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[ Jupiter tilts his head into the touch, his lips curling into a grin that looks arrogant in spite of himself. (This is why he makes enemies too easily...) ]

Yeah.

[Tristan doesn't care. He loves that smile. He knows what kind of person Jupiter is, kind and a bit awkward and gentle. He buries his fingers in Jupiter's hair and kisses him again, not even sure this will last but wanting it desperately, with need and urgency and heat. ]

[ The second kiss isn't quite so awkward for Jupiter, not nearly as lost as he was. He's shorter than Tris, so he places his hands on Tris's shoulders, leaning up and meeting Tris's lips with his. ]

[Jupiter's kissing him back, Jupiter is kissing him back, touching him, this has to be a really good dream. Tris makes a soft noise, more overwhelmed with emotion even than need. He tugs Jupiter close gently, afraid he's going to wake up any moment now, a mix of joy and terror and love and anxiety making him short of breath, more even than just the kissing contributes to. ]

[ The noise might usually make Jupiter pause, to analyze it, wanting to understand why it occurred. But not this time. This time, he only reacts to it, kissing Tris harder and deeper, a warm feeling curling in his stomach encouraging him. ]

[Tris slides his fingers from Jupiter's hair, over his neck, gentle, thumb brushing under Jupiter's jaw, up over the shell of his ear, breaking the kiss but not pulling away, breath hot on the younger man's lips. ]

Jupiter. ...

[Just saying his name, relishing saying it]

[ Frowns, because the kissing has stopped, because the way Tris is touching him, the way Tris says his name, it only makes him want more. ]

Don't stop.

[Tristan doesn't answer, but that's because he's too busy obliging that demand, moaning just because Jupiter wanting him not to stop is incredible. He resumes where he pulled away, exploring Jupiter's mouth with heated interest, fingertips still gently brushing over Jupiter's neck, memorizing the feel of skin. ]

[ That's better. Jupiter responds with a small moan of his own, arms wrapping more firmly around Tris now, pulling him closer. He feels giddy, he's never felt quite like this before. ]

[Tris feels like he might stop breathing entirely at that noise. It's too amazing, too erotic and beautiful. He slides his palm down Jupiter's spine to rest at the small of his back, dragging him flush against Tris' chest. Grinding lightly against him with an actual growl of want. ]

[ At this point, Jupiter's stopped thinking. He just does what feels right, and that's spreading his legs, hooking one around Tris's and rubbing back against him, gasping hotly into the kiss. A distant part of him can't believe that he didn't try this sooner. ]

[Tris pushes him against the door, gentle but insistent. Slowly grinding their hips together, Jupiter's response just making him gasp, pulling from the kiss to kiss Jupiter's neck. ]

Oh!

[ There's hair in the way, there is always hair in the way, so Jupiter tilts his head to make it easier-- and of course, because it feels nice, and he is surprised by how good it feels. ]

[Tris gently sweeps that hair aside with his fingers, caressing skin as he does and following up with kisses. ]

Does that feel good?

[ He's at a loss for words, because they feel a little useless right now. Of course it feels good. That's why it's a shock. ]

Surprisingly...

Is it that surprising...?

[He leans back enough to look at Jupiter, appreciate him, his beauty and the way he looks just now. Tris is kind of stunned by the situation, not sure how he got this lucky, not wanting to let it slip away.]

I want to touch more of you.

I've read about it, but this is the first time I've done anything like this.

[ Why lie about it? Isn't it obvious? Jupiter blinks back at Tris, nonplussed, but open. After all, if he didn't want Tris to touch him, he would have made it clear... just because it's his first time doing it, or perhaps because it is, doesn't mean he wants to stop. ]

Then touch me.

[Tris flushes. He'd guessed but having Jupiter confirm it is. .... is it really alright like this? Jupiter deserves so much better. He frames Jupiter's face in his hands and drags him up into a searing kiss, just absolutely needing to kiss him senseless right this minute. ]

[ Jupiter's certainly not complaining! Instead, he moans into Tris's mouth, clearly willing and wanting Tris in his entirety. ]

[This is not at all how Tris ever pictured this scenario going. It's so much better. His hands drop down to work the buttons of Jupiter's coat off, for once regretting making the man wear something nice, it's getting in the way. ]

[ Jupiter shrugs it off easily once Tris is done, and even seems to become somewhat teasing? ]

I told you it was a pain.

It looks good on you though.

[It looks better off of Jupiter. He starts on the shirt, tracing his fingers over each section of skin he exposes, until he can slide his hands across Jupiter's skin unimpeded.]

Tris...

[ Has Tris even seen him without a shirt on before? Jupiter suddenly feels more self-conscious than he ought to, he never cared about how others thought he looked before. His skin has lines of old scars, both magically and non-magically caused. But it was rare to find someone who hadn't been scarred, nowadays. ]

[Tris leans back, enough to look at what he's doing, trace each mark on Jupiter's skin with quiet, reverent interest.]

You're beautiful.

[As if he could read Jupiter's anxiety.]

[ That's not true. Jupiter knew how to recognize beauty in others, if only through descriptions, and he didn't really match any of them. So why... did it seem as if Tris honestly believed it? Jupiter looks away a little, almost petulantly. ]

Says you.