he can do is concentrate on the timing of his strokes. His fingers tighten just a bit as he slides his hand towards the tip. It's more sensitive there, the skin flushed and oddly soft. Unfortunately, even this focus gets taken away, Jade's voice cutting right through the silence. Gino glances up, green eyes staring into red as he reads the tone of the other man's voice.
At this point, there's no backing down. Pulling his hand away, he wriggles underneath Jade, enough to get some freedom of motion. Briefly, he hesitates as his fingers touch the drawer knob, but he presses his lips together and slides it open. Gino inspects the bottle, watching the liquid slide to and fro, before holding it in his palm for Jade to take. ]
[The ease with which Jade uncaps the bottle and slicks up his fingers speaks of experience. He's barely paying attention to the task. His eyes are on Ginoza instead, roaming over his tense muscles and the slight frown that mars his features - he looks more like someone preparing himself to go into battle than someone enjoying himself.]
You're not nervous, are you? [Jade asks teasingly. Carefully, he slips his hand past the waistband of Ginoza's pants, down his underwear, grazing the tip of his fingers against his hole.]
[ Nervous? Definitely. He's never done this sort of thing and from the looks of it, Jade seems completely comfortable. The other man's gaze is directly on him, studying– Gino feels like he's being taken apart, piece by piece. ]
I haven't done this before... [ And that answers pretty much everything, doesn't it? But, the hand that slides past the waistband of his underwear feels nice. Too nice. Fingers press against his entrance again, and it feels like his mouth goes dry, breath hitching at the contact. His body wants this, something the insistent throb of his cock is telling him loud and clear. He wants Jade to touch him, to slide those graceful fingers inside. Gino swallows a moan, hips pushing towards the other man slightly. ]
Really? [A hint of honest surprise shows in his voice. His fingers continue to circle the sensitive skin there as he pauses a moment to think. It only takes a second for him to decide it doesn't matter; he would have proceeded the same way even if he had the knowledge beforehand. Perhaps even drag out the teasing for a longer period of time. In a way, Ginoza is lucky that Jade hadn't known.
Maybe he should take this more slowly, make sure that Ginoza is good and ready - he's far too tense right now. But everything about Ginoza speaks of want. He's ready enough, Jade decides.
Slowly, he eases one finger into him. It goes easily enough, thanks to the lubricant, but even then Jade can tell how tight he is, the hot walls almost clinging to his finger. He pushes his hips forward at the same time, carefully rocking against Ginoza in an attempt to distract him from what must be a foreign sensation.]
Tell me if I'm going too fast. [That much consideration he can offer him, at least.]
[ Yes, really is how he wants to respond, but he's too distracted by the feeling of skin on skin. Jade's skilled with his fingers, the tips of them brushing across his sensitive entrance and making it harder and harder to think straight.
For a moment, he tries to collect his thoughts enough to say something. That gets swept away as a finger slides into him, stretching the tight ring of muscle. His first instinct is to clamp down, the feeling is as strange as it feels good on some level. The rock of Jade's hips is a small distraction, one that works halfway. ]
N-no, keep going. [ Gino presses towards him, discomfort sliding away bit by bit. ]
If you're sure. [But he's obliging even as he says the words, sliding the finger deeper inside Ginoza. He really is tight - it'll feel good to thrust into him, assuming they get that far tonight. Jade wouldn't mind if Gino chose to back out before then. He's already gotten what he wanted: a fun diversion, a chance to push at Ginoza, to find out more about him.
But he's rather hoping that they'll be able to see this through to the end. Which is why Jade is taking great pains to be slow and careful, almost maddeningly so. If he can make Ginoza squirm from impatience, then so much the better.]
[ And the waver is out of his voice. He's not going to back down, because this is something new. It's something he wants and it's been so long since he's stood by that. Since he's wanted anything.
All the things he wanted to keep a hold of or do before have slipped through his fingers. Gino won't let this go, no matter how brief it might end up being. Though, with how slow Jade is taking things, he doesn't know if "brief" will be the exact definition of what happens. Groaning, he rocks his hips, feeling the shift of Jade's finger inside him and the man's hips against his. ]
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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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Jade is persistent as much as he is aggravating. The other man isn't very strong but his willpower is something to contend with. Moreover, he knows exactly where to touch and how hard. Right now, Gino is at his mercy, the fingers pushing against his clothes getting him more and more turned on.
All he can do is concentrate on the timing of his strokes. His fingers tighten just a bit as he slides his hand towards the tip. It's more sensitive there, the skin flushed and oddly soft. Unfortunately, even this focus gets taken away, Jade's voice cutting right through the silence. Gino glances up, green eyes staring into red as he reads the tone of the other man's voice.
At this point, there's no backing down. Pulling his hand away, he wriggles underneath Jade, enough to get some freedom of motion. Briefly, he hesitates as his fingers touch the drawer knob, but he presses his lips together and slides it open. Gino inspects the bottle, watching the liquid slide to and fro, before holding it in his palm for Jade to take. ]
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You're not nervous, are you? [Jade asks teasingly. Carefully, he slips his hand past the waistband of Ginoza's pants, down his underwear, grazing the tip of his fingers against his hole.]
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I haven't done this before... [ And that answers pretty much everything, doesn't it? But, the hand that slides past the waistband of his underwear feels nice. Too nice. Fingers press against his entrance again, and it feels like his mouth goes dry, breath hitching at the contact. His body wants this, something the insistent throb of his cock is telling him loud and clear. He wants Jade to touch him, to slide those graceful fingers inside. Gino swallows a moan, hips pushing towards the other man slightly. ]
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Maybe he should take this more slowly, make sure that Ginoza is good and ready - he's far too tense right now. But everything about Ginoza speaks of want. He's ready enough, Jade decides.
Slowly, he eases one finger into him. It goes easily enough, thanks to the lubricant, but even then Jade can tell how tight he is, the hot walls almost clinging to his finger. He pushes his hips forward at the same time, carefully rocking against Ginoza in an attempt to distract him from what must be a foreign sensation.]
Tell me if I'm going too fast. [That much consideration he can offer him, at least.]
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For a moment, he tries to collect his thoughts enough to say something. That gets swept away as a finger slides into him, stretching the tight ring of muscle. His first instinct is to clamp down, the feeling is as strange as it feels good on some level. The rock of Jade's hips is a small distraction, one that works halfway. ]
N-no, keep going. [ Gino presses towards him, discomfort sliding away bit by bit. ]
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But he's rather hoping that they'll be able to see this through to the end. Which is why Jade is taking great pains to be slow and careful, almost maddeningly so. If he can make Ginoza squirm from impatience, then so much the better.]
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[ And the waver is out of his voice. He's not going to back down, because this is something new. It's something he wants and it's been so long since he's stood by that. Since he's wanted anything.
All the things he wanted to keep a hold of or do before have slipped through his fingers. Gino won't let this go, no matter how brief it might end up being. Though, with how slow Jade is taking things, he doesn't know if "brief" will be the exact definition of what happens. Groaning, he rocks his hips, feeling the shift of Jade's finger inside him and the man's hips against his. ]