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[havesomedecency]

[So after the better part of a day and a half, someone still has a cheerful bubble over his head that simply reads "Masturbation."

Suffice to say it's a miracle that he hasn't shouted himself hoarse by now, but it's all the more clear that something needs to be done about it. That might be why he's making a surreptitious attempt at tracking down a certain Pawn in Clubs...]

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[havesomedecency]

[He isn't built like his brother, but Elliot's not slight by any means. He's firm, a little toned, though there's still some softer spots around.

The kiss gives Elliot a chance to ease into Winter's touch, into Winter touching him. He can distract himself for a moment with lips and tongues until he grows used to the faint touches across his chest.]

[softariel]

[Hey, Winter appreciates a nice body even when it's not ridiculously cut like Gil's is. He's very gentle, almost polite with the exploration, stroking along Elliot's sides -- all the way down to his hips and then back up, skirting around but never quite touching his nipples. He does come close, though, enough for it to be a phantom sort of contact, though he's careful to wait and see how Elliot reacts before pushing it further.]

[havesomedecency]

[It's that sort of cautious exploration that Elliot really needs right now. It lets him gradually accept the feeling of Winter's hands on him, the warmth of his fingers, the pressure of his touches. Even still, the first time Winter's hands come close to a nipple he can't help but shiver, letting a low sound escape into Winter's lips. But after a moment he reaches up from the bed, catching Winter's wrist in his hand and guiding his hand over to touch a little more firmly this time.]

[softariel]

Mm--

[Winter lets out a slow breath, letting Elliot guide his hand. This part he's not so practiced with -- whenever Nikolas has done it to him, it's been distracting to the point of losing focus, and now he tries to be careful, rubbing his thumb carefully over a nipple. There's barely any callus on his finger -- his hands are soft -- but the edge of his nail catches briefly, there and gone.]

[havesomedecency]

[Careful goes a long way with Elliot. Just the motion of Winter's thumb makes his breath catch in his throat with a sound that's most surprise and pleasure than anything else. His fingers tighten briefly on Winter's wrist but he doesn't release him or move his hand elsewhere. He tilts his lips against Winter's with a hum, as if to say "do it again."]

[softariel]

[An answering hum comes from Winter with that, and he repeats the careful gesture, a bit more strongly than before -- he lets his nail drag a little more firmly this time, though still not hard. He squeezes the back of Elliot's neck again with his other hand at the same time, as if to comfort as he does.]

[havesomedecency]

[That earns Winter another slightly louder sound, what might almost be a quieter moan. Elliot releases Winter's wrist at last, moving his fingers to hold against Winter's forearm. He's still shivering just a little, but his body bears down, shifting closer to Winter, letting him do as he pleases again.]

[softariel]

[Winter settles into a small soothing petting motion -- broader now, across the whole of Elliot's chest, including the nipples and the seal -- and there he lingers briefly, curious. It isn't the same as Gilbert's, but it's also still warm to the touch. He doesn't linger, but he does return to it, cautious in his exploration.]

[havesomedecency]

[When Winter's hands cross the scars of Elliot's seal he groans, his chest reverberating with the sound. The skin there is still soft, still fresh and sensitive. Despite it, he doesn't shy away. He only renews his focus and energy in their kiss, fingers curled against Winter's arm.]

[softariel]

[Winter melts further into that; the more forceful the kiss, the more he yields, though he continues petting across Elliot's chest and shoulders with one hand, moaning quietly. It's easy for him to get lost in this moment, a little bolder now -- and finally he lets his hand slip down lower, brushing just short of Elliot's hip instead, skimming the waistline of his pants.]

[havesomedecency]

[The shift in Winter's hand makes Elliot draw back from the kiss, just a fraction. His parted lips still brush lightly against Winter's, tickling at them with his slow and uneven breaths. Looking down at Winter with half-lidded eyes he reaches up to cup his cheek lightly, kissing him once more before he moves his hand down to cover Winter's again.]

[softariel]

[There's a pause as Winter swallows hard at that, curling his fingers loosely against Elliot's hip now, a faint tremor going through him. He leans into Elliot's hand with a shaky breath, though he doesn't move much further than that.]

Ah-- th-this part, you might ... need to do some of it yourself.

[havesomedecency]

Ah—right, it is that . . .

[Suddenly more nervous, Elliot licks at his lips, moving his hand away from Winter's. He reaches down with only the slightest shake to his fingers, undoing the buttons of his fly and pulling it open.]

[softariel]

We can -- do more with it, later, if you'd like, but for this ...

[havesomedecency]

I know—this one is my own.

[He sucks in a slow, unsteady breath before curling his fingers around his cock, drawing it out, curling down a little more over Winter as he does.]

[softariel]

[Winter squeezes the back of Elliot's neck again, comforting, leaning in to kiss his cheek a moment later. He doesn't look directly, though he presses closer, a warm soft comforting presence.]

[havesomedecency]

[Elliot ducks his head at the gesture. He braces himself up on the bed, caging over Winter as he slowly strokes over himself, eyes closed and lips parted.]

[softariel]

[Winter stretches out under that, comfortable and relaxed. He settles his other hand on Elliot's shoulder now, stroking his upper arm in the same careful slow rhythm Elliot's using on his cock, as if to ground him -- or to comfort -- or perhaps both.]

[havesomedecency]

[It seems to help a little, at least to keep Elliot's pace steady and deliberate. With how close they are, Winter can probably feel the flush from his face, clearly hear his breath grow more ragged as he continues stroking.]

[softariel]

[It's not difficult to keep up his own petting, and after a moment Winter leans up that short distance needed to press his lips to Elliot's cheek. Like the first time, it's not really a kiss, exactly, though it's a small affectionate gesture; I'm here and it's all right.]

[havesomedecency]

[Elliot huffs out a rough breath on an exhale, the fingers of his free hand curling on the sheets of his bed.]

I'm not quite . . . there yet.

[softariel]

[Winter kisses his cheek properly, and when he speaks, it's with his lips still pressed in place.]

Slowly is fine.

[havesomedecency]

[He turns his head into that pressure to face Winter properly again, to look at him, his lips brushing against Winter's.]

I'm going slowly—

[softariel]

[Winter is relaxed still, blinking up at Elliot -- it's almost a solemn gesture, studying his face.]

All right.

[havesomedecency]

[Elliot lets out another huff, sighing and resting his forehead against Winter's, lightly. His fingers squeeze a little harder around his cock which draws a soft moan from his lips, but he keeps his pace steady.]