mercenary time

[broroona]

[It had been out of boredom primarily. A severe lack of anything to do that had left him searching, yearning for something to occupy his time. His eyes settled on the neatly folded fabric in Mikael's cubby. That's when the curiosity kicked in.

While overall they shared the same fashion sense, Mikael's clothes had always seemed comfy. Good slouching material. And given that they were roughly the same size and build, Baroona couldn't help but wonder.

That wondering turned to action and before he knew it, he was pulling on Mikael's pants and shirt, sliding on his boots and praying the whole time that Mikael wouldn't wake up from his nap. His prayers only partially worked-by the time he was tying the boots on, Mikael was starting to stir. Hurriedly, he ties the strings and grabs the helmet from the cubby, the helmet still in hand when Mikael inevitably wakes up.]

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[broroona]

[The kiss, despite Mikael's sloppiness, is good. Passionate and fiery, tempered yet unrestrained. The falters, the minor shows of inexperience, they all expose an endearing youth to Mikael's skills. They only enhance everything else. The only thing holding the kiss back is the hesitation inherent in Mikael's fingers, the tension in his shoulders.

Baroona'd rather his partner be relaxed. Smoothing his hand over Mikael's, he pulls away to whisper against his lips.] You're doing fine.

[oneregret]

[That comment does send a shiver up his spine. Unfortunately, it also works to tense him up a little more at first before he forces himself to calm down a bit. His pride's a little wounded by all this...

Hoping the redness on his face now isn't visible, he presses back into those lips a little more fiercely. He keeps it short at first, so he can mumble between.]

I know... Shut up. [Defensive, not attacking. He kisses him again, moving his hands a little and trying to force himself to relax more. Funny how forcing that doesn't seem to work.]

[broroona]

[Is he blushing? Gods above, he is. Mikael Graccio is blushing for him. A small prickle of pride nibbles at his skin and lips, pulling the corners into a smug smile. Preening himself mentally even as he keeps his hands over Mikael's, massaging the wrist. Trying to relax him, ease him into it all.

The kiss earns a soft noise despite it's inexperience. Even sloppy, fierceness is attractive. Baroona shifts his position, bracing himself further against the tree, spreading his legs slightly in support. An idle reaction, he hardly considers what it could imply. Hardly considers anything in this moment, lips locked with Mikael's with their tongues dancing a beginner's waltz.

It's all so endearing. Smiling into the newest kiss, Baroona giggles.] You're cute.

[Whispered on the end of his laughter, claiming Mikael's lips before he has chance to protest.]

[oneregret]

[The kiss does well to mute his response, but he still scowls a bit against it in debate. Words clearly weren't working, so he deepens it even further, fierce and demanding. Sloppy seemed to be working just fine, as he read that brace against the tree and the slight spread of his legs as subconscious embracing of it. He does think that maybe this could lead to more, but he wasn't about to assume anything with the level of embarrassment he's at already.

He wasn't one to normally play carefully, and so this was pretty frustrating. Some days it felt like Baroona had him wound around his finger. He wanted to press back, to find out if the reverse was true, to see how far it would extend.

Nipping a bit at Baroona's lips in revenge for the comment, he moves his body flush against Baroona's. Shut up, he's relaxed, shut up, he said, he's not cute. His eyes are near closed as he continues, though, relaxing into the motions without even realizing.

How long could this go on? He didn't want it to end.]

[broroona]

[It extends far enough that Baroona doesn't turn him away. He accepts the contact with a heated gasp and a gentle groan that slips from his lips like breath.

It's hard to pinpoint if he's doing it specifically for Mikael or out of resignation. A mindset that simplifies the situation into something purely sexual and objectifying because why wouldn't it? This was how life worked. This is what he had, eventually, been expecting. Friends weren't isolated from sexual tension and they had been experiencing that for months. If anything, Baroona accepted the contact with relief that it had finally happened. That they might, finally, go a step further.

He didn't bother thinking if he was ready for that.

Pleased by Mikael's relaxation he wraps his arms around his neck and plunges further into the kiss, pressing into the push forwards. Allowing their bodies to touch-a secret message. Hopefully Mikael wouldn't be observant enough to figure it out.]