[ That kiss is sweet, leaving Rafa leaning after it for more even as Cass pulls away. Warmed by it, he slides in through the window and quickly returns to his pirate's arms. He runs his hands over them, appreciating them in all their unclothed glory. ]
Perhaps I ought to start now. Give you some exercise, make sure you still feel fit.
[ His fingers roll over biceps that certainly feel fit enough for Rafa. He tilts his head up, grinning. ]
[ one arm goes around rafa's waist. the other reaches behind him to close the window, right before he crowds rafa against it. he laughs, tilting his head down. even with the window closed, he still has goosebumps, this time from rafa's touch. his arms, like the rest of him, bear a few faint scars and one vivid, pitted scar on the outside of his right bicep. his left shoulder is inked with a crude compass tattoo. ]
What am I, a prized stallion? [ but he doesn't sound upset. probably because he knows exactly the kind of exercise rafa has in mind. ] I'm glad you think so. But, tell me this.
[ he reaches for rafa's hands and guides them to the elastic waistband of his boxers, lowering his voice as he says, ]
[ Rafa likes tattoos. He likes piercings too, on other people. This is a relatively recent discovery, but it means his fingers move more over the ink on Cass' arm than is strictly necessary.
Then his fingers trace down, following where they're guided, and he lets them play along that waistband. They slide around, tugging at it, and then one moves lower to palm over the front of the shorts.
He leans closer, face tilted up towards Cassidy's with a grin. ]
I think I have not decided. I should look closer.
[ He gives Cassidy a gentle little push, in the general direction of his bed. ]
You should sit, for an inspection. Do not worry. I am very qualified for this.
[ lucky for rafa, cassidy has piercings as well as a tattoo. ( only in his ears, though, so he always has a little gold on him. ) he feels a tug behind his navel as rafa's hand presses against the front of his shorts, and his breath stops short. cassidy may not have fangs or an appetite like rafa, but the look in his eyes is hungry as rafa leans closer.
then he's being pushed, which is sort of the opposite of what he wants, but he goes willingly anyway. he backs up until his legs hit the bed, and then he sits, leaning back on his hands with his knees spread wide. ]
Do you have papers to prove it?
[ the boxers do little to hide cassidy's interest in the proceedings. rafa's inspection should yield that much rather quickly. ]
[ Rafa drops neatly to his knees between Cassidy's legs, hands sliding along his thighs. Liking this vantage point, he leans closer, and lifts his eyes up to Cass. He looks as innocent as he possibly can right now, but honestly, that's not saying much. ]
Papers?
I must have forgotten them in my haste. But if you need evidence...
[ One hand travels up over those shorts, fingers lightly tracing the shape of his length. Very deliberately, Rafa slides his hand inside to pull it out, before wrapping his hand around the base. He leans in, licking an experimental stripe along the length. His eyes never leave Cass. ]
On or off...I suppose I will have to try it with both to be sure.
[ innocent isn't his first thought when he sees rafa kneeling between his legs. but that's just fine. cassidy's more than pleased with the way things are going. there's a self-satisfied grin fixed to his face as rafa's hands slide up, but it falters as tongue is applied to hot, sensitive skin.
his chest shudders, his breath catching in his throat. ]
Aye, but of course. Best to be... thorough.
[ his thighs cant open a little wider, silent encouragement, and his fingers dig into the sheets. ]
[ Rafa's still smiling, but he nods as though this is all business. His free hand runs over Cass' thigh, squeezing at the muscle. Then he leans in, pursing his lips around the tip of his cock and sucking on it, teasing it with the end of his tongue.
After a moment he moves closer and takes Cass into his mouth, tongue sliding over his length while his lips wrap around the full of his shaft. He takes him in deep, pressing the tip first into his cheek and then deeper into his throat. His eyes flutter shut at that feeling, and then he's moving up, sucking and licking his way around the shaft. He drags his tongue all the way from the base to the very tip, and then moves back down, kissing his way along the thickest vein before starting all over again. It's easy to get lost in the heat, in the taste. Rafa loves doing this. He takes Cass deeper each time, his throat opening to accept him and then closing around him. ]
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Perhaps I ought to start now. Give you some exercise, make sure you still feel fit.
[ His fingers roll over biceps that certainly feel fit enough for Rafa. He tilts his head up, grinning. ]
You really do look good.
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What am I, a prized stallion? [ but he doesn't sound upset. probably because he knows exactly the kind of exercise rafa has in mind. ] I'm glad you think so. But, tell me this.
[ he reaches for rafa's hands and guides them to the elastic waistband of his boxers, lowering his voice as he says, ]
Do you think they'll look better on, or off?
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Then his fingers trace down, following where they're guided, and he lets them play along that waistband. They slide around, tugging at it, and then one moves lower to palm over the front of the shorts.
He leans closer, face tilted up towards Cassidy's with a grin. ]
I think I have not decided. I should look closer.
[ He gives Cassidy a gentle little push, in the general direction of his bed. ]
You should sit, for an inspection. Do not worry. I am very qualified for this.
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then he's being pushed, which is sort of the opposite of what he wants, but he goes willingly anyway. he backs up until his legs hit the bed, and then he sits, leaning back on his hands with his knees spread wide. ]
Do you have papers to prove it?
[ the boxers do little to hide cassidy's interest in the proceedings. rafa's inspection should yield that much rather quickly. ]
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Papers?
I must have forgotten them in my haste. But if you need evidence...
[ One hand travels up over those shorts, fingers lightly tracing the shape of his length. Very deliberately, Rafa slides his hand inside to pull it out, before wrapping his hand around the base. He leans in, licking an experimental stripe along the length. His eyes never leave Cass. ]
On or off...I suppose I will have to try it with both to be sure.
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his chest shudders, his breath catching in his throat. ]
Aye, but of course. Best to be... thorough.
[ his thighs cant open a little wider, silent encouragement, and his fingers dig into the sheets. ]
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[ Rafa's still smiling, but he nods as though this is all business. His free hand runs over Cass' thigh, squeezing at the muscle. Then he leans in, pursing his lips around the tip of his cock and sucking on it, teasing it with the end of his tongue.
After a moment he moves closer and takes Cass into his mouth, tongue sliding over his length while his lips wrap around the full of his shaft. He takes him in deep, pressing the tip first into his cheek and then deeper into his throat. His eyes flutter shut at that feeling, and then he's moving up, sucking and licking his way around the shaft. He drags his tongue all the way from the base to the very tip, and then moves back down, kissing his way along the thickest vein before starting all over again. It's easy to get lost in the heat, in the taste. Rafa loves doing this. He takes Cass deeper each time, his throat opening to accept him and then closing around him. ]