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[Martin smiles back, a little shy, but welcoming.]

Yeah, come on in.

[He shuts the door behind him and moves further in, lingering an uncertain moment too long in front of where Martin's settled.]

I'd have just started face-to-face, but didn't want you to feel pressured either if the offer held no appeal. Easier to turn someone down over text for some, I've found.

[A pause and his smile turns slightly lopsided.]

Glad you didn't, for record.

Yeah, probably. Makes sense.

[He smiles back, a little awkward still, but genuine.]

Me too. Do you want to sit down?

Yeah.

[Might be less awkward than standing there staring at him. He was not usually this...this, but between being a bit of a mess recently and not wanting to be a mess for Martin, it neither was working particularly well.

He moves to sit cross-legged in front of him with a small, but earnest smile.]

Not against doing something tonight, if you'd like, but there's no pressure after just saying yes in general...I would like to ask permission to kiss you, though, if I may.

[Might as well start somewhere.]

[Martin shifts a little to make sure Chris has space to settle down. It feels awkward a bit, but a good awkward? Sweet, he thinks.]

Oh... permission granted?

[He laughs and covers his face.]

Oh god, I am bad at this.

[Chris smiles wide and shakes his head.]

I'm usually more smooth than this...but I think we can figure it out.

[He leans in, hands gentle and slow as they curl around Martin's wrists, though he doesn't pull them away yet. He presses a quick kiss to the back of his fingers before tugging to move them.]

Easier to get to your lips this way.

[Chris leans in further, smile soft as he presses his lips to Martin's lightly to start.]

[Oh! That's a bit- the kiss to his fingers is sweet, makes him flush and that's still there when Chris does pull his hands away from his face. He's smiling, warm, and the soft press of lips is wonderful, honestly. He kisses back, just as slow and careful.]

I think you're plenty smooth.

[Chris chuckles, warmth filling the uncertain parts of him. It wasn't a familiar feeling but he...this was different. He charmed and seduced because it was fun and being turned down was no hardship, but...it might be a bit more of a hardship from Martin. Chris liked him and his approval mattered...perhaps a little more than he'd initially considered.

A better thing to realize with that sweet smile to greet him.]

Well, your opinion's what matters.

[When he leans in to kiss him again, it's with a little more pressure, a little more heat, but still largely chaste. He lets go of one wrist to cup Martin's cheek instead.]

[It just feels comfortable. Like he doesn't have to pretend that he's better than he is; more competent, more good looking, cleverer. Chris likes him and that's good.]

I mean, it worked on me, didn't it?

[He grins and then leans into the kiss. He closes his eyes and leans into the hand against his cheek, warm and careful.]

[He gives a pleased hum and his own smile pulls at the kiss, but soon fades in favor of the unhurried movement of lips.

The slide into something more is the same, as though savoring each part of it; a little more pressure, the way he shifts a bit more into Martin's space until his other hand's come up to curl gently at the side of Martin's neck and Chris' tongue presses to his lips, seeking entry to deepen the kiss.

If he gets what he's after, the exploration of the other man's mouth is just as thorough and unhurried. He wasn't aiming to steal Martin's breath and thoughts...but certainly, it would be a happy result.]

[He is sure that his face must be bright red now, a ridiculous reaction, but he can't help it. It feels good, flattering somehow. He rests a hand against Chris's side lightly, and parts his lips for the other man.

It is hard to think now, like there's nothing outside of the warmth and comfort and sweetness of this. And that is... it's so good.]

[He finally pulls back a bit with the intention to say something...but delays it again in favor of leaning in for another shorter kiss.

When he does successfully manage to pull away, he beams up at Martin, a small flush to his cheeks as well. Kissing Martin was...nice. Comfortable, like it had always been an easy thing to do even if they'd only just tried it.]

Did you know you've very sweet kisses? Practically confectioner's grade. Pretty sure I could lose several hours to just laying around kissing you.

[Which...was actually probably a little too honest; this was meant to be a somewhat practical, if well-desired, offer.]

[Martin gives a pleased hum, and chases Chris's lips, more than happy to keep kissing him for as long as Chris wants to.

He smiles at him when he does pull away. Probably looks really dopey, but he feels fuzzy and happy and warm.]

I mean, I don't have anything else planned...

[It's an adorable look that puts warmth in his chest as he scoots over beside Martin on the bed and presses slightly at his shoulder, an invitation to lay back.]

Funny the timing of things: neither do I...suppose I do now.

[Plans: Martin. Seemed good to his mind.

And, oddly enough, helped him find a bit of the stride he'd felt he was missing earlier. Like finding even ground again.]

We only go as far and for how long as you'd like, alright?

[Martin lets Chris push him back down onto the bed, and smiles up at him.]

Funny. I think I just suddenly found something to occupy me too.

[It's ridiculous and it's fun. Really fun.]

Alright. Same for you though. Don't want to push if you aren't having fun.

[He moves to lean over Martin, arms bracketing the other man's head so an idle hand can pet through his hair as Chris leans in with a smile.]

You're sweet. And more charming than you give yourself credit for. Certainly, it's worked on me.

[He echoes Martin's earlier sentiment back and presses a kiss to Martin's lips, though it's brief as he moves on to press one to his cheek and one to his forehead....back to his lips, then on further down to his neck where he lingers.]

[Martin closes his eyes for a moment, enjoying the feeling of Chris petting his hair. That feels good.]

I must have done something right.

[He isn't sure what it is, but he's not going to complain!]

Martin kisses back, chasing Chris's lips even when he moves away. He turns his head a little, to let Chris have more access to his neck.]

[He moves his head and it feels like invitation enough to kiss his neck and throat, then back to the side of his neck, lower to suck the skin between his teeth. Not too deeply, he doesn't actually know if Martin likes or wants marks, but a light one was too tempting.

Something in the back of his mind berates him though, and he pulls back with a small huff to catch Martin's eyes again. He should be responsible.]

I ought ask: do you like marks to your skin?

[It was his usual inclination, he liked leaving little marks, signs of his attention placed on another, but it wasn't to everyone's tastes.]

[That had been a good choice! The feeling of lips against his neck is lovely, and the sudden suction drags a soft moan out of him. It leaves him flushed and pleased, and that's how he meets Chris's eyes.]

Yeah... yes, that was really nice.

[Chris' smile flickers brighter into playful...and with a promise of trouble at the edges.]

Good to know.

[Because he's certainly set to testing it. His lips return to Martin's neck, just above his shoulder so it could

You deserve a thorough attention.

[It's a simple and earnest declaration offered before a kiss. A kiss and a hand that trails down Martin's chest to find the edge of his shirt and slip underneath it so calloused fingers could trail along the skin of his stomach.]

[The promise of the best kind of trouble, in Martin's opinion.

He makes a pleased noise when Chris's lips graze over his neck, absolutely appreciative, before the noise is cut off by a kiss.

He squirms a little when Chris's fingers slide up beneath his shirt and over his belly; it's a little ticklish.]

[He gives an amused hum for the squirm, but his touch is more for the sake of it than to tease....for now.

His fingers continue their way up and Chris gives another quick kiss before ducking down to dedicate both hands to his exploratory touches. His hands lift Martin's shirt as he drags it up and follows the trails of his fingers with a series of kisses from belly up until Chris can help him maneuver his shirt off.

Once it's discarded, he moves to straddle Martin's hips and balance on his knees as he continues his gentle touches and kisses, including a deep sucking mark just above his collarbone.]

[Martin flushes when his shirt is pushed up, a bit embarrassed. Chris is really good looking after all, and Martin is... pretty average. He knows this. The kisses drag a noise from him, soft and pleased and a bit startled, and then he shifts to help Chris pull his shirt over his head.

Chris straddling him makes his breath come sharper, and he slides his arms around the other man as Chris kisses him again, holding him close. Teeth and lips against his neck, and oh, it does feel really good.]

[The flush and small telling squirm that comes from embarrassment only has Chris more determined.

Once his mark is left, he leans his arms on either side of Martin's head as he presses in to leave sweet little kisses on his lips, a couple more lingering before he pulls back to rest their foreheads together.]

Aren't you a pretty sight? Should I leave kisses and touches along all my favorite parts? Maybe on my way down between your legs? I'd like to have your taste in my mouth.

[Martin melts as Chris presses kiss after kiss to his lips. They're nearly painfull soft, full of affection and desire and that is... it's a little strange to him. Good strange. Just unfamiliar.

He gives a soft, pleased sight when Chris leans their foreheads together.

And then his eyes fly open at what Chris says. That is... not entirely what he'd been expecting, more explicit perhaps than that. He thinks his face must be bright red.]

Uh- yes? I mean... oh god... how do you stay calm saying this?

[He's very hot, and very calm, and Martin feels flustered just thinking about what he said!]

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