[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. ]
[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. ]
[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.]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[Tris kisses Jupiter's collarbone, gentle. He's not used to leading this kind of thing at all, he's a little lost on how to proceed even though he knows well enough how he wants to.]
[They're both very smooth individuals. At least Jupiter has inexperience to cite. Though Tristan's general experience isn't the kind of thing you want to call on either. He sits on Jupiter's bed, kicking off his shoes as a start.]
[You know who isn't going to complain about suddenly having a lap full of the man he's in love with? Tristan. Tristan is not going to complain. Tilting his head up to return the kiss hungrily, fingers finding the edges of Jupiter's shirt to push it off his shoulders, stripping him of it.]
[ Jupiter is not the only one who will be lacking a shirt son enough, considering how Jupiter's hands are fumbling with Tristan's shirt too as they kiss. It just doesn't feel right, for Jupiter to be the only one going naked, and Jupiter wants to be able to see Tris in all his beautiful entirety too. ]
[Tristan doesn't stop him, arching up a little into the touch, fingers pushing up over Jupiter's back, exploring his spine and the bone of his shoulder blades, just completely mapping how Jupiter's skin feels. Tris himself is covered in that tattoo on the left side, but the scars on the right aren't necessary, those were just cruelty. Old, though, and he's not too self-conscious of it.]
[ Jupiter hums slightly, relishing in the touch, touching Tris back with hands sliding down his chest and stomach. And he gazes down at Tris,as if memorizing the sight. ]
[Tris leans back just enough to just. Look at Jupiter. A little awed, kind of stunned and over-emotional. He's used to sex, more than used to it, but this all feels new and different. It's... not what he's used to at all, and it's making him blush even, to have Jupiter look at him. He settles his palms on Jupiter's chest, taking a deep breath to steady himself.]
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I told you it was a pain.
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[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.]
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[ 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. ]
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You're beautiful.
[As if he could read Jupiter's anxiety.]
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Says you.
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[Tris kisses Jupiter's collarbone, gentle. He's not used to leading this kind of thing at all, he's a little lost on how to proceed even though he knows well enough how he wants to.]
Should we--maybe we should move.
[So he isn't pinning Jupiter to the door.]
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The bedroom?
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Yeah.
[He steps back, not actually letting go of Jupiter though.]
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[ Jupiter pulls out of Tris's arms, but only to pull him towards his bedrom. Where else? ]
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[ He's so smooth. ]
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[They're both very smooth individuals. At least Jupiter has inexperience to cite. Though Tristan's general experience isn't the kind of thing you want to call on either. He sits on Jupiter's bed, kicking off his shoes as a start.]
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[ Jupiter seems to think for a long moment! And then he unceremoniously moves forward, to sit in Tris's lap, kissing him. ]
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Not like this.
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[ Looks a little sad, for a moment, and maybe a bit flushed? And he presses in, to kiss the side of Tristan's mouth. ]
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