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Warren is personally glad that it's been a while since Wylie last had a cigarette. Smoker's breath really isn't all that nice. This, however, was nice. The guy is a good kisser, he has to admit that.

By now maybe Wylie will have started to figure out that just because Warren doesn't say much, it doesn't mean he's uninterested or in a bad mood. He's just a naturally quiet kind of guy. The brief smile Wylie gets is a clue to that, another one if how Warren pulls him back for another quick kiss that is decidedly more than a peck.

The quiet type is something Wylie actually finds himself attracted to. Maybe it's because they're the opposite of him or maybe it's because figuring them out is a challenge. This time, it's less about this type and more about Warren. He's attractive, which started it all and he's got similar interests, it turns out. And he seems cool with this.

He is pulled in yet again this time Wylie makes sure to press against his side, one hand spanning his ribs and leaning into him to kiss him again. However his lips don't stay on Warren's mouth; instead, he moves lower across his jaw and again lower to his neck.

Okay, that's... That's nice. But this isn't really the place for it. "If you're planning on continuing that we probably should make our way back." Even with having said that, he still lets his head fall back, baring more of his neck.

Wylie hears him and hums his acknowledgement of it, but more than that, he notices how Warren's head falls back and Wylie can get to his neck. Okay, okay, just a few more kisses to his neck. Ending with a subtle bite.

He pulls back and looks down at him, a smile planted on his face, "We should go, then."

And Wylie gets up from where he is, offering a hand to Warren.

He takes Wylie's hand, letting him pull him up. "We should." That last little bite makes him think that, yes, they really should. "I'm taking my bike back, though." Fun as Wylie's Dukati may be, he definitely prefers his own.

Wylie laughs, "Alright. Alright. You can have your bike back. Thanks for sharing."

Wylie is used to his sport bike that's great for speeding. It's fun, but he gets that it's not for everyone. Making his way back, he grabs his own helmet and climbs on his own bike, "Lead the way."

He doesn't mind a sport bike, but sometimes he thinks that he and his Harley were meant for each other.

He enjoys the ride home and without keeping an eye out for open stretches of road to race on it's a pretty straightforward trip. When they come to the entrance to the underground garage, he simply assumes that Wylie will follow.

He's not wrong. Wylie follows him into the garage and parks beside him, pulling off his helmet and fluffing his crazy hair. It doesn't help anything.

"That was fun," he says in regards to the whole ride, not just the making out in the middle.

"Like I said. If you end up sticking around a while we could do it again." He'd actually rather like that. But he's not counting on it. Whatever happens tonight, he's not counting on anything.

Still, there's tonight, and he's not against what Wylie is so clearly offering. So he leads him up to his apartment.

"I've got good reason to stick around," he says. Yes, that implies that Warren is a good reason, which he is. But there's another, more pressing reason as to why he's in New York. That's just not something he plans on sharing with Warren just yet.

He heads up into the apartment with him, following behind and when inside, he reaches for Warren, resting his hand on his lower back.

While he can appreciate the sentiment, he doesn't really believe it. Not at this point. They don't really know each other.

He more or less ignores that hand on his back until he's shrugged off his jacket. Then he leans back into the touch briefly, then turns. Facing him he slides an arm around Wylie's waist, hand coming to rest on his back as he pulls him in.

He watches him move, watches the way his broad shoulders shift to pull off his jacket. When he turns towards him, Wylie with one hand still on his side. He then leans into him, gently nudging his nose against Warren's before kissing him softly to start.

There's no time wasted. Wylie seems eager to pick up where they had left off down by the docks. And, if he's honest, Warren is too.

Funny the things one learns about oneself at times.

It's somewhat odd to be kissing someone as tall as he is. Or not odd. Unusual. Not what he's used to. But it's nice. No having to bend over.

His otehr arm goes around Wylie as well, his hands clasping lightly behind his back as Warren tilts his head slightly, leaning into the kiss.

Wylie is usually on the tall end of things, so that is even weird for him. He likes being able to stand there with him, face to face without having to worry about bending over or odd angles. It's easy it feels good.

Wylie gets his hand up to cup his jaw again, deepening that kiss further. He can sense that hesitation in him and he's wondering now if it's Wylie that he's hesitant about or specifically something else. At least he's aware of it, so if Warren decides to back out of it, Wylie will be prepared and he can be okay with that.

Oh, there are things. Warren sometimes wishes he could simply turn his brain off and stop thinking so much. But he can't, at least not often.

This does feel good, though. And since he holds no expectations he's not worried he'll get hurt.

There's a brief tug at the back of Wylie's shirt, then warm fingers touch teh bare skin on his lower back.

The touch of warm hands to bare skin has Wylie pressing forward against him, growling low in his chest as he kisses him, nipping at his lower lip.

Again, he brushes his lips across his jaw and down to Warren's neck, nipping and kissing and sucking at the delicate skin there.

Ah, that was a nice reaction. Warren has to smile. The he has to tilt his head back as he feels lips on his neck. Even nicer.

For a moment he pulls Wylie tight against him. Then he lets go and steps back. "Come on. No point in not making further than the hall." Pausing just long enough to ditch his boots, he then heads towards the bedroom.

Warren pulls back and at first he's not sure why, but the comment and then removing his boots tells a very good story.

"I don't know, man," Wylie grins, pulling off his shoes and following him, "halls become extremely sexy when there's enough times that you just can't get further into the house before tearing each other's clothes off."

He's teasing and he's enjoying it. He even moves to catch up with Warren, so he can get his arm around him before they even reach the bedroom and once they have, Wylie slides his hand up the front of Warren's shirt, press his palm low to his abdomen. He leans into him, pulling him back and pressing a playful kiss to his neck.

He snorts, grinning. "Yeah, well. We're not quite there." Still, been there, done that.

Wylie is turning out to be pretty affectionate, something Warren definitely doesn't mind. The playfulness makes things relaxed. He allows himself to e pulled back, leaning back further even. Wylie's hands feels cool against his skin. He knows he's warm and getting warmer. There's not much he can do about that.

On his abdomen under Wylie's hand is the raised ridge of a scar. He has more, as will become evident aas his clothes start to come off.

Wylie is very good at affection. He wants to touch and feel and kiss. He wants to move against someone and feel them move against him. When Warren leans back even further again him, Wylie smiles, not noticing much other than the arousal now pulsing through him.

His hands slide up, both of them, under Warren's shirt. He holds him back against his chest, rocking his hips forward against Warren's ass just to feel him.

While he enjoys being touched, the press of a hard-on against his ass does bring a pressing question into focus: how are they going to go about this?

Tensing just slightly, he turns his head to glance back at the man behind him. "Just so you know? I'm not going to be on the receiving end of this." Just because he's apparently up for exploring hsi sexuality, it doesn't mean he's prepared to experiment with everything all at once.

It dawns on Wylie all at once. That's the other end of this hesitation here. He's never done this before. That's why he's been gun shy. That and Wylie comes on strong, so most people get a little gun shy.

He loosens his grip on him, shifting so his arms are draped around his waist, a more soothing and affectionate hold than the sexually charged one.

"That's not a problem," he says to him, tone soft and accepting. Wylie presses a chaste kiss to Warren's neck, "Neither of us have to be on the receiving end if you don't feel like that's what you want to do. There's plenty of other things we can do without getting into penetration, but if you want to, I'm happy to receive."

Wylie's a switch through and through. He wants what is going to make Warren happy and comfortable and turned on.

That's actually pretty comforting to hear. While Warren does have enough sense to not feel forced into doing something he doesn't want to do, it's good to hear an actual confirmation of that.

"We'll see." Take it as it comes, huh? That's really the best way to go about things.

Turning in his arms he leans in to press his lips to his, hands going to start inching Wylie's shirt up. He doesn't want to stop now.

Wylie resolves to allowing Warren to guide their pacing from here on out. Maybe being really grabby wasn't the way to go, but Warren has quickly adjusted his mentality and is now the one tugging at Wylie's shirt.

He breaks the kiss to pull his shirt over his head, leaving him bare so Warren can get a look at the wiry frame he's had his hands on thus far. It's then Wylie's turn to pull at Warren's shirt, wanting to get his hands on broad muscles and smooth skin.

Smooth skin for the most part. The scars there hint that he's been through a thing or two. A jagged line on his abdomen, another on the side of his ribcage. A rounded patch about an inch across under one of his collar bones. Then there's ink hinting from behind his shoulders, vibrant red and orange and yellow.

Though once his shirt has joined Wylie's on the floor, Warren pulls them together again, bowing his head to nip at the man's neck. Just feeling skin on skin is somehow so enjoyable.