man I don't even know

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[It's been less than 24 hours since he landed back here, and already Jeremiah's finding himself breathing easier. It's drier here, the winter colder, and he welcomes it, in spite of years in Area 11. The mainland will always be his home, after all.

Pendragon sometimes feels less so, and other times more. It still feels like fate brought him here, it just depends on how surreal that particular moment feels to him. Right now, all he can do is keep strolling about the grounds, gaze sweeping the gardens, the sprawling build of the place, the mountains in the distance.

It's good to be back.]

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[Well that certainly results in his hand shooting back down to Gino's hip, gripping tight but neither pinning him down nor pulling him closer, just holding him steady as his mouth pulls away to murmur low against his lips.]

Hey now, easy. Are you really that desperate for something? [Shut up Jeremiah, like you really have that much room to talk.]

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[ He wiggles a little in Jeremiah's grip, blinking his eyes open partway to look up at him, his voice equally low and not tolerating any new space between them. He'd be grinning if he didn't want to crash their faces together again so badly. ]

Hah, you know me. Just eager.

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I've barely touched you, and already this is how you're reacting.

["Barely" huh. Yeah okay, Jeremiah. Keep saying that as you nose your way to kissing his jaw, beneath his ear, what little he can get above the high collar of his uniform. All the while, that hand on his hip just keeps squeezing, rubbing appreciatively over the jut of his hipbone, and yeah, he's made up his mind where he wants to push or pull him but he doesn't quite yet.]

I think eager might be an understatement.

[explores]

Have you ever considered that you just have that sort of effect on people?

[ People like him, that is. He's all for denouncing Jeremiah as lame and not that great and a big stuffy jerk and all manner of petulant teasing outside these four walls, but with the door closed, it's another matter entirely. His head tilts back, granting him more access to whatever he wants to get at, although he can't do much about the uniform collar, short of ripping the damn thing off—which he'd really like to do about now, already. ]

It's not myyy fault.

[ And yet he isn't doing anything whatsoever about restraint, pushing his hip into the attention from that hand with the faintest of shivers. ]

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Hmph. Such a mature accusation.

[Jeremiah shifts slightly, putting his weight more in his legs and leaning enough to move his other hand from the bed to Gino's collar, fishing out the tiny zipper pull tab. However, it's the edge of the fabric that he closes his teeth over, holding it still as he drags the zipper down, the motion slow, the sound of it sharp in his ears.]

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And an honest one.

[ He swallows just loudly enough to be audible, completely expecting to be bitten and perhaps a little disappointed when he isn't. Instead he feels the material of his shirt giving way as it's unzipped and laughs a little, craning his head to try and sneak a peek. ]

You're having too much fun already.

[ Well then. He pulls one hand away from Jeremiah's face and bites down at the very tip of his finger—and slowly pulls his glove off, then does the same for the other. ]

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[Jeremiah just grunts his response softly, almost like a muffled laugh, because Gino, pls. He's just getting started.

Given, once he gets down far enough that the fabric doesn't need to be held to stay in place sufficiently, he noses his way in against the skin of his neck to part the garment and goes right in and bites gently. Sadly, the zipper stops where his jacket closes, but that doesn't stop Jeremiah from palming right on down his stomach, wriggling a hand up under the front, running fingertips over his stomach through his shirt.]

[explores]

[ With his hands bare, he goes back to touching Jeremiah's face, running his fingers through his hair and creeping on down to the back of his neck with surprisingly soft touches. He works hard to keep the callouses away, and for reasons such as exactly this.

The bite earns him a quiet sigh, pleased and just a little shaky, and without even really meaning to he starts arching up toward him again. It really isn't his fault that he has about all the same control over how his body moves when it gets to feeling good as a cat does when you scratch along its spine, and he makes no effort to do anything about it, reaching down to claw up the back of Jeremiah's shirt just to give him something to hold onto. ]